Naked lady public tentacle spanking

Once the last girl, Peggy Jackson, had shuddered out the last sigh of her cascading wave of orgasms, Halfdan slowly and gently retracted his tentacles from the well-fucked girls. He unfucked their asses, too, and calling the tickling tendrils to a halt.

He let them hang in the air for a moment, still trembling all over from the incredibly good and satisfying fucking they'd just had. He didn't want to rush them.

Then, once he'd judged the moment was right, he began to flip the girls over. Bonnie, her sense of self returning to her as the aftershock of the last mindblowing orgasm faded away, found herself rotated to lie face-down in the air, as if bent over a table. A big tentacle wrapped round her waist. Her bare bottom pointed at the crowd.

Halfdan gave them a minute for it to sink in, for shame and self-consciousness to return to them.

Then, the first of his flat-sided paddle tentacles whistled through the air to make contact with Bonnie's bottom, causing an ear-splitting shriek to penetrate the air.

What did they expect, Halfdan thought. They were very naughty, after all. What kind of girl has naked public sex with a tentacle monster, in the middle of a carnival? A naughty girl, that's who. And Halfdan had one trillion years of experience in knowing what to do with naughty girls. It was one of those cosmic truths. In all times, in all places, there was one thing to do with naughty girls.

He brought another paddle down on Susie's bottom. It was a curious fact about Halfdan that he had no ears, but if he'd had ears, Susie's piercing squeal would have been music to them.

To Bonnie it felt completely unfair. She'd just been fucked. She'd expected, as the world came back to her, that she was going to be let go. Surely being let go was what happened after you got fucked? She didn't deserve to be spanked! The kraken had to let her go! It wasn't fair!

And she was right. It wasn't fair at all. But Halfdan didn't really care.

So twenty or thirty beautiful, naked red bottoms were paraded in front of the whole carnival, the girls' squeals forming a heavenly chorus as the paddles came down again and again on their nubile and vulnerable behinds. The girls were pretty, punished decorations, a carousel of lovely asses, all fucked out and given nothing else to think about but the shameful display they were making and the heat in their burning bottoms.

Mr. Trapp handed Ben a beer, looking up appreciatively at the display of kicking legs and lovely nude female bottoms, listening to the naked spanked ladies wail and beg for mercy as the paddles continued their chastisement. Around them, the party was just getting started.

"He'll keep them like that all night," he said, elbowing Ben in the ribs. "Great party, huh?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."