Spanked Bottoms Novels & Stories

“You are going to count for me. Twenty for each orgasm you stole. Forty total. And you will thank Daddy after every single one. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy.” The first spank landed hard and flat across both cheeks, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She jolted, a soft cry escaping her lips. “One. Thank you, Daddy.” He didn’t go easy. Each swat was firm, covering every inch of her bottom until it burned hot and bright. By ten, she was wriggling, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. By twenty, her voice cracked on the thank-yous, her thighs trembling.

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.

she moaned out in shock as he swatted her booty. SPANK! SPANK! "OH!" she moaned out again. SPANK! Calvin took great delight in spanking her big fucking booty. It was such a perfect piece of art, an ass built to be spanked, punished and demolished through hard fucking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

A tremor of pleasure rippled through her as she noticed it, the forbidden desire burning between her thighs at the fact the idea of spanking her turned him on. Still nodding, he said, “Yes. Yes, I think you’re right. A proper spanking should do the trick.” He held up a finger as if just thinking of something. “Of course, a proper spanking requires it to be on your bare bottom. Do you have a problem with that, Mrs. Tanner?” “No, sir.” She shook her head as she swayed in place slightly. “I said I would do whatever you thought necessary. Spanking me on my bare rear seems only right.”

Cole snaps me back to attention with a question. “I’m going to give you ten hard spanks, Jacqueline,” he says. “After each spank, I want you to thank me and apologize for being a bad girl. If you forget either of those things, I’ll start again from zero. Understand?” I gulp, a small thrill going up my spine. The thought of having to thank Cole for each of my spanks is beyond degrading, but also insanely hot. I don’t know why I like this, but I do, and I’m tired of fighting against my body. I just want to give in to my urges. To pleasure.

A moan escaped me, loud and unrestrained. 'Oh God, fuck... you're so big... splitting me open.' Bottoming out, I ground my hips, clit rubbing against his base. Then I started riding, cowgirl style, breasts bouncing wildly as I lifted and slammed down. Slap, slap, slap... the sound of skin on skin echoed, mixed with our gasps. His hands gripped my ass, spanking hard, the sting making me clench around him. 'Take it, you naughty bitch. Ride that cock like you own it.'

“Spank me again, Daddy—” He did—harder this time—palm landing with a wet smack that left my skin blooming hot and pink. Then another. And another. Each spank made me bounce faster—riding him with desperate little twists of my hips, grinding down every time I bottomed out so my clit dragged against him perfectly.

Then after cleaning his plate he made Adam lean over the table and grab the sides with his bottom in the air so that he could punish him properly. With a quick tug he had pulled his underpants to his knees and then proceeded to spank Adam twenty times on his bare buttocks. Adam's final humiliation was being made to carry his master's tray to deposit his dirty plates and cutlery with his pants around his ankles and his buttocks burning from the spanking. Returning to his master he was ordered to take his masters clothes and have them washed and ironed before lights out or receive another bare bottom spanking at breakfast.

Not after that. He spun her, pressing her chest to the seat, ass up. 'Spread.' Nia obeyed, cheeks parting, pussy and asshole on display. Vardo's belt unbuckled, the sound sending dread and thrill through her. His palm cracked against her ass, the sore flesh igniting, a yelp escaping. 'This is for flirting.' Another smack, harder, skin reddening under his hand. She squirmed, tears pricking, but pussy dripped, arousal betraying her. He alternated cheeks, spanking until she sobbed, the burn spreading heat to her pussy.