Mom Spanks Daughter Novels & Stories

As a mother, that’s all she could say, because the reason she was sorry for… can be used to make them a laughingstock in the pack. Ana, with the intelligence she inherited from both dominant genes, could guess what she was sorry for. Ana small pouty mouth pursed, her other free little hand softly banged the table, “Mommy,” she paused, sighing weakly as she stared at her mother who was trying to keep a straight back, still with lowered eyes, “Do you feel Papa Uncle affection?” Aliana paused, sighing, finally having the nerve to look at her daughter eyes once again. “Even if you hate your dad that much, you can’t—”

“Not fucking taking care of your children! She had her sister taken away from her for years! She was forced to become a stripper because it was the only way she could make enough money for a basic living! How fucking dare you think saying sorry mends that broken heart? She still has scars from what your husband fucking did to her!” Mum broke into sobs, terrified at Damon’s revelation, looking like the guilt was eating her up inside and about to swallow her whole. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea!” she wept. “That’s not even the half of it!” Damon roared. “How could you fucking rape your own child? Have you not a human bone in your disgusting body?” He hurled at Dad again, kicking him in the crot

"You are so lucky my son decided not to divorce that jobless daughter of yours." Damon's mom threw the first bomb and it exploded right in her opponents face. "What did you just call my daughter? Please, take back your words or I won't take it lightly with you. You can never intimidate me with your wealth, you know." She smirked rolling her eyes. "I can't? Are you seriously?? I'm sure that your daughter's marriage has favored you more than anything you know. If not, you family will definitely die in poverty. Aren't you ashamed that your daughter feeds off my son and does absolutely nothing to support my son!."

Mom wrapped an arm around me, pulling me back. Dad still screamed into the phone. “If ANYTHING else drops online, I swear—if my name appears in ONE MORE POST—I WILL DEAL WITH YOU MYSELF.” Mom snapped. She stepped forward and ripped the phone out of his hand. “ENOUGH.” She hung up. Dad stared at her, stunned. Lena stared too, trembling. Mom shoved the phone back into his chest. “This is not discipline. This is not concern. This is you losing control because the internet embarrassed you.”

“You didn't even think to call me?” I lock eyes with her, my anger burning, but before I can speak, my mother steps in front of me and retaliates with a slap of her own. “How dare you touch my daughter with your filthy hands?” Becca gasps. “You dare to slap me?” “And I would do it again,” Mom warns, pointing at her. “If you ever lay a hand on my daughter, I'll do more than just slap you.” “You will pay for this!” Becca's eyes blaze with anger. “Both you and your daughter will pay!”

Her raised hand was caught by Haley, and she felt her hand bones being crushed. "While I'm away, you dare to bully my two children. Even after so many years, you've remained as uncultured as ever," Haley said, firmly holding Barbara's hand before forcefully letting it go. She bent down and pulled Todd and Angela into her embrace. Barbara was furious to the point of explosion. She pointed at Angela and angrily said, "You've given birth to this good daughter of yours, who slapped my son in the face. Either I slap you back or you slap her yourself!"

James said gritting his teeth. "Dad, don't you want to know why I slapped him? Don't you want to know what he has done?" Anna asked him "Whatever he did, you should not have done this. Come home." James said again. "He cheated on me. Do you know who was the girl? It was Stella. Now, do you still want me to apologize to that bastard? No Dad, I will never do it. They should apologize to me for this nasty thing" Anna shouted in anger.

Chelsea teased. The thing with my mom is that she likes to think and to act like a teenage girl, the fact that she is about to hit fifty as never settled in her brain. "Well," I shrugged a bit and picked up my glass of tequila. "The only way I stopped her from following me is by making her think I was going to church." "Oh girl, you could have come with her. I like your mommy, she is so fun," Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now.

"And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad." "If you ask me, upsetting the future father of your own child over a godson really isn't worth it." Only after hearing all that did Rowena realize that she hadn't contacted me in a long time since the last incident. That was mostly because caring for the baby had thrown her days and nights completely out of order. She had been so exhausted every day that she often passed out the second she lay down. Now that Theo had reached his one-month milestone, she felt like she had finally done enough and could step away.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.