Wonder Woman Spanking Novels & Stories

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

The paddle landed again, harder this time, and Amanda cried out, a mixture of pain and humiliation. “Don’t fight it, Amanda,” Keith said, his voice softening slightly. “Surrender to the sensation. Let go of your resistance.” He continued to administer the spanking, each blow sending waves of sensation through Amanda’s body. The pain was intense, but there was something else there too, something unexpected and unsettling. A strange sense of arousal, a flicker of desire. She had never experienced anything like this before. The combination of pain, humiliation, and Keith’s dominant presence was overwhelming. She was losing control, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The commotion had brought attention to all the maids, they rushed out and were utterly surprised to witness the scene. “Y-you can't do this to me, Ma’am… My uncle is a cop…” Before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off by a hard slap on the face. The witnesses gasped aloud. Unsatisfied when her palm didn't leave a mark on her face, she hit her face once again. This time, the slap was so strong that it hurt her palm. The maids couldn't believe their eyes. They covered their mouths with their hands. Cassandra lost her balance.

Catherine was still embarrassed by the situation and ended up hitting André's shoulder, which clearly startled him. "Don't forget I'm driving, woman!" he commented, passing his hand over the opposite shoulder that got hit. "Crazy."

She was wildly aroused, so excited that she couldn’t remain still. Even when she’d hurriedly undressed and sank to her knees to wait, she fidgeted with impatience. Yes, she’d fantasized about a man having complete control over her body. Of being bound and vulnerable. Of having a man mark her. Inflicting pain that quickly faded to pleasure. But would the reality hold up to her darkest fantasies? Would she enjoy him spanking her and would it be enjoyable or would it be painful with none of the pleasure she imagined?

Chapter 54 Author's POV A bar of soap slipped off the woman's hands out of shock. Her body trembled alongside her leg. The nozzle of the gun were piercing into her spines sending fears into her heart, she tried to turn but felt a spank across her butt. "Ouch..."She moaned in pains but Damien was delighted at her moan,he repeated the spank again on her butt. Damien grabbed the excess flesh on her butt and pressed them within his palm so affectionately. The woman was moaning non stop, jerking under his touch.

“I need something to break this door, now.” “On it, sir! Give me 3 minutes.” “I don’t have a minute.” I yelled back. Stepping backwards, I swallowed hard and then rammed my shoulder into it. It didn't budge. I gritted, biting down on my teeth as I slammed into the door again and this time, the frame splintered. On the third hit, the door broke open. I hurriedly rushed in and oh my fucking goodness. Skye lay across the bed, drenched in blood, all over her body like it was a Halloween themed party.

“Please Alpha, punish me. “She begged like the little whore she was. I pressed her further against the wall and the scent of her arousal thickened. The scent was making my cock rock hard as I began spanking her. “Thank you, Alpha. “She panted and her body writhed each time. Danica thanked me for the punishment. After the tenth spank, Danica's legs were shaking, ready to give out anytime. “Are you ready to be a good little whore?” I asked, tracing my face behind her ear and down her neck.

Turned the knob and pushed it open. I froze, my eyes widening A woman—bare and naked, legs spread wide over Mason's cock. She rode him with passion while his hands gripped her ass, spanking her hard enough to echo. Her moans filled the room. My breath caught in my throat. He tilted his head and saw me. "Harder, you bitch" he growled, spanking her again while his eyes locked on mine. He winked. "Wanna join?" Tears blurred my vision. I ran.

I whimpered into his mouth, desperate. The torment escalated. A woman brought a powerful wand vibrator. She pressed the buzzing head directly to my clit while two fingers from another member pumped into my pussy and a thumb stretched my ass. The vibrations were merciless. High setting. No mercy. “Oh god—Marcus—please!” I cried out, head thrashing. My tits bounced with every jerk of my body, wax cracking and flaking off. The room watched hungrily—phones out in some hands, recording my shame. “Deny her,” Marcus ordered, voice rough with lust. He pinched one of my nipples, twisting the clamp. “Edge my bratty little stepsister. She doesn’t come until I say.”