Mom Gets Spanked Novels & Stories

What the hell am I supposed to expect from a spanking. I can honestly say I never receive one, not one. Oh, maybe as a child I get a swat on my ass when Mom says, “I said it’s bedtime,” but never more than one swat at a time. I mean, even then, they’re not really spanks so much as a vague threat that there can be spanks. I mean, they don’t even hurt. It takes one spank from Jackson to make me realize this is not going to be easy.

mom would always remind me anytime she felt like ranting and abusing my dad. "Mom, this doesn't feel like a good idea. How are we going to cope here?" I whispered my doubt about the whole idea. I was about to explain myself when mom turned around and gave me a resounding slap. "I have waited all my years for this moment! You don't have to behave like your father to ruin it! Get the luggages and get the hell in" she yelled and walked away angrily.

mommy scolded him in her firmest voice, she usually shows them who's the boss on the first day, but after that, she's much nicer and easier to deal with. "Why is a blue sitting in a green class, I thought we were not the same thing," another student asks and mommy gives him the side look, the shut up look. "The next person that would talk without my permission I will spank them," she warns and I giggled, I loved that warning, it gets the students every time, the look on their faces, we should take a picture and show it to them on the day they graduate. A girl raised her hand, looking visibly pale, she wasn't a fan of the spanking idea, I hoped mommy did spank her, that would be very funny to

I smiled at him. "I don't care what you like! I want mommy!" "I know, honey. I want you to have your mommy too. I'm on my way there right now and I need you to do me a big favor. That big guy holding onto you right now said a lot of bad words and I'm going to come and spank him. See. I'm even bringing my spoon." I grab a wooden spoon out of the utensil holder next to the stove and show him. "Can you watch him for me and make sure he doesn't get away? You watch him for me, and I'll not only make sure you get back to your mommy, I’ll let you tell me the number of spankings he gets. Do we have a deal?"

My mother's hand had just landed on her left cheek, and I'd never seen Maddison look this afraid. "Don't you ever speak to my daughter like that again?" Mom yelled, pointing a finger in Maddison's face. Maddison stepped back as she held her hand on her cheek. She looked like she was still processing that she had just been slapped. "You low-class savages! How dare you hit me?"Madison yelled. "I will slap you again if I hear another word from you." Mom threatened. All it took was a stare from Mom to send Maddison out of the room. Her face looked like it would soon swell.

His big hand came down hard on my right cheek. Smack! I yelped loud, the sting shocking me. “What the fuck!” He spanked me again, harder. Smack! Smack! I laughed even though it hurt, trying to sound brave. “Is that all you got, you pussy? My mum is paying you to spank me like a little bitch? Pathetic.” I scoffed.

"He took advantage of her, he hurt her, and now you're going to stand there and pretend like nothing happened?" My mom's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "My son would never do such a thing," she spat, her voice venomous. "And if he did, I'm sure your daughter must have provoked him. She's just a... a..." My mom's words trailed off as Stacey's hand connected with her cheek, the slap echoing through the room.

Thrust up hard, keeping the rhythm. Mom's voice: "Forgot my phone—" They walked in. Mom and Rick, bags still in hand. Early return. Their faces went white, eyes wide on us. Me naked, riding reverse, Jax's cock buried deep. My ass red from spanks, cum from earlier sessions still sticky on my thighs. "What the fuck?" Rick yelled, dropping his bag. Mom screamed, hand to mouth. "Oh my God!" I wanted to stop, cover up. Shame hit hot. But Jax held my hips tight, thrusting harder. "Don't stop, sis. Show them."

Mom requested. ****

"Not the first time you chased me to a tent." His words were silenced by Mom's intense kisses. She had straddled him, her hands on his chest and in his hair, leaning over him. Dad held her head gently and responded. His other hand roamed her body until he had gripped her firm, muscular ass tightly. She stopped kissing, and whimpered slightly, as if in anticipation. Suddenly, Dad spanked her. It was...it was really hard and loud...bruising really. I was shocked. Dad was...was such a gentle man. Why would he hurt Mom like that? Didn't he...