Spanking My Mom Novels & Stories

When I was three years old, during a car accident, I was struck in the head by a car while trying to protect Mom. After that, the doctors said something inside my head had broken, and I'd never be quite right. Everyone back home called me the slow one. Late at night, I'd see her crying alone. On my seventh birthday, Mom took me to Manhattan, and that was when I discovered that she had a second home and another daughter, Charlotte. In front of strangers, she wouldn't claim me. She only let me call her Miss Eleanor. On the third night, She sat down at her vanity. On the table was a small black box. I thought it was a present. She opened the box and took out a black silicone bracelet, with a little light embedded in the clasp—small, dark, switched off. "This is called a TruthBand. It's something a company in California makes. The light turns green when you tell the truth, and red when you lie. If you wear this, Mommy will always know." She fastened it around my wrist. Tight. The little light blinked green. I thought that if I was good enough, she would love me the way she loved my sister. But then she made me do ski practice with Charlotte. Charlotte was a junior champion. "You're both my daughters. I don't play favorites. Whoever falls, gets punished." Charlotte never fell. I couldn't even keep my skis straight. Every single run, I was the one Mama dragged off the mountain and locked in the cellar. On Thanksgiving Day, Mama spent the whole afternoon cooking. I wanted to help. I dropped a bowl. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were red. She grabbed a little pill bottle off the counter, tipped my chin up, and forced something between my teeth. "Dumb as a rat. Are you happy now? Did you finally embarrass me enough? " I lay on the kitchen floor, gasping. While she wasn't looking, I scraped up three little pink pellets that had spilled and tucked them into my fist. Mommy, I told myself, I'll be good now, and then you'll be happy. Right?

Alice is happily married and enjoying life in her little bubble, until one day she stumbles across messages to her husband she was not meant to see. With three children and a divorce under her belt, will she ever find love again?

My mom is a retired supermodel. She's added a monitor to the weight scales at home so that she can monitor my and my sister, Abigail Teller's perfect body weight. If my data goes up by 0.1%, Mom will ban me from eating for the next three days. But the thing is, Abigail keeps eating fried chicken every day, yet her monitor's light is always green. Mom claims that Abigail's still going through puberty. I defend myself, saying that I've gained weight because of the bloating caused by my period. As Mom points at the red light emitted by my monitor, she exclaims, "The data is never wrong! If you've gained weight, that means you've been snacking far too much!" After getting punished many times, I begin believing that being fat is a sin. On the night of my 20th birthday, the long-term diet I've been placed on has triggered my kidney failure, which causes me to bloat up everywhere. I kneel on the floor and plead to Mom that I'm seriously ill. But that's when the monitor lets out a shrill alarm. When Mom sees the 5% increase in my body fat data, she puts me through a devillish punishment. I can feel the electric currents jolting through my body. "It's bad enough that you've secretly snacked on cake, but to even lie in my face about your illness? I'd like to see how long you can stay stubborn for!" Having said her piece, Mom locks the door and takes Abigail out to celebrate her birthday. I guess Mom is correct. Monitors never lie. I'm the one who's at the wrong for being a glutton. That's why I've transformed into a monster who doesn't deserve any love at all. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll only drink water in my next life.

On my eighteenth birthday, a mouthwatering scent filled my nostrils and I was shocked when I saw the professor I hated the most was my mate. Returning home, my stepmom said she was going to introduce to me her new husband which shocked me. My father was disabled from a brutal illness yet she wanted to marry another man. When he came in, he turned out to be him. My Mate and My Professor.

"Shhh…don't tell Daddy about it."He thrust deeper and I held on the sheets so tightly to prevent a moan from escaping my lips. ___ Amara was so happy when she found out that she was going to have a step-brother because being a lonely child was kinda boring. However, Amara never expected that her step-brother would be Nicholas Adams. The famous green eyes bad boy who studied the same campus as her. Amara harboured feelings for Nico.She tried to make a move but Nicholas ignored her entirely. It broke Amara's heart and all she did was admire him from afar. Amara's world turns upside down when it turns out that Nico is her mate. Will Amara give in to the mate bond which pulls her towards Nico,or resist and hold to the fact that they're siblings now that their parents are married? Will their parents acknowledge their relationship?

He was my professor, the Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack. Feared by every wolf on campus. In class, he was a sucker for rules, but outside, he was the kind of savage who obeyed no one. Especially not the Moon Goddess. I ran to this University to escape and arranged marriage, find freedom and my true mate. I wasn't expecting him, and I definitely wasn't expecting to snap at the one man who could order my head served on a platter to him. Then I realized he was mine. Mine to own, my mate! But he was the same man who helped destroy my family and Pack. The same Alpha who had murdered my brother without a second thought. The rules said we couldn't touch. I wouldn't reject me, I couldn't resist gin and every time another man looked at me, his wolf edged closer to savage. Sleeping with him would ruin everything. So why did I want it so badly? He was my curse, my punishment, and my aching obsession.

Thalia Jones has been a good and dutiful wife to her husband. She took care of her son like a loving mother. Until she found out her husband had a secret love affair with another woman, her marriage is at the verge of collapsing. Her son doesn't recognize her as his mother anymore. Betrayal stung more than being thrown on spikes. What will happen when she discovers another shocking secret about her marriage now that her husband's brother is involved?

She walked in on his betrayal. Five years later, he became her family. Ashley thought the worst night of her life was the one that shattered her heart, when she caught the man she loved with her best friend. She left without looking back, vowing never to see him again. But fate isn’t that kind. Five years later, she returns to New York, engaged, successful, and ready to move on. Until one shocking introduction changes everything. Jake, her ex, is now her stepbrother. Living under the same roof with the man who broke her should have been impossible. But what’s worse? The way her heart still races when he’s near… and the way he looks at her like he never let her go. As buried secrets begin to surface, Ashley is forced to question everything she thought she knew about that night, the betrayal, the lies… and the people she trusted most. Because the truth is far more dangerous than she imagined. And the line between love and destruction? She’s about to cross it.

She came back to bury the past — not to fall apart at the sight of him. Betsy has always lived by one rule — guard your heart, protect your dignity, and never let desire make a fool of you. She has a boyfriend, and principles she built her whole identity around, but nobody warned her about Drake. Her brother's best friend. The Alpha. The man who looks at her like he already knows every secret she is trying to keep. She has been gone long enough to forget how suffocating this pack can feel — and now she cannot breathe without him in the room. Drake has never had a reason to cross that line. Until her. She is back, she is different, and something about her has gotten so deep under his skin he cannot think straight. He is the Alpha. He does not lose control. But Betsy makes him want to. Some lines are drawn for a reason. What happens when you cross them?

I live with a man who wants to destroy me. Stephen Kinsley doesn’t just hate me—he wants to break me. Ruin me. Make me suffer for the sins of my father, the man who murdered his mother in cold blood. Now, I’m trapped in his territory, forced to obey his rules, surrounded by a pack that would tear me apart if given the chance. Stephen watches me like a predator stalking prey. He pushes, taunts, and waits for the moment I shatter. But beneath his fury, there’s something darker. Something twisted. Because the more he hurts me, the more he seems to enjoy it. And the most terrifying part? I think I do too. This isn’t just revenge. This is war. And when it ends, one of us won’t make it out alive.