Spanking Stories

Mabel was a savvy broad. She knew which end was up all right. Her frebbie trip to the hotel room with the French guy was a one way journey. Her DNA and the French guy's DNA made it to heaven all mixed together as they were just on the cusp of orgasmic release when the bomb went off. A very vindictive Angel sends poor Mabel back to Earth as the French talking male to find a female who will love him truly and without reservation. Problem it is in 833AD and life is tricky at best. More to come.

Dave has found the ideal apartment with a lovely view in San Francisco. Even the price tag was so low that he was certain it was a mistake. So when he finds a pretty ghost in his bed in the middle of the night, giving up the apartment never crossed his mind. He finds out that inside the apartment, this tasty female ghost is able to satisfy every one of his kinky demands far beyond his expectations. She even likes to play with his new female co-workers in depraved group sex.

Molly Brown was a futanari with a problem. When she and her best friend Billy had decided to experiment with being sex-friends, things got a little weird. Although his dick was little, it still did the job! Billy went ahead and knocked her up, even while she was begging him to pull out. Now Molly had come up with a plan to get even. She would work him up to it slowly, and then show him exactly what it was like when someone refused to pull out!

Jared Oldman is almost fifty, divorced, and perfectly content with his solitary bachelor life. He's living in a cabin in the woods, making furniture and turning wood on the lathe at his pace, by his own rules. Then one night, young Miss Winter slides off the road in the snow near his place, and he finds out just what he's been missing.

My mother, who abandoned my father and me, returns. This is how I broke her into being my pussy slave.

A rich girl decides that she want a personal sex slave.

Short story. BDSM. Bukakke. Bondage. Sensory deprivation. A woman’s evening with her Master , being suspended, blindfolded , bound, flogged and used by his friends.

He had met her once. She was of barely average height, but she gave the impression that she was looking down on him. He remembered feeling embarrassed, as if he had failed her in some way. It's not as if she were a great beauty or simmeringly sexy in some way. No, Della was as non-descript as they come, a brunette with nothing particularly attractive about her. But the memory was indelible. And now, God only knows why, he had agreed to take her to dinner.