Funbailey's spanking stories

“There she was, by the pool, in nothing but her bikini pants,” the nice little old lady was explaining to me.

“Pleasuring herself,” interjected her blue-rinsed companion. “And I can’t even begin to describe we saw her doing with the waiter last night.”

“Honestly Mr Bailey, we were lead to believe this was a respectable hotel.”

“Don’t worry ladies, I’ll attend to this matter straight away.”

I smiled to myself as I headed upstairs to Room 69. In my time as proprietor of Hotel Espana I often had to deal with rude young women who think that because they’re away from home they can go wild and frighten the elderly residents. It was a task I never tired of performing.

This particular visitor – a Ms Abbi Charlton – had clocked up an impressive record of misdemeanours in her two days with us, ranging from skinny dippy in the hotel pool to seducing the new bell-hop in the hotel laundry. It therefore came as no surprise to discover the door to Room 69 wide open and Ms Charlton lying face down on her bed, stark naked, with her hands underneath her and a dreamy look on her face.

I entered the room, closed the door and coughed to announce my presence.

She stopped what she was doing and looked up. There was no sense of shame, only a look of mild irritation, “Excuse me, do I know you?” she asked.

“Abbi Charlton?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” I took off my jacket and draped it over a chair.

“Look whoever-you-are, you can’t walk in here. I’m naked!”

She reached for her bikini pants. I pulled them from her grasp. “You won’t be needing those.”

“What the hell is going on here?” she demanded.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” I explained, rolling up my shirt sleeves, “and you need a good spanking.”

“What?!” She looked surprised, and then laughed mockingly. “Do you seriously think I’m going to let a complete stranger slap my bum?”

"Of course not,” I replied, “But as hotel manager I’m not asking for your permission.”

I reached across the bed to grab hold of her. She span away from my grasp and tried to bolt out of the room. The door was locked. “I demand you open this door!”

“You’re in no position to make demands, young lady. You have been upsetting my other guests and you will be punished.”

I moved towards her. She backed away. “Look, if you so much as touch me I’ll –’

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. With a swiftness borne of long-practised dexterity, I lifted and turned her and in a trice she was dangling over my raised knee feeling the mighty SLAP! of my strong hand on her bare arse.

“Oww!! Stop this!”

She put her hands behind her to try and protect her bottom. I grabbed her wrists, pinned them behind her back and proceed to spank the living daylights out of the little madam, hot stinging smacks intended to shock with their intensity.

“Fuck you, you bastard!” she hissed angrily.


I responded by smacking her bottom REALLY hard. She screamed and writhed but I could soon sense excitement in her outrage, which that aroused me greatly. I carried on tanning her bare arse with gusto. Her sound and fury melted into deep moans of pain and pleasure and she started grinding her taut body against my hardness.

I stopped spanking but keep her over my knee. I smoothed my hand over her bright red butt, caressing. "You little minx, you're loving this," I laughed. I slid my hand between her thighs.

"Let. Me. Go." She said through clenched teeth.

I smacked her bottom again, so hard the windows rattled when she screamed out. "Are you forgetting who's in charge here?"

My fingers probed deeper.

Her sighs of pleasure urged me on. I pushed my fingers inside. She was so hot and wet. She responded by wriggling urgently on my lap, rubbing herself against my hardness. I slapped her arse hard. "Abbi, stop this at once! This is punishment not pleasure.”

But who was I kidding? I tipped her onto the bed. She fell back and spread herself, wanton and wide open. A mischievous smile broke across her face.

Running a hotel is a demanding job but boy does it have its compensations, I thought to myself as I unbuckled my belt and loosened my trousers.

I am tired and frazzled from a long week away from home at a conference, looking forward to a long soak in the bath with a few glasses of good wine. But those plans are scuppered as I ascend the stair to my study and hear the gleeful giggles of two mischievous minxes.

“This is so kinky!” says a voice that I instantly recognise as my naughty girl Dana.

“He’s got a one track mind,” cries the second voice – her equally blonde and beautiful friend and fuckbudddy Jane.

I step into the room and discover the two girls bending over in front of my computer, peering at the screen. I am greeted by the arousing vision of their sassy scantily-clad asses. Dana is wearing black lace bra and thong; Jane’s undies are similar but virginal white (not that I imagine she was ever a virgin!).

I watch them caressing each other’s butts, in a world of their own, engrossed in the action on my computer screen, unaware I’m standing right behind them.

They’re watching a scene from a spanking video: a pretty blonde is over a stern man’s knee, her mini-skirt around her waist, her panties around her knees. His free hand holding hers behind her back, whilst his other hand is poised to deliver a robust spank to her already very rosy rear; a sexy long-haired young lady looks on with trepidation, knowing that she will be receiving the same treatment when her angry uncle has finished with her cousin.

“This is hot,” says Dana.

"Is that why you’re so wet?” Jane replies, slipping her hand into her friend’s panties.

“Fuck,” Dana sighs, “I think I’m going to cum in my panties! I hope you’ve brought the strap-on!”

“That won’t be necessary,” I say sternly.

They straighten up and spin round to face me, looking guilty and fearful.

“Hi Tom, we were wondering when you’d be home,” Dana tries to sound breezy but the look in her eyes tells me she knows she’s in big trouble.

“What have I told you about playing with my computer?”

Jane steps away from Dana and tries to assert some authority, “It was her idea, the dirty bitch!”

“What!” Dana protests, “you’re the one who broke the window to get in here.”

Jane ignores Dana’s words and turns to me. “Tom, don’t listen to her. She needs a good spanking. In fact, if you like, I’ll do it for you.”

“You fucking dare!” spits Dana.

“SHUT UP!” I yell. The girls fall silent. “Breaking and entering is serious offense. The truth is you both need a sound spanking. And more to the point you are both going to get one.”

I take hold of Dana’s arm and drag her over to my sofa and sit down. “Tom, please no,” she mumbles as I pull her over my knee, then grab her wrists and pin them behind her back I secure an arm tightly around her waist and launch immediately into a volley of sharp smacks on her bare ass.

Dana screams and twists on my knee but at the same time her back is arching and her bottom rises to accept each hard stinging slap. I spank her for a long time, without mercy, building to a crescendo of angry slaps that leave her ass so hot and blazing

As I spank Jane is egging me on. “That’s it Tom, teach the bitch her lesson. You’ve had this coming, D, and I hope it fucking hurts!”

When I’ve finished with Dana she is limp over my knee, sobbing, gasping, her butt cheeks so hot and blazing that I know she won’t be sitting down for the rest of the day.

I pull Dana to her feet and order her to stand in the corner. I turn to Jane and beckon her with my finger.

“Actually, Tom, love to stay, but I’m expected home.”

“You’re going nowhere until I’ve dealt with you – severely.”

“Dream on pal!”

I try to grab her but she’s dances away. She rounds the desk, but as she tries to make for the door Dana puts out a leg and sends her sprawling to the ground.

“Bitch!” she hisses at Dana.

I grab Jane’s arm and haul her to her feet.

A wrestling match ensues. She puts up one hell of a fight to prevent herself going over my knee but I manage to perch myself on the edge of my desk and turn her over my raised knee After some strong resistance I trap her kicking legs between mine. Finally I have her where I want her.; I raise my arm aloft and bring my hand down on your ass with an almighty SPLAT!

“OW!!!” Jane yells, shocked by the intensity of the spank.

I tan her ass with the same fast and furious slaps I gave Dana. Jane is screaming blue murder – “Ow – Stop! – ow! – Don’t – ow! –OW! – You fucking bastar – OWWWW!” Her anger only serves to inspire me to greater swipes across her bucking rear.

Once I’m satisfied that Jane has been soundly spanked I stop. She turns towards Dana as she climbs off my knee and cries, “Look at that whore! She’s bringing herself off.”

Sure enough, Dana is on her hands and knees on the floor, with a dreamy grin on her face and her hand in her panties, rubbing herself frantically.

“Dirty cow! Are you going to let her get away with that?” Jane protests.

“No, I’m not.” I turn to Dana. “Did I say you play with yourself?”

“Sorry,” Dana mutters, pulling her fingers from her pussy. “Are you going to spank me again?”

“You need more than spanking, you dirty little girl. I turn to Jane. “Fetch your strap-on!”

“Yes sir!” Jane replies eagerly. She hurries off to get her toy, wriggling her bright red ass as she goes.

I start to unbuckle my belt. Dana’s eyes open wide in expectation and she crawls over on her hands and knees to see if she can be of assistance.

I can tell it’s going to be a very long night.