Spanking My Mom Novels & Stories

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Watching her release as I spanked Tiana making her face turn and watched Ava come undone. She moaned as I spanked her multiple times, feeling her clenching me hard as I almost came undone. “Fuckk, I'm cominggg.” She milked my cock as I spanked her harder one last time making her scream my name. “Can't take my father's cock, come for your step son…my sweet little cunt.”

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

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.

"Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out." My mother grunted. "It doesn't matter if she has asthma. She won't die just because I put her in a coffin. I'm an education expert. What can go wrong with disciplining a child? It's your sister's duty to serve as a cautionary tale for you. Tell me now. Will you dare do it again?!" Yes, I was used as teaching material to discipline Joe. This had been my duty since I was born. When Joe stayed up all night playing video games, my mother would turn on the light at the highest voltage and audio with the highest decibel for me. I was tortured for three days and three nights without rest, breaking me down mentally and pu

Mom continued screaming, "You're going to stop caring about me too! I'm your mother! You're just the same as that damn father of yours! You just want to abandon me!" She then collapsed onto the floor, pounding her fist against it, crying and screaming her heart out. This scene had happened countless times in my past life. Every time I resisted her, even a little, she would throw a huge tantrum and lament how hard her life had been and how ungrateful and disrespectful I was to her.

I say to him. He smacks me again. This spanking excites me so much I moan loudly. “Yes, daddy again,” I say. He smacks me again and again as I moan loudly for him. “Oh Kendra, you need to learn to behave; what can daddy do to make you behave?” he asks. “Fuck me, daddy,” I say.

I cried out trying to save my bum from any more attack, but he pinned my hands and pulled my PJ and pull-ups down. "You could be kidnapped or lost or hurt..." He scolds again, this time they hurt worse, I could feel them straight on my bare skin. Smack. Smack. Smack. "Daddy, please I'll never do it again" I sob out meaning it. "You. Will. Not," he says every word was followed by a smack. I sobbed down to his lap, holding the covers of the bed, he rubbed my back and abused bum helping me calm down, I hate spankies.

However, Mom's demands only got higher and higher. If they failed to get full scores in their exams, Mom would beat me up with a stick. If they took a minute too long on their break between studies, she wouldn't let me sleep at night. And if they accidentally tore a hole in their clothes, she would cut up all my clothes and tie me to the front door. I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. I cried and asked her why she was doing this to me. It was Esther and Emily who made the mistakes, so why was I the one getting punished instead?

At least, from what I could remember, we never had any physical contact. Even so, Mom didn't spare me. When I was seven, I had just returned home after walking three miles when Mom slapped me across the face. The reason? She had found my essay in my composition book titled "My Father". "You're already learning such filthy things at such a young age! Who taught you this?" Mom shouted, waving the book in my face. Failing to understand what she meant, I could only desperately search for my dad in the room. But all that awaited me was a beating.