Mom Gets Spanked Novels & Stories

As she informs her, my mother holds her arms out in front of her and scans the pit as if showcasing the space. 'Fuck off,' Emily throws her some spit. My mother scoffs and says, "Such potty mouths we have. It's evident that your parents didn't do a good job of parenting you." Before swinging her arm toward Emily's torso, she pulls her arm back and twice wraps the extension cable around her hand. She shouts out in anguish as soon as the cord touches her flesh. Before my mother intervenes, Emily is still sobbing and standing on trembling legs with red marks all over her body. This goes on for over two minutes.

The mirror on the opposite wall caught our reflection—me on my knees, ass up, and my handsome stepson kneeling behind me, cock rock-hard and ready. “God, look at that ass,” he muttered, running his hands over my cheeks, spreading them to expose my dripping holes. He gave one a firm smack, the sound cracking through the room. I gasped, the sting blooming into delicious heat. “This is mine now. Say it, Mom.” “It’s yours, son,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Spank your stepmom’s fat ass while you fuck me.”

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

"You're saying that poor kid did this? I don't believe it." "But why would a mother frame her own son?" "You know how some boys will just be boys. They just know how to bring the house down, literally!" Mom read the angry comments condemning me and felt a little soothed. "You're absolutely right, everyone. I'm going to live stream me beating that brat black and blue later. If you want to watch it, remember to leave me some gift tokens and give me a thumbs-up!" I floated mid-air with a bitter smile on my face.

The three of them turned to us, their faces lighting up. “Dad, you have to settle this,” Damien declared. “Not tonight,” Alexander replied, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Your mom’s the boss tonight.” “ Boys, there are grocery bags in the car, get them”. I said making my way to the kitchen where Mrs Romano was making afternoon snacks for the kids. “ Hey, Mrs Romano”. I greeted giving her a side hug. “ Hello Mi Amor, how was work?”. She asked.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

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.

The thought of that kills me. "Mom, I..." Sinclair starts and the next movement my mom takes take me by surprise, and a gasp falls from my parted lips. She's standing before him like a huge panther and he has his right hand on his cheek; surprise on his face when they meet hers again. She slapped him! She fúcking slapped him! "What the fuck are you doing, mother?" I'm quick to jump between them, shielding Sinclair from my mother's wrath. "Why will you do that? You had absolutely no right!"

I say in a warning tone. "But Daddy, what do you expect me to do while you are gone?" she cries out her naked body calling to me. "Watch a kids movie, don't get naughty ideas, and don't touch this pussy of mine," I warn. "How will you know if I played with my pussy?" she calls out. Spanking her cunt, she cries out bolting forward. I place my hand on her midsection and spank her pussy again. "That hurts," she says. "I will use something harder than my hand next time. Don't disobey me," I call out to her.

I laughed as she struggled under Theo's grapse. "I know you're into bdsm and you love threesome and maybe fivesome. Who's the slut now?" I asked mockingly. That didn't go well with mom because she escaped Theo's grip and pouched on me hitting me repeatedly. "I wish I had killed you when I had the chance, you dirty brat!" Mom screamed scratching my face. Theo was finally able to grab mom away from me, i spotted Lola from the corner of my eyes about to touch me but I kicked her leg and she fell onto the ground, losing her balance.