Spanking

”Oh I think that’s a wonderful idea!”

Sanji whined helplessly as his legs were thrown over his head. He craned his neck up, watching as the women continued to make cooing noises at his crotch. One caught his eye and wiggled her pinkie finger at him before blowing him a kiss.

“Here we are!” The large woman held up a large leather paddle, slapping it hard against her palm.

The crowd cheered at the noise that echoed through the baths. Sanji going even paler.

“Now then.” She approached Sanji again, reaching down to pinch at his cheeks. “Listen here. If you’re a very good boy and do exactly what we say, maybe you’ll get some form of reward afterwards. However, if you don’t behave. We might just have to escalate things.”

Sanji trembled. He looked up to see the women surrounding him, giggling and cooing against him. One leaned over, her breasts pressed together as she poked his nose. He felt his erection twitch again at the sight, dancing against his thigh.

“I’ll be good,” Sanji whimpered. Even if the sight of the paddle made him feel sick.

“Good boy. Now keep your legs above your head so I can punish your naughty little bottom.” The large woman raised an eyebrow at him, waiting patiently.

“T-Thank you, ma’am,” Sanji mumbled before biting their lip.

“Good boy.”

She raised her weapon, bringing it down against Sanji’s backside with a hard crack. Sanji felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. A sharp pain shot through him as his buttocks were punished harshly, the strong woman slapping the paddle against his backside, the sound echoed against the stone walls of the public bath.

“Now then.” She slapped the paddle against him, spanking him hard. She reached down, pinching his twitching erection. “It’s very nice of us to correct your perverted behaviour isn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sanji said through tears. His body shifting as the spanking continued.

“I’d like you to say thank you to me,” The woman stated simply. “Then you’re going to ask if anybody else would like to punish your naughty bottom.”

Sanji sobbed at the thought of getting punished even further. He knew his bottom was going to be so bruised. She didn’t seem to be letting up, still slapping the paddle against him.

She whispered something to the woman beside her, who immediately came over to whisper to Sanji. Sanji sobbed again, his face damp with tears. His legs were now being held down either side of his head, his backside lifted in the air, leaving him in a humiliating, exposed position. Every part of him was presented to the women watching him. All of them crowding around to get a good look at his tiny penis, his bright red bottom, and his twitching entrance. His heart sank as the woman whispered to him, knowing he was going to do what they asked.

“Thank you,” Sanji said slowly. His eyes squeezed shut tightly. “For punishing my naughty bottom.” A hand came down, flicking his penis again. “I deserve it for having such a tiny, useless peepee.”

“There’s a good boy.” The large woman pulled back her hand, delivering one last hard slap against his bruised bottom. She lowered her hand, running her finger through the crease between his buttocks, her nail scratching against his puckered entrance.

She looked down at Sanji, her eyebrow raised.

“Does…” Sanji swallowed. “Does anyone else want to punish my naughty bottom?”