Spanked On The Beach Novels & Stories

Tongue swirling around the peak, teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothing with slow, wet licks. I moaned—loud, shameless—head tipping back so my hair spilled down my back like dark silk. “Yes—suck them—please—” He switched breasts—same treatment—sucking deeply while his hands moved to my ass. Big palms kneaded the flesh—squeezing, spreading—then one cracked down in a sharp spank that echoed across the empty beach. I yelped—walls fluttering around his cock—then rocked harder. “Again,” I gasped. “Spank me again, Daddy—”

I teased, grinning at her. Sarah blushed and nodded shyly, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she revealed more details of their romantic date. "Having sex at the beach is exciting, did you know that? A bit uncomfortable if you don't bring a towel or something to protect you from having sand all over your ass, but the thrill of being out in the open is enough to make you forget about it for a moment," Sarah explained, chuckling as she took a sip from the wine we had just opened.

When she told him on the short ride to the beach that she’d pay him back, he just smiled. When they made it to the white sand beach, she knew exactly why he’d chosen to buy a place here. The beaches were more beautiful than any resort she’d ever been to. The sand and water sparkled and the people smiled and were very friendly. They spent almost two hours playing in the surf. He even taught her how to body surf. She was a complete failure at it, but enjoyed having his hands on her while he taught her how to lay her body flat to catch the surf.

When the song ended, they both fell out laughing. "Now that's how we do it in the States," Tippa says, fanning herself. "Whew! That was so much fun! But it's hot out here!" "Are you ready to go to the beach?" "Yes, Lord! Goodness, it's Hot!" Tippa repeats as she blows a deep sigh. They hopped in the car and drove that half mile to the beach. Ross had rented an Expat parent to get undressed into their swimwear and relax and rest after swimming.

Daniel reads my mind, kissing my hand. I nod, letting the wind blow through my hair. The drive seems short since Daniel and I never stopped talking or singing. It was fun. When we get to the beach we find a spot and wait for everyone else. “You can go in the water in a shirt too, you know” Daniel pulls me up to his chest. “l know” I nod, looking at the houses. One in particular. The same pink house shines in the distance, not a single part of it looks different. I smile as I see a couple kids running out of it in wet suits, grabbing their surfboards.

Not torturing yourself because of that woman. One hour passed. The sun was getting hot. Jackson opened the window and found Beverly sunbathing on the beach. The woman was wearing a black bikini which actually contrasts with her smooth white skin. Jackson cursed to himself, how could he possibly take his eyes off Beverly if that woman continued to torture him in such an elegant way?

Colourful bikinis greatly occupied everywhere with young ladies marvelling at the sight of the seawaves and husky men showcasing huge shoulders, their boxershorts revealing half of their thigh. Linda Solanke flinched, girdled by mirth and inestimable joy with her bikini clinging tightly to her body frame with a tanned derm and hat shoving away the beams of light illuminating from the clouds. She silently giggled with garbling glee, running - her legs squibbling with the beachsand as she endeavoured not to destroy any sand- castles to avoid pleading with a crying kid for hours or being seen as a wicked elderly. It was herculean to calm down a kid and she wasn't a patient one. His voice cracke

My smile was short-lived when his hand moved around my waist and smacked my ass hard, eliciting a yelp from me. "I should punish you for breaking my rules". He smacked my ass again, this time harder than the first. "You ran outside without permission and you're wearing a shirt". Another smack. "I wanted to be in the water and you were bathing". I cried out in protest. "And your excuse for wearing a shirt is?". He cocked a brow, waiting for my answer. "I can't come out in the open naked". "You can". I opened my mouth to speak but he interrupted me. "What part of the private beach don't you understand? We're the only ones here because it's fucking mine". Another hard smack.

Diffracted Universe. Earth. It was now midday, and the sun beat down brightly. A group of young men and women swam, played, and sunbathed on a golden beach, interacting with each other and enhancing each other's feelings. For example, one of the youth, Autumn, was pushed down onto the beach chair by a hot woman, who said, "Brother, the sun is so hot, I will give you sunscreen!" Then. As the words were spoken.

Jessica wrapped her soft hand around the shaft and said. "Mary look what you did to Dan, you've been a very bad girl, I might have to let Dan spank you when we get home." Mary giggled and said. "It sure looks like something needs to be spanked." The sun was starting to go down and we were the last ones on the beach when we decided to call it a day and hit the showers on the way to the car. The showers had a high wall around them giving them some privacy and the beach was deserted so we had the place all to ourselves as we rinsed the sand and lotion from our bodies. As Jessica was washing my back Mary started pulling down my swim suit saying