Mom Spanking Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says in a low voice and I know I'm in troubles "Sorry daddy" I reply and look down. He raise my face again and say "You hold my hand the whole time, if you want to play a game ask first. And if daddy say no you don't throw a tantrum or cry got it" he says setting the rules. "Yes daddy “I say still excited to get out and play. "Sophia if you throw a tantrum or even think about crying we'll go straight home and I'll tan your ass. I'm not joking princess behave or I won't bring you here again." he says in his Dom voice and I nod meaning it this time.

“Because that's exactly what daddy expects from such a disrespectful little brat like you. It's not surprising one bit you get turned on by punishment.” My face burns as badly as my ass does. It's humiliating to hear daddy talk to me like that, like he knows exactly how to push my buttons. He couldn't possibly have known spanking me would turn me on, could he? I can't be that predictable. Yet he moves with a confidence I'm not expecting, his finger pressing against my g-spot as his hand slips under my shirt, grabbing one of my tits in

Bruce reached for him like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. "Leo. Daddy's here. Can you help me convince your mom? Please? I don't want to lose her." He thought Leo would soften. After all, Leo used to be his little shadow. Whenever he came home, Leo would run and hug his legs, chanting "Daddy, Daddy." But this time, Leo just took a small step back behind me. Then he said, calmly, "Alpha, you should go be with your other pup. Don't bother me and my mom anymore."

“Stepdad and Uncle Tyrone are giving me a really intense… workout. They’re stretching me so much. I can barely take it.” Marcus smirked and started rubbing my clit while they continued pounding my ruined hole together. “Oh that’s nice! I’m glad they’re keeping you active,” Mom said innocently. “Make sure you listen to everything they tell you, okay?” “Yes, Mommy…” I moaned louder as the pleasure built rapidly. “I’m listening to every… deep… instruction. They’re filling me up so much. I feel so full.” Tyrone groaned softly behind me and fucked me harder. The wet sounds of two thick cocks stretching my pussy were unmistakable, but Mom remained completely clueless.

I smacked his right ass cheek. “Yes, Daddy,” Brad immediately amended, pushing his ass out toward me. “Good boy. And what about your balls, hm? Should I play with them too?” “Please, Daddy, please play with my balls.” “Get on your hands and knees,” I said and moved, so Brad could get into the position I ordered him into. Once Brad was ready, I settled behind him and gave his ass a couple of hard slaps. My son moaned like a whore.

“Is this how a soon-to-be father is supposed to behave?” Domenico exhaled a slow stream of smoke into the dim room. “And for the record,” Emilio continued, folding his arms, “this is the last time you’re smoking, Nico.” A faint chuckle escaped Domenico as he tilted his head back against the recliner. He took another long drag before releasing the smoke lazily into the air. “Are you lecturing me now?” he asked with quiet amusement. “Trying to turn me into a decent man?” “Well, if you want to become a father, you will have to learn to be a decent man, at least toward the mother and the child,” Emilio said.

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

He watched her as she lashed out at him. "Their father? You actually think anyone could call a man like you a father? Anyone could but not my kids!" She spat out, pointing a finger at him. "You're nothing... You mean nothing to them. As far as I'm concerned you're dead to them. You're nothing but a sperm donor, an unfortunate one at that." Jordan's heart twisted with heartbreak as he absorbed her harsh words. He hadn't really felt heartbroken until she called him nothing but a sperm donor. That completely shattered his ego and he was compelled to speak out.

I hid my anger and asked calmly, "Have you not been able to satisfy your wife so far that you think she would come running to her father-in-law for getting fucked?" Aaron's face turned red, a mix of anger and humiliation as he spoke with contempt, "Don’t you feel any shame after seducing your son's wife?" "Aaron, you are crossing the line this time. You can't gather us in the middle of the night to spout such nonsense, he is your father, and you have to respect him no matter what," father scolded Aaron. That's what you have to tolerate for accepting a servant's son as your grandson.

Marcus yelled out again. “Your mother made her decisions and never did I influence it! You want me to pat you on the head and call you good boy? Huhhh? That is not what matters and that is not what makes you a man, boy!! How can you not see that I am trying to make you into a better version of me?!” Mr Thompson asked. “Yes of course Dad! Being patted on the head or shoulder and called a good boy doesn’t make one a man, I figured that out years ago when I accepted the fact that you were dead!”