Novel & Cerita Bare Bottom Spanking Story

"Turn around and get closer to the bed. Move quickly. I don’t want to waste time. Place your hands on the bed and don't take them off. Do not move out of position during your spanking. Clear?" She sniveled as she obeyed while he drew closer. She felt him behind her and closed her eyes, bracing for the agony he was about to inflict. Donovan said nothing more but abruptly, there was a powerful crack of his belt across her bottom. The snap of the leather belt on her thinly protected bottom filled the room, and the slightly delayed sting made her cry out in pain. Boma didn't care about her expression of pain. It was coming from the core of her being.

Her clit throbbed visibly after each hit. “Stand up. Bend over the bench. Hands flat. Legs wide.” She scrambled to obey. Bent at the waist. Palms planted on the padded bench. Ass high. Thighs spread. Pussy exposed and dripping down the inside of her legs. I didn’t tease. I just started spanking her bare ass. Full strength. Left cheek. Right cheek. Over and over. The sound cracked through the room like whips. Her skin turned from pale to bright pink to deep angry red in minutes.

“Daddy, we don't—“ He pins my upper back across his legs. My pitch elevates as I see his hand lift up. “—have time for this!” My toes curl as his big hand lands across my tiny rump. Oh my god! He just spanked me! I'm a grown woman, and I've never been spanked in my life. “No, daddy, stop! This isn't fair!” Not only does daddy ignore me, but his hand slips under my waist band and pulls my shorts down, exposing my bare ass.

he instructed, pushing between my shoulder blades until my chest met the cold surface. I gasped at the temperature shock against my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. "Spread your legs wider," he commanded, kicking my feet apart with his own. I complied, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "Count," he demanded. "One," I gasped. Another slap, harder this time. "Two!" By the time we reached six, my ass was burning, and I was embarrassingly wet. His fingers trailed between my legs, confirming just how aroused the spanking had made me.

Aurora yelled and Vincenzo landed her another slap on her right ass cheek. We are just starting… I’m spanking you twenty times… I want you to count. Thwack, the sound came and she groaned. 1, she cried. He kept spanking her 2, 3, ,4,5, 6, 7, 8…… until it reach the twentieth…..her ass was already red and he smiled like a demon enjoying the softness of her ass… Learn to be a good girl for your hubby… He whispered…. He doesn’t want you to use any hairpin but you stole the hairpin in his locker.

Not that I would ever break that rule, especially not with Steve Nelson out of prison. The spanking continues until tears stream down my face and my bottom throbs with it. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, please!” I wail when a particularly wicked swat lands on my upper thigh. He gives me two more resounding swats, then leans over my body, stretching his front along my back. His jeans abrade my abused bottom and I whimper. He pushes my hair out of my face and I look over my shoulder at him. He looks downright feral. A shiver of need courses through my body and I wiggle my bottom against him. I hiss out a breath at the sensation, but don’t stop.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

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.

She was wearing the black thongs he had got her while shopping for some clothes for her. He began spanking her one after the other. Ayra bit her lip to control the moan that was about to escape her lips. His grunts and her muffled moan filled the room. “You will never leave this place,” Spank! “You will always be by my side,” Spank! “You are mine,” Spank! This time she moaned loudly due to pain and pleasure. By the time he was done, her ass cheeks were red due to all the spanking. Ayra was dripping wet. All the spanking only turned her on. She was embarrassed that she reacted this way to his touch. Heck, she didn’t even know why she let him touch her in the first place.

The baby girl cried in her arms, her wails as thin as a mosquito's buzz. "If I can't have the true heir, then this waste of space has no reason to exist!" Seraphina raised the baby high, ready to smash her on the floor. "No!" Everyone was horrified by her insanity. Rhys instantly shifted into his black wolf, lunging at Seraphina. In the nick of time, he caught the baby girl as she fell. CRACK! The sound of the slap was sharp and ugly. For the first time in his life, Cayden had struck his own mother.