Bare Bottom Spanking Story Novels & Stories

She examined her nails while she said it. She wasn't me. She had never once sat up past midnight going over the family accounts, never helped with anything, never run anything or fixed anything. What she wanted was money and luxury and the feeling of being chosen, and she wanted those things in unlimited supply. To keep her satisfied, and to keep himself from having to face what he'd become, Dorian started borrowing from loan sharks. On the other side of the world, I was standing in the sun on the Mediterranean coast, working toward building the largest children's charitable foundation in the world.

"You did not tell me you were going out and now you come back drunk like a little slut." I giggled drunk and pushed my body close to his. "I was at a party having fun Victor. What are you going to do about it?" He did not say anything at first. He sat down on the couch and yanked me over his lap rough. My short dress flipped up showing my bare ass because I did not wear panties. His big hand came down hard on my ass with loud smacks that echoed in the room. It stung so bad but it made my pussy throb and drip. I wiggled on his lap and moaned loud feeling his hard cock poking me. The spanking got harder and faster turning my ass red and hot. I loved how he took control and made me feel small.

Before the words fully left his mouth, his hand shot forward, his fingers lunging directly for my breast. Panic flared in my chest, the terrifying reminder of every time a powerful man had tried to claim me. But then, a fierce, blinding rage ignited deep inside my soul. I was a stubborn omega, and I had left Creed’s castle to escape being controlled. I refused to let this man degrade me. My survival instincts took over completely. Crack! I swung my hand with every ounce of strength I had, my palm connecting sharply with his cheek in a dirty, desperate slap. His head snapped to the side, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the cramped office.

My thighs are aching from being restrained for the last thirty minutes or so, but still I manage to raise my bottom up a little more. "Please spank me, Sir. I need to learn how to behave." Despite my enthusiasm for a decent spanking I still wince when the flat of a paddle caresses my right buttock. Whichever Dom is wielding it strokes the implement back and forth across my waiting cheek before lifting it and bringing it down hard. It catches me full across the widest part and hurts like fuck.

Who would help ease the load. Someone who’d care for her enough to correct her when she disobeyed. Only, it seemed she didn’t do things by halves and she had two someones. So she took Gomez’s hand, who stood to help her over Saber’s lap. “I’m going to bare your bottom,” Saber told her. She stiffened. “What?” “I only give spankings on the bare. Unless we’re talking about warning taps.” Warning taps? “On the bare?” she squealed.

Allen suggested, continuing to issue one hard strike after another. Nothing could have prepared me for what he was doing. I continued to struggle, hissing when he dared to yank on my gorgeous dress, managing to pull it up and over my already aching bottom. The fact I’d worn a thong forced a blast of heat to erupt across my cheeks. “Bad girls need to be spanked fully naked, but I’ll spare you the humiliation,” he growled. Was he kidding me? I wanted to scream but was terrified I’d call unwanted attention. I bit my lower lip as he resumed the spanking, each strike harder than the one before. I realized I was counting off the number of brutal smacks.

It was as if he were using his entire strength to hit me. “Stay still.” He said as he spanked me once more. Three in a row without giving me injecting space. I was exhaling heavily as I struggled to make him stop. Yet, he didn't stop. He kept on spanking my bottom until it felt as if my bottom was about to break. “No, please stop. It's excruciating! Quit striking me! My derriere can't take it anymore.” I cried out in pain as the spanking became more arduous.

he said as he spanked my butt hard. Not again, please!… I prayed in my heart, hoping he wouldn't whip me again. "This is actually one of my best positions in bed… Doggie, this isn't my very best, but I will go with it because I didn't expect you to bend so well like a slut" he said, spanking my butt harder again. "Your butt isn't smooth like the first time; I will get a specialist to work on it. I don't like the view," he said as he walked into a little room.

No! As his hand descended upon my bare bottom, striking from one side to the other, I felt humiliated, treated like a foolish child. "Stop!" "I won't stop until you learn your lesson. Lies will get you killed. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Trembling, I gripped the back of the couch as the spanking continued, each smack more intense than the last. Heat surged rapidly, the pain biting into me. He was furious, yet controlled, his entire body rigid. Whatever he had experienced or heard had pushed him to another realm of torment.

I didn't even taste his cum he was so deep. The next man wanted to paddle my bottom. He bent me over his lap and pulled my panties down. He moved my cuffs to a higher fastening on my back so my hands wouldn't be in the way and walloped my bottom hard. I thought Master had spanked me hard last night. This man spanked me twice as hard and I was sobbing and crying before he finished. I was still aroused by the spanking and I wondered if I was a bit of pain slut. I'd always felt like a baby before, whining at the smallest ache or pain, but perhaps it only required the accompanying sex to release the slut in me.