Bare Bottom Spanking Story Romane & Geschichten

I felt his palm stroking up and down my lower back as I bent to get my panties off my heels. I unbuckled my heels but he stopped me, "Leave them on," he instructed. Embarassment swallow me whole as he widened his legs as a signal for me to hop on. Ignoring my burning face, I got on the seat and bent over his knees. "Good girl," he patted the top of my head as though I was some pet. I ground my teeth. "I will spank you thirty times and you will count them loud. After every spank you will thank me," he laid out the instructions for me while raising my skirt.

Little do I know it's just the beginning. No one has ever spanked me before. Not even Papa ever laid a hand on me when I was younger and mischievous. However, here I am, taking hot and painful slaps on my butt cheek because I lack self-control. I wonder how I'll sit down in the next few days. [Pa!!!] Another spank lands on the left butt cheek, the same spot as the others. My legs give way, and I nearly fall. “Aisshh,” I hiss in a low voice.

“I know. That’s another reason I want us to slow down.” I placed my hand on his. “Go on.” “One evening, Rory came to me wearing a new shade of scarlet lipstick. She asked me to spank her, told me she’d been very bad. Indeed, she had pocketed the lipstick at a superstore and walked out without paying for it. It stunned me to think she’d go to such lengths to receive punishment. She chose the studded paddle.” I said, “I’ve seen one like it in your basement.” “Yes. It’s about three inches wide and eight inches long. Fastened to the face, dozens of half-inch metal buttons lay in diagonal rows.”

His spanking lasted long and Alex was both horny and shocked when he finished. For the last hand spanking it was Raphael's turn. She never met him; he must have arrived since she had left the centre. He spread her cheeks and began to stroke between the cheeks, and the taps continued faster than she was able to count all over her ass. Alex tried to count but cried more than spoke and the number were not audible.

He rubbed the spot soothingly, then delivered another smack to the other cheek — harder this time. “Count them for me, princess,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Ten spanks for coming home so late and dressed like you wanted attention from boys who don’t deserve you.” “One…” I breathed as the third smack landed. By the fifth, my ass was warm and tingling, and I was dripping down my thighs. Marcus noticed. He paused to slide his fingers back between my legs, pumping them slowly inside me while he continued the spanking with his other hand. “Six… seven… oh God, Daddy—” My voice broke into a moan as his fingers curled perfectly against that sweet spot inside me.

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.

She nodded, and he pulled her up by the ponytail, off the table and back to the chair to be draped over his lap again, this time naked from the waist down. The pain from the spanking was worse without the denim barrier, and each slap was louder. She felt her ass get hot, and knew if she twisted around to look, it would be red. Tears were in her eyes when he stopped, his large hot palms settling on her red ass to squeeze it. She gasped through the panties in her mouth when he ran his finger down her crack, and then suddenly plunged two fingers into her pussy, all the way in. "Spanking you got you even wetter," he told her. "Pervert."

“Her stomach. And her back. It hurts her fierce if anyone touches her.” Carefully, so as not to alarm the boy, Alan pulled at her clothing. When her abdomen and back came into view, he sucked in his breath. Around him, his men alternately cursed and murmured their pity for the slight lass. “God in heaven, what happened to her?” Alan asked. Her entire rib cage was purple, and ugly bruises marred her smooth back. He could swear one of them was in the shape of a man’s boot. “He beat her,” Crispen choked out. “Take us home, Uncle Alan. I want my papa.”

The short dress rode up with each movement and I felt completely exposed. When we reached the bedroom the cuffs were already laid out on the bed. Wider this time. Ankle cuffs too. Kane pushed me toward the bed. "Take the dress off," he ordered. My fingers shook as I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. I stood naked in front of him again. He looked at my body for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Get on the bed, slut. Spread your legs wide. It is time to start the real punishment."

"Based on the information you'd already provided. It doesn't stop it. But it creates a legal speed bump that requires a response before they can proceed. You have more time than you think." I exhaled. "Thank you." "Bella." Her voice shifted slightly — still professional, but with a warmer undertone. "You didn't deserve any of this. I want you to know that I've seen a lot of matrimonial cases and what was done to you — the systematic undermining, the medical manipulation — it's one of the more calculated things I've encountered. These people planned this." "I know," I said. "Which means we plan better." I drove back to the estate.