Abdl Mommy Spanking Novelas e Histórias

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

Jasper nodded, “According to others, Bently defiantly had his fetishes, but he generally got consent. Speaking of consent, rumor has it Oliver, you got yourself a submissive. I thought you didn’t care for that side of your father’s business.” “Not all BDSM is like my father’s,” argued Oliver. He smiled softly, “She’s different.” “I’m sure Claire doesn’t like that,” smirked Jasper, knowing all too well how much Oliver could never stand her especially when she flung herself all over him. “Not too happy, but I don’t care,” shrugged Oliver, he looked around. “Have you seen my father?” “I heard he was going to the warehouse to check it out before coming here. Where’s Alvin? I thought he would be

I say to him. He smacks me again. This spanking excites me so much I moan loudly. “Yes, daddy again,” I say. He smacks me again and again as I moan loudly for him. “Oh Kendra, you need to learn to behave; what can daddy do to make you behave?” he asks. “Fuck me, daddy,” I say.

"Well then why don't you lie over my lap and lift up your skirt." I rolled over his knees and looked over at the guys as I pulled the skirt up over my firm round ass. "OK, I am going to spank you now, but I need your help. Daddy sometimes has trouble remembering how many times he has paddled you, so I want you to count out each one up to five." "Yes, daddy." He raised up his right hand and swung it down over my exposed flesh. I yelped "One." Again he swung down, this time on my left cheek. "Two."

Trembling, I lie down across his lap, my ass curving into the air. In a sudden, breathtaking motion, my panties are pulled down to my knees. Slap! Slap! He spanks one round cheek, then the other. Over and over. Faster and faster. Not hard, but enough to sting. "This is what Daddy does when you've been a bad girl," he says, in that low, menacing voice. More spanks. As I wriggle, he drops a firm arm across my waist to keep me in place. "This is what you need. Have you ever gotten the discipline you deserve, Kori?"

I don't want to end up on the floor! "Calm down, baby." Noah cooed. "I see your mind running a mile a minute. I need you to get out of your head. Just feel and be present with me. Here and now. Can you at least try, baby girl?" I nodded and quickly corrected myself. That got me a playful spank on the bottom. Noah didn't use spanking as a punishment because he knows how much I enjoy it. If it's a turn on, it shouldn't be a punishment. That's teaching 101, don't give treats for bad or unwanted behavoir.

Standing behind the door at the mansion Melissa overheard Tommy and her aunt's conversion. "Mommy is just going through something right now. We have to be patient with her. I'm sure she and your daddy will be okay soon." Betty tried to explain as simply as she could. "Grandma, I don't like this mommy. I miss my daddy. He has been feeling pain every day. Can't mommy go take care of him to make him better?" "Don't worry honey, mommy will take care of daddy and he will get better. Go to sleep now, I'll stay here watching over you." She promised as she placed a goodnight kiss on his forehead.

Our pack’s pups were born with weakened wolf spirits. I paid for their treatment out of my own pocket, only for their mothers to drag me online.They accused me of using the free wolf treatment I provided for their pups to test serums on children from the contaminated zone, making poor families' pups bear the risk for Alpha pups. What they didn't know was that the pack was badly contaminated. Without treatment, those pups would die. To save their wolves, I brought in the best healers and used the best medication and treatment protocols. Care cost more than eight thousand dollars per pup every month, all of it out of my own pocket. Now the entire internet was accusing me of experimenting on pu

I got up, ran around the living room all the way to the counter where he caught me, pinned me down, and started spanking me. The first hit came and it burned. I let out a cry. The second one burned even more. I screamed for him to stop, for help, but it never came. Third one, and I started losing myself to the depraved side of me that enjoyed it. It's always like I unlocked a different side of me whenever I was with this man because maturity is realizing that I will never allow such a setting with another man, ever. Spank after spank, I cried and cried and begged for more because I'm fucking sick in the head. I let him let it all out, after all I pissed him off, but apparently he wasn't even

He spanked me again, again, again, each blow driving me higher, my pussy spasming around that massive cock, sucking him in deeper, refusing to let go. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I screamed it, over and over, voice shattering as he fucked me raw, breasts bruised in his grip, ass blazing red, pussy stuffed so full I saw stars. I came undone around him, walls clamping down hard, gushing, milking his cock in violent waves while he kept thrusting, kept spanking, kept squeezing, refusing to let me come down. And still I begged. “Daddy.” He flipped me like I weighed nothing, spun me around until my back slammed against the cold, sticky bar top.