Spank Me Mommy Novels & Stories

“Daddy, we don't—“ He pins my upper back across his legs. My pitch elevates as I see his hand lift up. “—have time for this!” My toes curl as his big hand lands across my tiny rump. Oh my god! He just spanked me! I'm a grown woman, and I've never been spanked in my life. “No, daddy, stop! This isn't fair!” Not only does daddy ignore me, but his hand slips under my waist band and pulls my shorts down, exposing my bare ass.

She set it back on the desk exactly where Lincoln had left it and moved to the bathroom, closing the door just as she heard him come back inside. "I forgot my phone," he called out, his voice muffled through the door. "Can't do business without it." He said laughing. Daggy turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm the racing of her heart. When she came back out Lincoln was already gone again. Britty stirred on the bed and opened her eyes, blinking sleepily up at Daggy. "Mama? Where's Daddy?" The word 'Daddy' made something twist painfully in Daggy's chest because Lincoln wasn't her father and now Daggy was terrified that the real father was about to surface.

"Show me your lengthy enormous dick, baby." Quickly, he dropped his pants together with the underwear he was wearing, while Romana took the same position as the picture she sent him earlier. "Masturbate and scream my name, Baby..." she ordered. "Do the same, Mommy. I want to see you pleasing yourself." "Sure." He started masturbating in front of the camera while watching what Romana does. His horny sugar mommy inserted the dildo into her pink womanhood and then pressed the button to the maximum level. She was like being possessed when the vibrator turned on. She howled continuously while her narrow eyes stared at him.

“Mom—” My mother was shaking with fury. She glared at Sarah with hatred. “You bastard!” she spat, her voice trembling not with fear but with rage. “I could have swallowed the pain of losing my husband. I could have endured anything. But how dare you—how dare you lay a finger on my daughter. If anything had happened to her today, I would have killed you with my own two hands.” Sarah slowly lifted her hand to her cheek where the slap had landed, her head snapping slightly to the side from the force. For a second, she looked stunned, as if the pain had pulled her back into reality. Then her expression twisted into something ugly.

“Don't worry. Just stay quiet and mommy will have it all under control.” “Will we ever get to meet Daddy? Are the men here dangerous? They..” She broke into tears. I quickly wiped out all of the droplets streaming down her face. “What's wrong, baby? Don't worry, we'll get to Daddy soon. I won't let the dangerous men hurt you.” “Do you pinkie swear?” Despite the heavy beatings of my heart in my chest and the shakiness of my fingers, I locked my pinkie finger with her, whispering, “I promise.”

God, he was really going to spank me. "No safe words, because I plan to stop whenever I feel your ass is sore enough, and no counting, because that does not matter to me as well." And then the first smack came hard on my ass.

“Dad! Stop! This is crazy!” “Call me Daddy when I’m disciplining you, little girl.” His palm cracked down hard on my right ass cheek. The sound was sharp, the sting immediate. I yelped. He didn’t stop. He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, building a brutal rhythm that had me kicking and gasping.

"Ah… Daddy… please! Make me cum!" I pushed her back on the bed until she was flat, I straddled her ass, my hand pressing on her head and put all my weight on her as I moved my hips faster like a piston. "H-harder… fuck… right there…" her moans were muffled. I watched her hands panic around, not knowing where to hold. I slapped her ass again and her feet that was still dangling on the edge of the bed did a desparate swing. "Please… I can’t… ah! It's too much!"

I cackled, “He invited me to dinner at their place tonight. Maybe I should marry her dad and have her call me Mommy.” Just like that, a lightbulb turned on in my head, and I was determined to have my revenge. I made up my mind then and there. Andrew Churchill was going to be my husband, and unless Charissa was planning on sleeping with him too, there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop me. It was high time I taught her a lesson that she would never forget. I would become her stepmother and spend the rest of my life annoying her as much as I could. I was finally going to return the favour. I was going to take something that belonged to her for a change.

she says. "He won't spank me," I say blushing, mommy did it a couple of times, but never too hard, she said I'm too young for that even. "He will," Viki says nodding her head yes. "No, he won't mommy won't let him," I say feeling sure that mommy won't let him do it. "He'll spank her too, he's the boss," she says, she loves arguing, I have noticed that very soon and we have just met, and she lives for the love of arguing.