Abdl Mommy Spanking Novels & Stories

I bent to her height and kissed her forehead. "Hey baby, how was school today?". I asked my toddler. "School was fun!!! I got ten stars and my teacher gave me browny points for being a good girl". she said all excited. "Really?!! she nodded her head smiling. "for being a good girl, getting browny points and ten stars am going to make your favorite dish and bake your favorite cookies tonight". "Yayyyyyy, I love you mommy". She yelled running off to watch TV.

she says. "He won't spank me," I say blushing, mommy did it a couple of times, but never too hard, she said I'm too young for that even. "He will," Viki says nodding her head yes. "No, he won't mommy won't let him," I say feeling sure that mommy won't let him do it. "He'll spank her too, he's the boss," she says, she loves arguing, I have noticed that very soon and we have just met, and she lives for the love of arguing.

he answers me, that's too long more left, I'm bored, I groaned and laid back down in my crib. "Would you like to talk until your time is over Violet?" Hayden asks me, I don't see why not. "Would Evander ever...you know....uhhh...hit me?" the last word was said as a whisper, but he still heard me. "The only physical punishment your daddy would ever apply would be a spanking to your bum area, he'd never leave a mark on you, or go too hard either, they are meant as a last option discipline," Hayden says. "Would he...would he do it now?" I ask worried, I didn't want to get a spanking.

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

I ordered, spanking her cheeks hard—left, right, alternating until they glowed crimson, the handprints blooming like brands. She complied with a whimper, pushing her ass higher, her face buried in the couch cushions. "Spank me more, Alexander—punish me for being late today, for making you wait!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. I smirked, the memory of her tardiness fueling my strikes. Each slap echoed like a gunshot, her skin jiggling, her cries growing louder. "Yes! Harder—make it sting! I'm sorry, sir—I'll never be late again!"

he said, and followed up with a two weak spank on each cheek. “Yes, you saw your step daddy jerking and stroking himself while mentioning your name, but how dare you look into his eyes and told him to fuck you!" He gave her another spank. It was hurting Sandra a bit, but she liked it. She loved how her step daddy's hand was spanking her ass. “how can you tell your step daddy to divorce his lovely wife!” he said and tugged his finger on her pantie, then pulled her pantie down to the middle of her thigh. At this moment, her whole ass was exposed to him.

"Abi, you mean more to me than anything. I won't let anyone do anything to you you don't ask for." Abi climbed on the bench and Cherry showed them both how it was, a kneeling bench instead of a standing bench. It had adjustable pads for forearms and lower legs to rest on and be restrained by Velcro, while the leather buckles restrained the upper arms and legs. She showed them how it put the person on it at the right height for both paddle spanking, belt or crop, and a flogger. But how it also left the pussy and ass uncovered so that the person being spanked or whipped could also be taken and fucked in all three holes by the Dom.

Mom rushed around for three straight hours without a single moment of rest. However, Abigail still wasn't satisfied. She deliberately splashed a scalding cup of hot tea right onto Mom's hands. The skin on Mom's already cracked hands instantly began to bleed. I was so furious that I automatically threw a punch at Abigail. "Don't you dare bully my mom again!" Abigail erupted instantly, slamming a harsh slap across my face. "Who allowed a little brat like you to talk? Being a mistress' kid, no wonder you have zero manners!"

“Time for the real training, princess.” He slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. The stretch was devastating. I wailed as he began pounding my ass with savage force, his heavy balls slapping my swollen clit. “Fuck — Daddy — you’re too big! You’re ruining my ass!” I screamed. “That’s the fucking point,” he snarled, spanking me hard enough to leave bruises. “This ass is Daddy’s property. I’m going to gape it so wide you’ll feel empty without my cock or my toys inside it.”

“I’ll give them a spanking. That’ll fix it.” “Hey! Kendrick!” He cleared his throat. “If it’s a boy, he gets a spanking. If it’s a girl, I’ll reason with her.” “This isn’t about boys or girls!” She stared at him, exasperated. “How do you reason with a three-month-old baby? And spanking is absolutely out of the question.” Even a two- or three-year-old wouldn’t necessarily respond to reason. And his “boy gets hit, girl gets reasoned with” approach? Way too reckless.