Abdl Mommy Spanking Novels & Stories

He urges me to answer him with another slap that earns him a louder whimper from me. "Y-Yes, d-daddy!" I cry out. "And bad girls should be punished!" Saying that, he slaps once again on my untouched ass and I cannot help but grip the sheets tight underneath me. My stomach pressed tight against his thigh. "Now count!" He orders with another slap but I cannot. I whimper, tears burning my eyes. "Julie, I won't stop until I complete spanking you ten times, so count like a good girl because my spanks matter only when you count them; I won't stop until I reach ten!"

“You’re serious.” “Completely.” Smack, smack, smack. “You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?” “Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.” Smack, smack, smack. “No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual smack, smack, smack was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”

I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it. "Slaps on the bum are the definition of spanking, and that's exactly what naughty littles don't they?" he asks me but I shake my head no, trying to wipe my tears. "I'll tell you what if my little baby calms down and agrees to talk to me, I'll order you some nuggies," he says, nuggies aren't bad, I love those, but I don't want to talk. "Nu talking," I say, but then I add, "Me eat nuggies," I demand.

I was about to speak and explain, but Grandma Emilia slapped me hard. "Shame on you, Alice! I never thought you would do this to yourself! I raised you properly, but what have you done? You got drunk and had intimate contact with a man who is not your husband!" Grandma Emilia angrily exclaimed, gasping for breath, while looking at my friend who was still asleep, and at the empty tequila bottle and two glasses on the center table.

My heart instantly felt warm, and a small spark of hope lit up inside me. But when she heard no response from me, Mom stopped what she was doing and shouted angrily, “She’s been spoiled with no limits! “Liam is talking to her, yet she’s still acting dead in there! “Looks like the punishment wasn’t enough!” At that moment, Dad grabbed Mom’s arm and sighed. “Let it go, Winnie. Ellie is a girl after all. It’s nothing if she’s a little spoiled.” As he spoke, he picked up the Barbie doll and started walking toward the storage room.

Lovan asked nonchalantly. "Well, yes. Unless you object." Olga asked, smirking. Her filthy son smirked back and replied, "Well, it's a learning that I won't object to. She should learn some obedience, Mother. I will always follow whatever you say." Logan gave his ultimatum. He took the hand of his mother and kissed the knuckles. That should've been the end of my torment. But they kept reeling me in with boastful surprises and grand gestures to hide the toxicity, the harm they caused me.

I wanted to play with mommy and daddy and go out with them, maybe go to the park and play with Henry again. But no I couldn't do that, I had to stay home with mommy, our day wasn't very good going, mommy ended up punishing me with a timeout. I didn't appreciate the punishment but at least it wasn't a spanking I don't like those at all. Mommy gave me a hug and told me it's all over, we sat together and watched TV with me cuddled against her chest with a paci stuck in my mouth.

SCOTT I was surprised when Dad put Mom over his lap and began spanking her. Not that she didn't deserve it. She'd cum without permission if she was serving as a slave. Then he started talking to her during the spanking and I realized she was no longer going to be a part time slave. Dad was going to enslave her permanently. Then he said she was going to serve at our poker game and I imagined Mom with Rob or Edward stretching her to capacity as they fucked her cunt and ass as Jerry filled her mouth. Mom orgasmed twice during her spanking and it was not a light one. I was hard as a post.

“Soaked from your punishment. This pretty little pussy knows who it belongs to, even when my naughty girl forgets.” She whimpered, pushing back into his touch. “Thirty-eight… thank you, Daddy… thirty-nine… thank you, Daddy…” The final spank landed hardest of all, right across the tender undercurve. She sobbed out the count, tears finally spilling over. “Forty. Thank you, Daddy.”

Smirking I continue to take her in and gently caress her often as my pants get extremely tight. "Stand up" I tell her firmly. She immediately complies but still submissive. "How long have you known about this Babygirl?" I asked "a week daddy" she answers quietly "oh you naughty girl you kept this from us for that long? You know what that means... that's right baby you're getting punished." I sit down on the bed looking at what she's laid out and I'm excited. "Come here and lay across my lap now ass up" I tell her firmly. She quickly moves across my lap as I lift up the bottom of her skirt noticing her lack of panties and that she's already dripping out. "Okay baby I need you to pick a number