Bare Bottom Spanking Novels & Stories

“I hope when the girls find you, Dimi takes her time wrecking you. I hate you. I want to go home. Set me free.” He dragged her along the beach and back to the house and she stumbled to keep up as he threw back a patio chair, grabbed her and shoved her over his lap, smacking her bottom hard with his bare hand. She screamed at the brutality of the action and wriggled to get free but he landed four more smacks while he kept her pinned with his legs and other hand. She was sobbing when he pushed her to a standing position. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her ass stung from the ferocity of the spanking, she had received through the thin silk of her pjs.

My tits squash against the cold surface, nipples hardening instantly. “Hands on the case,” he orders. I obey, palms flat, ass out. He flips the apron up like a curtain, groans at the sight of me bare. “Look at this perfect little ass,” he mutters, spanking me sharp. “Been thinking about it all day in meetings.” I push back. “Then stop thinking and fuck it.” He spanks me again, harder. “Mouthy barista.” His belt clinks, zipper down, cock out, He rubs the head through my soaked folds.

He pulls both clamp chains to bring me back to reality when I get lost in my thoughts, and I scream at the top of my lungs, my eyes filling with tears. Fuck! Fuck! The pain is killing me, but I reply, “I’m your desperate bitch, Master. My legs will remain wide open for your use always.” I pause between every word because of the way he stretches the chain more. It feels like my skin will rip apart in two, but after hearing my words, he releases it. I catch my breath for a second before he continues spanking me with the scale. “Repeat it!” he commands, hitting my clit hard. It’s definitely going to turn red.

His hand pressed against her low back as her hips rose slightly, holding her securely against his long legs, and then it happened. A sharp stinging sensation struck her bare skin and she yelped. It wasn’t painful, but shocking and the beads seemed to jump inside her. Again, he spanked her, this time a little lower on her bottom and she squealed softly. He began to gently massage the spot where he had struck, causing the warmth of the gel to build across her tender flesh, making her moan. He spanked again, followed by his large hand massaging the area. He continued the strike-massage pattern for several long moments until she felt dizzy and breathless, each strike was a little further down he

Thalia kicked and screamed throughout the ride, but Carter didn't let go of her every time she tried to scamper off his lap, he would knot her hair in his hand and hold her head up until her arched back started to hurt, he would stare down at her until she backed down under his dominance and continue with his spanking. With every act of defiance, his spanking would get harsher than before. Finally, Thalia gave up when her eyes started to sting and all she could feel was the streaked pain on her butt, when she stopped Carter paused as well “ do you want to start counting as a good girl now?”

A tremor of pleasure rippled through her as she noticed it, the forbidden desire burning between her thighs at the fact the idea of spanking her turned him on. Still nodding, he said, “Yes. Yes, I think you’re right. A proper spanking should do the trick.” He held up a finger as if just thinking of something. “Of course, a proper spanking requires it to be on your bare bottom. Do you have a problem with that, Mrs. Tanner?” “No, sir.” She shook her head as she swayed in place slightly. “I said I would do whatever you thought necessary. Spanking me on my bare rear seems only right.”

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

When the floor show ended, another man took a woman over his knee and spanked her where he sat. It was a type of spanking Tara had never seen. It wasn’t rushed or done in anger. He would slap her butt cheeks and then rub the red spots that formed with a firm hand. She’d cry out and counted each slap. Moaning in delight as he caressed her intimately. She was panting and begging for more. Thrusting her bum up begging for another slap. It was so intimate that Tara had to look away when his hand disappeared between her bare thighs, and she began cooing in delight and thrusting her hips against his hand.

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

Then after cleaning his plate he made Adam lean over the table and grab the sides with his bottom in the air so that he could punish him properly. With a quick tug he had pulled his underpants to his knees and then proceeded to spank Adam twenty times on his bare buttocks. Adam's final humiliation was being made to carry his master's tray to deposit his dirty plates and cutlery with his pants around his ankles and his buttocks burning from the spanking. Returning to his master he was ordered to take his masters clothes and have them washed and ironed before lights out or receive another bare bottom spanking at breakfast.