Bare Bottom Spanking Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes please.” Another hard spank and I cried out in pain. “Yes, what?” He asked firmly. “Yes sir, please.” He hummed in response. “You did well, baby but I'm not done just yet.” I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I was getting tired and sore from the intense spanking. He didn't listen to my pleas, only flipped me over again, and to my surprise, took off the cuffs on my ankles. The ones on my wrists he released, only to lock my hands behind my back instead.

I gave it about four seconds before my entire body went cold from the stomach out. The club. The video. Forty-seven minutes of me in a dim-lit basement room, blindfolded, on my knees, completely naked and loudly in my element while men lined up, fingered, sucked me, humiliated my body, fucked me countless times and nutted on my face severally.

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…"

Roman rushed to our daughter and carried her on his lap. "New shoes." She said to Roman. "What's wrong with this one? I just gave you that." I asked her as I sat up. "No. No." She shook her head negatively as she frowned at the shoe. This is the consequence of letting your child line with.loana. She has spoiled my daughter completely. They made her a Barbie princess and a model at her very young age. Anya always wanted new things if she sees that the one she is wearing gets stained. My baby is a Barbie girl right from when she knew loana.

As Sylvia Luke turned to flee, the woman shoved her hard, knocking her off balance. Before Sylvia Luke could recover, a sharp slap landed on her face, sending her reeling. The crowd erupted in laughter, and she felt the sting of humiliation wash over her, each chuckle piercing her like a dagger. Memories flooded back, transporting her to high school, a time when she had faced relentless bullying and ridicule. Although she had endured many things since then, she had never been physically struck like this. The laughter echoed around her like a chorus from her past, reminding her of the days when she had felt so powerless.

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.”

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.

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