Bare Bottom Spanking Novels & Stories

Bella slumps at hearing my words and the clear implication that while theoretically dressed, her tits will be quite on display above the underbust corset, but of course she doesn't object. "You told me you got a suitable skirt?" "Yes, Sir, a short wrap around one with a tie at the waistband." "You will wear that. No panties. No stockings or hose, and I want you barefoot." Increasing the force behind the spanking one last time I add, "And you will wear a leather collar so everyone sees at once that you're my beautiful sub." My last slap is by far the hardest, hard enough to be painful for me, too, and Bella screams loud for a

I brought my hand down on her ass, hard, very hard, and she gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she let pleading hysterically as I brought my hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between her two ass cheeks, hitting her over and over again, hitting her so hard that even my palms hurt me. Before I was done, she was a crying, quivering mess and she was begging me to stop, promising never to disobey my orders ever again. Her butt was sore, it was red and swollen and she continued sobbing loudly, even when I stopped spanking her.

I giggled at his reaction but my laughter turned to whimper when he spanked my ass. Turns out, I like spanking after all. He roughly laid me down on our bed and I watched him pull his jacket off, strip his black shirt, unbuckled his belt while throwing his shoes and socks away and soon he was left with only his boxer shorts. His eyes were now a shade of dark cerulean sea, too deep and dark. Devin stood in front of me, lifted my right foot, and skilfully took off my shoes, his rough long fingers grazing my skin ever so lightly that had me wanting for more. He did the same to my left foot painstakingly.

He brought his hand down on my ass, hard, very hard, and I gasped sharply while struggling harder to break free. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I continued pleading hysterically as he brought his hand down on the exact same spot, alternating between my two ass cheeks, hitting me over and over again, hitting me so hard that my ass went numb. I’m sure even his palm would be hurting. Before he was done, I was a crying, quivering mess. My voice quavered as continued to cry and beg him to stop, promising never to disobey his orders ever again. I’m pretty sure that my butt was sore, it was red and swollen and even when he stopped spanking, I still couldn’t stop crying.

Cindy shrugged. "And what, they just hit the sub's buttcheeks?" Cara wondered in bewilderment. Something about Cara's innocent yet eager curiosity triggered a tremor in Jason's finger. The Dom gulped, and kept his eyes on the screen. "Pretty much." Cindy nodded in confirmation. "The Doms who like spanking as a punishment, you'll find that they have firm hands, and their palms are slightly moisturized but still rough enough that it leaves a tasty sting. Vincent, show her your palm." Cindy encouraged.

He flipped her tiny skirt up, exposing her bare ass. SMACK! Ava squealed as his big hand came down hard. “You worried me,” he said, his voice low and rough. SMACK! SMACK! Each spank made her ass jiggle and her pussy wetter. She was squirming, whimpering, and grinding against his thigh. Ava gasped as his hand came down again. Damon held her down, spanking her ass while she rubbed herself on his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank.

“When I am spanking you, you are not allowed to move or to make a noise. If you do, I start over.” I started to tremble. How many spanks was I going to get and would I be able to endure it? He went back to rubbing my bottom where he just spanked, and the sting was replaced with a deep heat. I realized I was even more wet than I was a moment before, and I wanted him to spank me again.

In one brutal move he pulled me across his lap right there on the edge of the bed, my face pressing into the sheets near Mom’s sleeping form, my heart slamming in my chest. He yanked my dress up over my hips and shoved my soaked panties down to my knees, exposing my bare ass completely. My eyes widened. “What the fuck are you doing!?” His large hand came down hard in a harsh, bare-ass spanking that made me squirm and bite my lip bloody to stay quiet, the sharp cracks echoing softly in the dark room. Fuck, it stings so bad but my pussy clenched at that. Red marks bloomed hot across my cheeks as he lectured me in that low, gravelly voice, his palm cracking down again and again.

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.

"Jerry, 'The Enforcer' stings like a bitch. I suggest you hit yourself on the leg a few times to get a feeling for how much it hurts. You need to understand how painful it is. You will not strike Reneé with anything like full force. When you have struck yourself as hard as you feel you can stand, it gives you a starting point for how hard you might paddle Reneé's bottom. I'll generally give my slaves another orgasm about halfway through their spanking of thirty strokes. Somewhere about fifteen or twenty strokes. I'll demonstrate on Lisa." Master hit his own thigh until he found the force he was willing to use, then began spanking Lisa's delectable ass. Lisa gasped with the first one, as we u