Novel & Cerita Bare Bottom Spanking Story

Then I walked down that hallway like a woman who had nothing whatsoever to be concerned about. I was a terrible liar even in my own head. “Hello.” I knocked on his office door. Nothing. I pushed it open. My own moaning sound coming out of the projector hit me before my eyes adjusted and got fixated on my show. I could still taste it all like it was happening right then: I was down in that dim-lit basement room of The Cum Cellar bar, blindfolded tight, completely naked on my knees, with my heavy tits bouncing as I got fucked.

Mark was right upstairs. Jax sat on the old leather couch and pulled her across his lap. “Time to punish this married ass for being such a greedy whore.” His large hand came down hard *SMACK* leaving a bright red print. Emma cried out, biting her arm to stay quiet. Marcus joined in, spanking her brutally while Jax choked her lightly from the side. They took turns turning her ass cherry red, spanking her until she was dripping down her thighs again. Each slap echoed faintly in the basement, the sound vibrating through her bones. She imagined Mark pausing in the shower, tilting his head at the strange thuds below.

My words cut off in a sharp gasp as his large hand came down hard on my ass, spanking me through my skirt. "Count them," he growled. Smack! "One!" I cried out, my body jolting forward. Smack! Smack! "Two… three!" The sting burned deliciously, making my pussy throb. He yanked my skirt up over my hips, exposing my lacy pink panties. "Look at this wet spot already. You’re soaked just from a few spanks, you filthy little student." His palm cracked against my bare ass cheek, harder this time. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk. "Four! Oh god…"

This man is really annoying me. "You are also a whore. I don't consider you my wife, so you are just my whore and maid." He admitted. "Oh! Really? You are a devil. You got me raped yesterday and you didn't even feel remorseful of it. My whole body is sore right now due to the way you manhandled me but you you still showed nonchalant attitude towards it. Now, you are telling me that I am just your maid and whore, that I should clean the whole house? Do you think that is possible? You are a devil. I will forever regret regret that I married you." I spat.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

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.

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.”

Slowly, I got to my knees on the chill floor while my hands were behind tied. ‘Good boy,’ she grated, a smirk on her lips. ‘Now get naked. Slowly. Show me what a thief gets.’ My face grew hot, but I complied: One-handed was doing the job of unbuttoning my shirt, which then slipped down. Shoes off, then socks. Down went pants, kicked to one side. Underwear were the last to go. I stood naked, with a cock already half-hard from embarrassment. She did a slow turn around me, her heels echoing. 'Count what you stole,' she told me, taking a wooden ruler from the counter. 'Eight. That's eight spanks on your butt.'

He spanked her butt with the hand where he had his ring on inflicting more pain. Then another smack resonated. One after another. One after another. He kept on spanking her ass.. She lost her count after 15 hits. His hit was so hard and full-blown as he was roasting her butt with his mere hands. With every strike, her ass rippled and it got redder and redder. She cried out and wailed with pain. With each slap, he increased the power of each strike. He kept on spanking till her skin was breaking in some places and blood was spurting out of those areas where his ring struck her. He practically roasted her butt with his mere hands. She was a crying mess. Her whole form was shaking with her hicc

I say. “Okay Professor.”She moans out loudly yet again.. “Now hold still and take your punishment. You've been a naughty naughty girl"I say. I went to work on her brown booty, spanking her for a good minute and a half, the crack of the belt seems to turn her on she was wiggling her ass toward me, rather than,away from me.