Wonder Woman Spanked Novels & Stories

Now, can I hold your shoulder and arm? In this time, the woman allows the guy; to touch on her shoulder and arm. While the guy is keeping on touching on her. Amazingly, the woman has removed her illness. To the guy strategy, the woman could walk well. In short, she is ready to go to the atmosphere with her sweetheart. In the evening, the guy has submitted his wedding proposal on her. In response, the woman tells him, I would not forsake it but I will value it. To tell you honestly, i was waiting on you to send your heart on me. Now, you are very confident to let the cat out of the bag to share it.

She drew in a breath when she realized she’d very much like to know what it was like to be strapped to that thing. A squeal drew her attention to the group gathered at the far end of the room. Now that she could see better in the dark, she could make out a woman lying, naked and restrained, face down, on a raised platform, surrounded by a group of men wearing business suits. Scratch that--they weren’t all men. One was a woman, wearing a leather bodysuit. The men and the woman were taking turns holding a vibrating wand against the restrained woman’s exposed pussy. Willow realized they were making the woman come over and over again, and, despite what one may think, that didn’t seem to be a com

she pleaded, her tone turning serious. I obliged her command, but this time, I left a red print. “Uh! It sends tingles in all the right places,” she moaned, wriggling against my throbbing cock. “You really know what you’re doing.” What? Did my little spitfire love to be spanked? There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t.

As I explored the crude gag with my tongue, she tightened the strap around my head, so I was unable to push it out. I lay on my side while her hands caressed me. It was clear that she drew pleasure from all of this. When I moaned at the feel of her touch, Whitney said, “You want to be spanked, Thena. You just can’t help yourself. You want to disobey me.” Electricity fired through my nerve endings and excited every cell in my body. “Spread your legs. Do it now!” Whitney took her time torturing me. She caressed my nipples and belly with the tip of the paddle then teased my ass and inner thigh with it.

You couldn't see the faces at all, but it was the attitude of the male, the way he was holding his shoulders, definitely his hands. This one excited her most! A woman lying across the man's lap, her bare bottom raised to receive her punishment. Did she want to be spanked? She didn't know, but the picture gave her feelings she'd never had before. They made her insides clench and gave her warm gooey feelings in the pit of her stomach.

“Open that pretty mouth, Professor.” I obey instantly, lips parted. Then, while he thrusts into my mouth, he spanks my pussy and breasts with the spatula. Each smack sends electric shocks of pleasure and pain through me. “If you drop your legs again. I’ll tie you up with the vibrator inside you and leave you like that for hours. Do you want that, Professor?” The deadly warning only turns me on more. I moan around him, and before I can stop it, I cum, just from the spanking. My entire body shakes as waves crash through me.

“I’m sure she’d be overwhelmed with pride.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then followed it with four more in swift succession. Wanda stepped back to admire the results of the thrashing, “Your arse is red raw, dear boy.” Wanda sensed the Captive was near the cosmic connection extreme ritualistic pain and controlled humiliation compelled, spent physically his mind was lost to the stars, time to gently guide him home, to engineer a conclusion. She lubed his anus and slid a butt pug in, playfully wiggling. No real rough stuff now. His cock was rock hard, mind annihilated. Wanda put on her vampire gloves; black leather with metal tacks set into th

“This is the way of wolves, it’s only natural that you crave it.” Ella jerks and cries out when the first spank lands, but her arousal spikes with her adrenaline as if the two are tethered. By the tenth spank she’s begging me for mercy, with the twentieth she’s lashing out and calling me names, fighting like a hellcat. By the thirtieth she slumps over my legs, crying pitifully even as the well of shared desire between us is all but overflowing.

Then the low, menacing buzz of the wand vibrator switched on. I jerked against the restraints, a whimper slipping free. The first touch was feather-light—just the head of the wand grazing my clit. Electricity shot through me so hard I cried out, back arching off the bed. “Listen carefully, babygirl,” he said, voice velvet and venom. “You do not come until I say. Not once. If you do, I stop, flip you over, and spank this pretty little cunt until it’s swollen and you’re sobbing for mercy. Understand?”

One spread my ass, the other my pussy, and they pushed in together—filling me at both ends until I screamed around the cock in my throat. The woman climbed onto the bed in front of me, straddling my face again. “Lick me while they fuck you,” she ordered, grinding her soaked pussy against my mouth. I was nothing but holes for them now. Every thrust made my body rock, every slap of their skin against mine echoing in the air. My throat burned, my pussy ached, my ass stretched wide, and still they kept pounding. “Fuck—she’s taking us all,” one groaned. “She’s ours,” another hissed, spanking me hard as he rammed into my ass.