The Worthless Whore’s Delight: A Bare bottom spanking Story

Some might see it as odd—the joy of a bare bottom spanking. But when you’re as worthless as me, it’s a privilege. It means my master deigns to notice me, to bestow his energy upon me. So, when he has a tough day, and I hear that crisp command, “Get out that cage, now!” I beam with submissive delight.

Crawling out of my humble abode, I anticipate the pleasure ahead. Bending over his ample lap, I present my bare bottom, quivering with anticipation. And then, the first crisp smack echoes through the room. I bite my lip, the pain a welcome friend, a sign of his attention.

Each smack is a testament to his mood, his feelings, his very essence. I feel chosen, special, as the paddle connects with my skin, again and again. The stinging sensation is music to my submissive ears, a symphony of servitude.

My master’s strong hands deliver each blow with authority, and I absorb them, reveling in my role. The game, the dance, it excites me—the raw power exchange. My bottom flames with warmth, but I yearn for more, always more.

He knows how to push my buttons, does my master. “You’re a good girl,” he coos, his tone contrasting the firmness of his spanks. I melt, my heart fluttering, as his praise sinks in. I’m not worthy, I think, but the contradiction fuels my masochistic joy.

And so, the spanking ritual continues, an timeless dance of dominance and submission, pleasure intertwined with pain.

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