Spanked Bare Bottomed Novels & Stories

I tried not to whimper. The thing pressing into my tummy was getting so much harder. I didn’t know why but I lifted my gown up exposing my bare ass. Daddy’s punishment was painful but it made my bottom leak more pee. When daddy spanked me again, it was my bare ass this time around. “Six, Daddy,” and by then there were tears in my eyes. “Seven, eight, Daddy.” My fingers were gripping his pants fabric tightly. “Emily, you are wearing nothing. You even lifted your gown up.”

“Now you’re gonna feel what happens when I stop just looking.” He spun me around, bent me over the kitchen table—same position as last time, but this was his house, his table. He yanked the bikini bottoms down my thighs in one rough motion, leaving them tangled at my knees. His palm cracked down on my ass—hard. I cried out. “Count, naughty girl.” “One.” Another slap, harder. “Louder.” “Two!” He spanked me until my skin burned, until I was dripping onto his floor, until I was begging—actually begging—for his cock.

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.

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.

I clarified liking this already looking from Lauren to Cora who was wishing I'd do her a favor with her pleading eyes. “I’ll put a wager to spice it up, that you’d cum from being spanked. The loser will be the three hole slut for the whole of tomorrow for anyone in this house.” Lauren said with such a confidence that got me even scared myself, I knew spanking was a thing but I’d never heard that people cum from being spanked.

I opened my legs wider. "Five spanks for coming late and five spanks for not following my order. You will count, okay?" Only the word 'spank' turns me on. I'm hell ready for the spanking. "Now count." His palm landed on my butts. "One, Master." He's fondling my hips. "Good Girl." Smack. "Two." Smack. I jumped, he spanked me harder this time. "Thre," he cut me off with another spank. My butts are burning and my core is dripping wet.

My butt is bare to him , except for the small area my underwear covers. "Now kitten , I am going to spank you 10 times so I want you to be a good girl for daddy and count each time I spank you and say 'Thank you daddy' okay?" I bury my face in the blankets , as I feel so exposed to him - but I like it. "Answer!" he yells , making me almost jump off his lap but he held me down to him. I nod my head agreeing to him but apparently that was not good enough for him.

He flipped me onto my stomach, yanking the shift up over my hips. Cool air hit my bare skin. I never wore undergarments anymore; why bother? His hands kneaded my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. 'Look at this plump little ass. Begging for punishment.' Another smack, harder, blooming heat across my right globe. I whimpered, pushing back instinctively. 'You like that, don't you? My naughty debt slave, getting wet from a spanking.'

“They let their little girls play and have fun, and they protect them and keep them safe. And sometimes they have to punish their little girls if they’re naughty.” Punishment. My cock swells, pushing against the fabric of the bedspread. Cynthia’s teasing voice and the three martinis I had earlier are combining into a new kind of intoxication. I close my eyes and spread my feet apart, enjoying the low throb developing between my legs. “Do they spank their bad little girls?” “Yes. They might spank them over their panties, or even spank their bare bottoms if they’re really bad. Is that what you want to do, Xavier? Do you want to spank a bad little girl who needs to be punished?”

"Over my knee, little girl. Now." My hands trembled as I positioned myself across his lap, my bare bottom exposed. His hand rested on my lower back, holding me in place. "Ten spanks," he said, his voice low and firm. "Count them for me." The first spank came down on my right cheek, sharp and stinging. "One," I gasped. "Good girl," he praised, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just struck. The second spank landed on my left cheek, equally sharp. "Two," I managed to say, my body already responding to the mixture of pain and pleasure.