Spanking My Mom Novels & Stories

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

"When I called him a bastard and watched his eyes dim exactly like mine used to, I felt this twisted satisfaction. I thought I was punishing that weak and helpless version of myself, punishing the part of me that was tainted." Granny sobbed harder, but all she could do was pull Mom into a tighter hug. "But who was I really punishing?" Mom's voice broke into sobs. "When I slapped him and saw the same marks I once had… was I hitting him or was I hitting myself?" Some questions were never meant to have answers.

He started to slap my bum again, I screamed right away, my bum was still sore, even after the lotion aftercare, he didn't smack me much, I only received five in total, but they were enough for me to cry. "I don't want to do this Calesti, I don't enjoy spanking you why are you acting out?" he asks me, but I don't believe him, he had me sitting up in his lap, the last place I want to be in. "You like hitting me, and it hurt," I accuse him with more tears going down my face. "I don't, and I've only spanked you," he says. "Nu, you hit me on the bum," I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it.

But I knew Mom wouldn’t believe me, and I couldn’t be bothered to explain. "If I come back later, wouldn't that just make it easier for you to avoid seeing me?" I said. "You!" My mom hissed. I gave her a mocking smile. "Aren't I so well-behaved and obedient?" I asked sarcastically. I had once tried to be dutiful but no matter what I did, Mom always thought I was scheming or trying to steal attention from Tara. So I thought, I may as well face her head-on. Tara lowered her head.

"He was crying and telling us the instructors were beating him, hurting him. We thought he was lying. We thought he was just trying to get out of learning his lesson. We yelled at him and told him he was ungrateful." "We sent him there to learn discipline, and instead we sent him straight into hell..." Mom crumpled to the floor, her hands pressed over her face, her sobs tearing out of her so raw they barely sounded human. "It was me. I'm the one who sent him there with my own hands. I'm the one who killed him." I watched her fall apart and felt nothing. I could see what was running through her mind. She was remembering what she had said. "Look at him. He's so well-behaved now."

The thought made my cock twitch even now. Because of it, I turned up the flirtiness with her mom on purpose. I wanted Beverly to watch. I pulled her mom close while she was making coffee, sliding my hands around her waist and kissing her neck right there in the open. When she bent over to grab something from the fridge, I spanked her ass hard and loud, sharp smacks that echoed through the kitchen. Her mom giggled and playfully scolded me, but I could tell she loved the attention.

My skirt flipped up, exposing my bare, dripping pussy and ass. "Oh fuck," he growled, his hand coming down hard on my ass with a loud smack. "No panties? You're such a dirty little slut walking around my house like this." The sting made me moan loud. "Yes! Spank me, Daddy. I've been so bad, teasing you." He spanked me again and again, harder each time. My ass burned red and hot. "This tight young pussy is mine now. Your stepdad is going to teach you proper lessons in pleasure and discipline."

She would be home now in her bed, his shampoo and stuff in her bathroom would be tossed outside and she would have bolted her bedroom door to keep him away. There goes my dream of spanking her today. He thought sadly and ran a hand through his hair. And then his mom would be pissed at him and would go full "momzilla" on his ass. "I'm still talking to you, Seth!" Kaitlyn snapped behind him and if that didn't irritate and drive him mad, then he had to be a bloody saint. Gritting his teeth in anger, he gave her a death glare. But Kaitlyn simply rolled her eyes and approached him again.

Yasha expresses thoughtfully, rubbing her neck and looking at her, maybe even with some fear. "Exactly. Within minutes, they tracked my location, and uncle Maurizio ended up calling my mom to complain that dad had tried something as low as attempting to ruin his security system. Because of that, my parents had a monumental argument..." When she realizes she's said too much, she scratches her nose and clears her throat. "Their surprise was huge when they found out it was me. Mom grounded me by not letting me ride my motorcycle for a few weeks. The day I met Alexandre, I sneaked out of the house for that reason—I was sick of being cooped up." "I thought your father was the one who handed out t

His voice became challenging. “I’ll spank you.” And all of a sudden, Derry became silent. He squinted his eyes and only glared at Ahaz. Children have not liked spanking since childhood. His mother used to beat him in the house like this every day for his evils. Due to his mischief, many times his parents had to be embarrassed in school. His mother spanked him many times but he did not get any wisdom till now. He still misbehaves with no shame and is spanked by his mother.