Spankings Bare Novels & Stories

I went on holiday intending to forget everything about my failed college admission. Instead, the heat stripped me bare, stolen looks that turned into touches, touches that into desires .With him, every desire wasn’t rushed; it simmered, built in shared rooms until restraint felt like a lie we were both tired of telling. What we did there was indulgent and dangerous, a secret written on my body before I ever said his name out loud. I knew it couldn’t last. I knew what it cost. But in that borrowed place, I let myself want him fully and it became the best holiday of my life, because for once, I didn’t stop something that felt so good.

Daryl Ender is cursed to kill with a single touch. In twenty years, nothing has survived contact with his bare skin.Until her.Soraya Karter is human, ordinary, and completely immune to the one thing that makes Daryl Ender untouchable. She doesn't know why. She doesn't remember him. And she has been sent to Fenrir Academy with one mission — put a dagger through his heart before the Gala night.But the closer she gets to finishing what she was sent to do, the harder it becomes to remember why she started.They were written into the same prophecy before either of them was born. Cursed to all, blessed by one. And something far older and far more dangerous than either of them is about to wake up.Killing him was supposed to be simple.Nothing about Daryl Ender is simple.

To secure her twin brother’s throne, Genevieve ruined her own body and soul, becoming a ruthless assassin to buy his safety. Her reward? When he takes the crown, he throws her in chains, offering her as a sacrificial lamb to appease Alpha Vergil, the infamous Blood Demon wolf responsible for the death of her parents. Even worse, the man sent to collect her is Eric Northman, the Alpha’s Beta, and Genevieve's fated mate who chooses loyalty over destiny, ruthlessly rejecting the bond and leaving her to face a horrific death. Everyone knows the legend of Alpha Vergil. Cursed by the gods, his bare touch instantly turns women into permanent stone statues. No one survives a single night in his bedchamber until Genevieve.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

Waking up in an unfamiliar place (Hotel), Meifeng found herself bare and cold, with pain scattered all over her body. Unable to recall how she got there, her mind filled with horrified thoughts, as a shiver ran through her spine. Just then the door of the bathroom attached to the room opened, revealing a man wearing black bathrobe. Her eyes widened, shock evident on her face as she pointed towards him, “Yo…You…” She stuttered. Instantly panicked about the girl, he ran towards the bed, trying to touch her face, only to see her flinch in fear and drill herself in duvet in the next second. Wrapping herself like a sushi, the girl only revealed her eyes, which darted towards the messy condition of the room with clothes scattered all over. “How am I here?”

Tristan Rafe may be Alpha blood, but survival has taught him to rely only on himself and to love no one or nothing. Yet when he sets eyes on Miss Everly, an Alpha’s illegitimate daughter, he is determined to have her, if only as his mistress … After her father's death, Everly never imagined she would be sold to the highest bidder, yet circumstances give her little choice but to accept the self proclaimed rogue’s indecent proposal. After all, Tristan is wealthy, as well as ruthless. Yet his coldness hides deep passion and deeper secrets. If she must be his, Everly intends to lay bare everything the coldhearted beast is hiding. But dark discoveries threaten to destroy them both until unexpected love leads the lost rogue home …

“Stop this.” I so desperately wanted to die of embarrassment as the heat and dampness from my panties brushed against my skin. My worry that he would see my soaked underwear was outright replaced by his large palm coming down on my poor, innocent bare flesh. I howled in more fury than pain this time, the insult to my pride feeding that fury. “My house, my rules. And this body of yours is now mine. So my body, my rules.” “You... you don’t own my body.” I managed to stutter, but that only earned me another round of punishment. “My body, my rules,” he said again, and this time I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as hard as I could. “Are we clear?” “Yes."

Loving Liam had become a major role in my life since I became his wife. I cherished him with everything I've got just the same way he does. It seemed perfect and a complete bed of roses. However, three years later, Liam turned around and became a completely different person, upon the arrival of his ex. I begged Liam for the bare minimum. Things I didn't need to ask for before he gave me in the past. He roamed around the city with his ex whom everyone thought were still together while I, his wife remained a home decor in his home. I accepted my fate. I accepted he could go on living his best life with his ex, while I remained his faceless wife, but why did he give me divorce papers?

I married my Don husband, Ethan Solas, because of a family arrangement. What he didn’t know was that I’d harbored a long crush on him. He, on the other hand, had never sparked any interest in me. Today marked our third anniversary. After our usual, mechanical lovemaking, Ethan rolled onto his back, leaving me staring at the ceiling. He always treated it like a duty, nothing more. Then a sudden, intrusive voice pierced my mind: “Did Vivian reach her climax? Did I do well? Is it too soon for a second round? Am I desperate? She smells so good…I just want to devour her.” I froze, eyes turned and locked on Ethan’s bare back. Had I imagined it? Or had my icy, distant husband just confessed his wild, obsessive desire for me?

My mate, Carter, sent me to a werewolf prison for four years. On the day I was released, he arrived holding the hand of his pregnant mistress. “This is what your parents owe me.” “From today on, you’ll take care of Amelia.” I nodded obediently. She made me pick roses with my bare hands. Made me plant a hundred pots under the scorching sun. Made me scrub my allergic, ulcerated skin with alcohol. And I did everything she asked. Until the day they brought me back to my old home. The house was gone. In its place stretched an endless rose garden. And my only sister— had become nothing but a box of ashes. That was the moment I understood. I survived not to atone. I survived to take revenge.