Spanked Bare Bottomed Novels & Stories

As he speaks, he rubs his hand over the fatty lower part of her big soft fair butt, bends his other hand into a curve, and spanks her so hard SPANK!! The sound reverberates throughout the room. "That sounds so good," he laughs, and spanks her yet again on the other side of her butt, eliciting sobs after sobs from her. Her butt turns bright red, the imprint of his hand clearly visible. "That's more like it!" He screams like a maniac and starts spanking her over and over again. SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!! Ariella is shaking and her ass is shining like fresh red tomatoes by the time he's finished.

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.

Sabrina moaned, but at the same time she waved her bum back and forth making it clear that she wanted more. You went back to spanking her again, this time swapping back and forth between the cheeks which made her stumble a few times on the count. By the end, her entire ass was a bright, warm pink and she'd gotten another thirteen or so spanks on each cheek, and she'd abandoned trying to correct her 'sirs' from Daddy.

"Turn around, slave. Show me that ass." I comply, turning around and bending over his desk. I hike up my skirt, revealing my bare ass to him. I spread my cheeks, exposing my tight little hole to him. I can feel his eyes on me, taking in the sight of my most intimate place. He spanks me hard, the sound echoing through the office. I yelp, my body jolting from the impact. He spanks me again, and again, until my ass is red and stinging. I moan, my pussy growing wet from the pain.

She could feel the cool fabric of the bed beneath her, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on her palms from the earlier punishment. With deliberate movements, Alberto positioned himself behind her, his presence looming over her as he prepared to administer the next phase of her discipline. “Count each spank aloud,” he commanded, his voice brooking no disobedience. Cadence nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the impending punishment. She knew that each spank would serve as a reminder of her failure, a physical manifestation of the consequences of her actions. Without further warning, Alberto’s hand came down sharply against Cadence’s exposed flesh,

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.

He would lift up my palid short skirt and span my bare ass. I'd be bent over his hard desk with my plaid uniform skirt with my bare ass . I'd have had to undo the top few buttons of my prim white shirt so he could see that I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples tightening as they touched the cold wood as he spank my exposed pussy. A shiver would run down my spine when his finger grazed my soft wet folds. I would feel the heat pool there, making the his hands slippery on my soft wet pussy lips.

I cried out loudly as he hit the deepest part of my vagina repeatedly, until he finally climaxed. "Oh, fuck yes!" he exclaimed as he ejaculated inside me. "This is gonna be fun." He momentarily left the room and returned with a wooden paddle, which he used to spank my tender buttocks. He spanked me hard and mercilessly, ensuring my entire bottom turned red and inflamed. He forced me to lift my legs and slide my feet against the bed, spanking me even harder and eliciting angry screams. He also smacked my thighs, making me scream even louder.

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.'

y dripping down her thighs. “On your knees, baby girl.” She dropped instantly, thighs spreading, ass pushed back. The sight of her obedience made my blood burn. I brought my palm down hard on her round ass. Smack. “You scared the fuck out of me today,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. Her ass jiggled beautifully, turning pink under my hand. “You let someone else touch what’s mine.” Kira cried out, pushing back for more, even throwing her head back. I gave her ten brutal spanks until her ass glowed red and she was sobbing, p.u.s.s.y leaking onto the floor beneath her.