Mom Gets Spanked Novels & Stories

Spit poured from her lips and down her face, smearing her makeup and soaking into her hair. "You're a fast learner, honey. Let's do it this way, only this time I want it harder." Mom rolled onto her stomach. I lifted her head by the hair and slammed my cock between her lips, punishing her mouth and throat as hard as I could. I pulled out when I saw tears running down her cheeks. Mom ordered me to slap my cock across her face and shove it back in her mouth and down her throat. I did. Strands of spit fell from her chin onto the floor. She finally pulled away and sat up on the bed. "Very good, sweetie. I want you to finish this time and cum all over Mommy's face and tits."

Mom shouted and I swear I felt my wolf ears bleed any moment now. “Jeez ok, Mom ! We are coming,” I said while rolling my eyes. “Stop rolling your eyes and get your goddamn butt here. I am gonna spank it so hard and then Titan will get his punishment too. I have a really colourful one for him. He shall know when to keep his pants on and when to not,” Mom threatened and the line went dead soon after that. Damn ! We are in trouble. AGAIN. And Titan’s dead. RIP to him.

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

Party B agrees to be bonded, spanked, blindfolded, whipped, flogged--' Oh, my God! The list won't stop! My mother read all this? What the hell did I get myself into?!

"She's my mom, she gave birth to me and she has seen my naked body before. Is that a big deal?" "Yeah, that was when you were a kid!" "Of course, no." "What do you mean?" I arch a brow in surprise. "She has spanked me nude on the ass before." "Come on," holding his wrist, I pull him to the bed to sit beside me, then I begin to fondle his dick. "Tell me about this, I want to hear it." I'm already getting so eager to hear this, I rarely hear of cases of an adult being spanked by the opposite sex, if it was someone else I would be jealous.

Micaela added to make small talk. "Yeah, that the plan for now." Saying she shrugged and picked an apple from the nearby basket and bringing it close to her lips she opened her mouth to make a big bite out of it when Aunt Mary spanked the spatula on her hand. "Wash it." She glared and snatched the apple from her hand and washed it. "Mommy, child abuse is offense." She winced like a small kid rubbing her hand which made her mother let out a throaty chuckle. She washed the apple and gave it back to her.

“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.”

In my first year out of college, my mother sues me over the 60 dollars a month I give her for living expenses. In court, she breaks down in tears. "She only gives me 60 dollars a month! And she makes me check in every single day before she'll hand over that day's money! "I raised her and her brother all on my own. I gave everything I had to put her through college. How can she do this to me?" Her lawyer submits printed copies of our text conversations as proof. The judge frowns as he reads through them, then passes them to me. "Defendant, are these messages authentic?" I nod calmly. "They are." The gallery erupts in whispers, people calling me ungrateful and a terrible daughter. Then,

“Mommy!” “Your mommy is dead, little brat!” The woman spat at her. "I'll only let go of your hair if you show me your father's safe." Jenny got increasingly angry when she saw how loud Hayley’s cries were getting, landing two slaps on her face so she would keep quiet.

I was going to take those who incited harassment and deliberately twisted the truth to court and use the law to defend myself. As for some people, I had nothing more to say to them. Turning to Christy, I said, "I'm free now, but you're still far from it." Right then, Mom snapped out of it and immediately grabbed Christy, which freaked her out. "What are you doing? This has nothing to do with me! Let me go!" Alan and I exchanged a knowing smile, turned around, and walked away. Mom, on the other hand, had a death grip on Christy and refused to let go.