Mom Gets Spanked Novels & Stories

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.

“You shit tards fucked up, and in a big way too.” SMACK comes the paddle followed but a few more smacks as she continues with her ranting, “What. The. FUCK. Were. EACH. Of. You. THINKING!” Attempting to shield our faces from the paddle, we each let our mother finish with her mini beating, learning to accept any and all kinds of punishments before finally she moved to take her seat back next to father, her face full of rage as she continued to stare at us.

"Mom! I know I messed up! I've been trying to make things right! Please, help me! I don't want to go to prison!" Without a moment's hesitation, I struck her twice across the face. "What was going through your mind when you took those pills to deform your baby? Did you feel any guilt at all when you bribed that mentally ill patient to stab Jeremy? "When you realized I might expose the truth and attempted to kill me, did you stop for even a single moment to think about the mother-daughter bond we shared? "How dare you claim that you've realized your mistakes now? It seems to me that you're just afraid of dying!"

One of the girls said and her mother hit her with the fan she's holding. "Mom!" She almost yelled at her mother for spanking her like that. "Will you please shut your mouth? Because right now you are beginning to say nonsense, Mr Fred is the ideal and only man." Her mother said and the others agreed with her as well, the lady however scoffed not believing how delusional they can all be.

When I told my mom what had happened, she refused to believe me. "Your brother finished his tasks long ago. Why would he steal your homework? If you want to slack off, just say so. Don't make up lies to frame him!" She raised the spatula in her hand and struck me again and again. Hot oil splashed everywhere. I screamed as blisters formed across my skin, but that only made her angrier. "I'm only hitting you a little to teach you a lesson, and you're already pretending!" She even took a knife and slashed at my skin, leaving trails of blood.

Her favorability toward him vanished instantly. Damn it! Looks can be deceiving. How dare that villainous man bully Mommy? Just wait until she gets her revenge! Fuming with indignation, Daisy's red face grew even redder. She jumped off the stool, declaring, "David, let's go! We'll avenge Mommy right away!" Daisy had also learned martial arts with her seventh uncle. Even if a group of adults confronted her, she was confident she could handle them easily. She was determined to beat up anyone who dared to harm her mother.

Reed finishes. “Yes, Sirs, I understand.” “Good, Oh and Baby girl, Do. Not. Cum.” They whisper in my ears in unison. The first thought I had was, how could someone cum by getting spanked? I remember my father spanking me once when I was four. Dawn and I had run off into the woods and wouldn’t answer our parents when they tried to link us and tell us to come home. Both my Dad and Alpha Sean had been so mad that when they found us both Dawn and I got three swats on the butt. I was so mad at my Dad, he had never spanked me before, and I could understand why they were so mad at us. I found out later that there had been rouges spotted on one of the borders and when we didn’t answer them they had

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!"

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.

She whispers through her whimpers. “No ma’am. I don’t know who Marcus is?” “Do you spank?” “What do you mean?” “Marcus gets mad when we don’t obey. Mommy holds while Marcus hits. It hurts us.” “I’ve been spanked before but nothing like what I see on your back. Nothing like that happens here.”