Spanked Bottoms Novels & Stories

His fingers closed around her nape as he pressed her to the counter, then he spread her legs apart using one of his legs. The Jebbie attempted to wriggle free, evoking a strong irritation in him. He spanked her hard enough to suffuse her butt with the pink prints of his strong palm, wrenching a yelp off her. She panted, fighting the urge to cry out from the pleasure/pain that screamed in and spread through her at each feel of his hand coming down on her butt, and the burn from the hard spank. Spanking her was a warning for her to quit moving. She understood better and dared not to keep moving unless her freedom meant nothing to her anymore.

“Too late for sorry, little mess. Power’s out. We’re not going anywhere. And you’re going to learn what happens when you keep testing our patience.” Messy’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. Kane moved first. He yanked her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lacy red thong and the soft curves of her ass. “This is what you wear to work?” Smack. His big palm landed hard on her right cheek. Messy gasped, jerking forward. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each spank was firm, controlled, and made her ass jiggle. The sting melted into throbbing heat.

Without wanting to draw out her discomfort, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before hooking my thumbs in her waist band and tugging them down over her bottom all the way to her knees. “Over my lap, young lady,” I instructed, guiding her into position. Her panties were a pale pink with a little bit of lace around the edge. They were the most adorable attempt at being sexy I’d ever seen. “Naughty girls get spanked on the bare bottom from here on out, got it? “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. Removing her final barrier, I skimmed the panties down her legs until they met with her jeans. Taking a moment, I appreciated the sight before me. I couldn’t fight the urge to run my palm over the creamy whi

My hands moved to the row of buttons on my chest and I took my time with them, as button after button came undone. Eventually, I shrugged off the top and stood before him in the sexiest pair of blue underwear set I owned. Adrik's eyes darkened, raking over me like he owned every part of me. Stupid me, I scoffed inwardly. Of course, he did. “What are you going to do to me?” I whispered, my voice filled with anticipation. “I’m going to Spank you. Till your bottom’s sore.” My mouth fell open and my nipples tightened at the thought of Adrik’s palm smacking my bare bottom.

"Abi, you mean more to me than anything. I won't let anyone do anything to you you don't ask for." Abi climbed on the bench and Cherry showed them both how it was, a kneeling bench instead of a standing bench. It had adjustable pads for forearms and lower legs to rest on and be restrained by Velcro, while the leather buckles restrained the upper arms and legs. She showed them how it put the person on it at the right height for both paddle spanking, belt or crop, and a flogger. But how it also left the pussy and ass uncovered so that the person being spanked or whipped could also be taken and fucked in all three holes by the Dom.

“Topping from the bottom?” “Trying to be in control,” Shadow told him, and slid his finger across the screen, causing Vixen to gasp. “Oops. Trying to manipulate your Domme into doing something you want.” “What is the punishment for topping from the bottom?” Raven wondered, smiling as he selected something else on the screen. “Spanking,” Shadow’s breath was heavy. “Ice play, bondage… All sorts of things.” “You are turned on,” Raven observed, feeling himself respond to Shadow’s excitement.

In that case, I guess you deserve thirty spanks,” he said and my eyes widened in shock. There was no way I could take thirty spanks again. The last time he did that, my ass cheeks were burning for days. I couldn't sit or sleep properly, and even simple tasks became impossible for me. I didn't want a return of that, so even though I feared him I tried to speak against it.

She understood he was furious, and by the 10th spank, her tears flew uncontrollably. “No more,” she begged. Instead of counting, she felt all raw and red. "Shh,” 20 more, and we can stop this,” he spanked her again, “Will you ever pull that stunt again?” (spank). “11,” she said instead of answering. “Answer me,” he rubbed her round bottom, landing another spank. “No,” she shook her head, “Do you know why you are being punished?” he asked, spanking her. “12,” she was very diligent in counting those spanks. As stupid as it sounded, she didn’t want to get spanked again.

She stepped behind me, and she yanked the skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it there, completely exposing my bare ass and soaked cunt to her. “Fuck, look at this pretty little ass,” she growled“So pale. So untouched. That ends right now, you desperate slut.” The first spank came across my right cheek.I cried out, jerking forward. “Count it, bitch.” “One!” I gasped. “Louder, or I start over.” “ONE!” The second landed even harder on my left cheek,Then she started spanking without mercy. She moved between my left and right cheeks,then targeted the same burning spot over and over until I was screaming my lungs out

She froze in my lap, the struggle stopped for a second. She let out a purr and began bouncing herself against me, enjoying this more than she should have. My rod twitched a little, eager to join in again to sate our mate. “Two, naughty little thing.” I spanked her again, catching lower towards her folds that time, making her moan and wave her bottom back and forth. Damnit, I’m not going to make it to three. Her bottom was just too inviting, the cheeks just turning a bright pink after two slaps; her pale skin making my handprint stand out like a brand.