Spanking My Mom Novels & Stories

I don't know how I kept a straight face. "Well, you should really try spanking her. It drives her absolutely wild." "Jesus Christ, Dad. That's...I don't...what?" I finally laughed. I couldn't keep it in any more. He laughed too, despite himself. I got serious. "It's fine. It's fine and perfectly normal. Well, for our family. I did the same when I was your age. And your mother wants you too, although she would never push you into anything. She cares for you too much. So take a deep breath."

I'd feign headaches to skip family movie nights, meeting him in the garage where he'd have me on the workbench, legs spread, his tongue devouring my pussy until I squirted on his face. "Taste so fuckin' sweet," he'd growl, then flip me over, cock ramming my ass while he fingered my cunt, making me beg for more. "Harder, Daddy...ruin me," I'd whisper, and he'd oblige, spanking until my ass was raw, leaving me limping back inside with excuses about 'tripping.' Mom noticed the marks once...a hickey on my collarbone. "Wild night out?" she teased. Jack choked on his coffee across the table, but I played it cool.

I was going to take those who incited harassment and deliberately twisted the truth to court and use the law to defend myself. As for some people, I had nothing more to say to them. Turning to Christy, I said, "I'm free now, but you're still far from it." Right then, Mom snapped out of it and immediately grabbed Christy, which freaked her out. "What are you doing? This has nothing to do with me! Let me go!" Alan and I exchanged a knowing smile, turned around, and walked away. Mom, on the other hand, had a death grip on Christy and refused to let go.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

What I’m supposed to do next. It was wrong, wasn’t it? What he did was wrong. Spanking me like I’m a child. I don’t even think my mom ever spanked me when I was little. But now here I am. My ass stings, and it took all I had not to burst out crying. At first. When he first threw me over his knee. After that…

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

, I murmured and then looked away shamefully. “And you decided to ruin the Alpha’s son’s birthday today by turning it into his funeral ?” Mom thundered as she entered the scene suddenly. “He challenged me first !” I tried to defend myself, but Mom looked like she would explode like a volcano any time now. “Nox Canning, I swear I am going to spank that small ass of yours till it turns beetroot red myself !!” She hollered. “That’s child abuse, mom !!” I shouted back and curse my uncontrollable mouth. I paid the price for having a loose trap.

His big hand came down hard on my right cheek. Smack! I yelped loud, the sting shocking me. “What the fuck!” He spanked me again, harder. Smack! Smack! I laughed even though it hurt, trying to sound brave. “Is that all you got, you pussy? My mum is paying you to spank me like a little bitch? Pathetic.” I scoffed.

"You taught me well, Aunt Vera. I've always wanted to be your daughter. I'm not like a certain someone who doesn't know how lucky she is and keeps giving others chances to ridicule you." My entire body trembled as they repeated the word "ridicule" over and over again. I wasn't scared, but I felt like I was suffocating under their obsession of avoiding ridicule. Mom's discipline took shape in the form of the bruises on my body and the chronic stress that seemed to have seeped into my very bones. Her concept of maturity was the way I had to pathetically control the way I breathed. Her intense disciplinary methods caused me to be ostracized whenever we visited our relatives. No one dared to pla

"Mom, Erwin just likes to play tricks. He thought he could slack off without getting caught. If we hadn't come back to grab something, he'd definitely have snuck back into bed and wasted the whole day." My mom's expression darkened even further. Without another word, she grabbed my hair and dragged me back toward the bathtub, forcing my head into the icy water again. "A worthless brat like you will only learn through punishment!" As if afraid I might escape again, she reached behind the door and grabbed a rod, smashing it hard against the back of my head. "You want to sleep, don't you? Then, you can sleep right here. When you wake up, you can come out. If you haven't finished memorizing thos