Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction depicting a teenager being spanked.
If you are not of legal age and unsure about your reactions, discuss it with your parents before reading. Any similarity between characters depicted in this story and persons living or dead is purely coincidental. As I entered my room to wait for Erotic ballbusting stories mother, I could hear her voice coming from the hallway as she chatted on the phone.
Through my open window the aromas of autumn drifted in on the breeze, lending an Hot blow job stories old-fashioned touch to the scene. Hi, Mary. Oh, okay I guess, how are you doing?
I was just getting ready to give that boy of mine a spanking. No, nothing in particular. Just out of line a bit. Laughing, she said, Too big? That s what he said, too, but you know how I feel about it. She was talking to Mom son camping sex stories friend Mary about spanking me. I blushed, completely humiliated by the fact Blue bloods love stories someone else would know about my predicament.
Eavesdropping, I strained harder to hear, even though it was discomfiting. Well, you know, I just get him over my knee and use the hairbrush until I think he Forced deepthroat stories learned his lesson. Don t be silly, of course I take his pants down, and believe me, there s always plenty of kicking and crying before I m through with him!
Oh, great! I thought miserably.
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Now she s giving a play-by-play description! Totally mortified, I couldn t stand to hear any more. Flopping down on the bed, I waited in abject dismay Awoken dragon dragon story the inevitable to happen. Rather than cool her off, the phone conversation with her friend seemed to be deepening mom s resolve to do a thorough job.
As the walls of my room closed in on me, I replayed the scene that had started all of this, just fifteen minutes ly. I was standing next to the refrigerator, the door open, drinking directly from the milk carton when Mature nudist stories had come into the kitchen. A small dribble of milk trickled down my chin as I hurriedly put the carton down, and I realized it was too late to escape a scolding for my behavior. My mother looked more than a little annoyed at me, which was probably the cumulative result of my typical Cock milking machine stories teen-age conduct of late.
Arms folded across her chest, her right foot tapping the floor, she stewed for a moment or two, then, instead of a tirade, she asked a simple question. The words hung in the air before me, both embarrassing and chilling me at the same time.
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A cold glass of water in the face couldn t have gotten my attention more completely. It was a question with no correct answer, and I knew it. Licking my lips to remove the tell-tale traces of milk, I searched for something to say that wouldn t get me in trouble. True to form, as mom knew I would, I replied with Nosy neighbors stories typical adolescent.
Shifting from foot to foot, uneasy, squirming inside, I felt like the chess player confronted with mate in two moves. Mom s eyes smoldered with a suppressed anger. A whiff of her favorite perfume, fragrant but understated, Crossdressing in public stories my nostrils as she stepped closer to confront me.
Letting me hang there for what seemed like minutes, but was probably seconds, she then stated firmly. I waited for the revelation of her discovery, while she eyed me with the look of a jaguar sizing Futanari x male reader lemon fanfiction a rabbit.
First, she said matter-of-factly, it s apparently been far too long since you ve had your bottom warmed. I colored deeply, conjuring up a picture in my mind of the last spanking I d had, some months ago. She had warmed it well, too, her large and solid wooden hairbrush smacking my upturned bare bottom very, very thoroughly. This gave the lie to her next point.
And second, Dry nursing my husband to sleep stories continued, her predatory glare deepening, I apparently didn t do a good enough job. There was a finality to that statement that denied any chance of appeal or rebuttal, so I just stood there, waiting for her conclusion, breathing harder now as I anticipated what would follow.
An electric current seemed to be flowing through my skin, creating goose bumps and making me tremble slightly. Having let her point sink in, she declared firmly. You can rest assured that I won t make that mistake again, and I intend to correct the situation, right now. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared me straight in the eyes and ordered. You can just march off to your room and wait, while I get my hairbrush. I think a long, hard dose of it on your naughty bare bottom is in order, and believe me, young man, I m going to see to it that you remember this spanking for a long time.
But, mom! I reasoned, whining just a little, I m too big to be spanked. I m almost fifteen! No Cuck stories reddit. She Chastity device stories t buying it.
Better try apologizing.
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I m sorry, really! I ll try to do better, I promise! No sale. As if rooted to the spot, I tried the delaying tactic, waiting. Her right forefinger pointed the way, unsympathetically as she intoned sternly. No arguments, mister.
Just march, and I mean now, or I ll take the strap to you after I m finished with the hairbrush! I d only had a strapping once before, when I d deliberately disobeyed her, and I had no desire to renew acquaintances with the nasty piece of leather hanging in our cellar stairway. Hanging my head like a condemned criminal, I moped off to my room, complaining to Aj lee sex stories all the way that it wasn t fair.
As I passed through the hall, the phone rang. Picking it up, I found it was one of my mother s friends, and turned Husband breastfeeding stories call her. She, however, was right behind me, and took the receiver, pointing sternly towards my room.
Maybe, I thought hopefully, she ll get involved with the phone call and forget about me. Heels clicked past my door, on the way to my mother s bedroom. She Lesbian nipple stories finished talking to her friend, and would soon be coming for me.
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My pulse quickened, my breathing accelerated, knowing that a class-A spanking was in the offing, minutes away. A faint aroma of burning leaves wafted in through the curtains, reminding me that something else, Nylon stocking stories more dear to me, would be on fire before long.
Too soon, the clicking returned, bringing my mother with it.
Her right hand Abduction rape stories her old-fashioned wooden hairbrush, an English beauty that looked more to me like a paddle with bristles. Tapping it in her palm, she stood next to my bed, looking down at me. Sit up. She ordered, her eyes boring into me. I hardly know what to do with you anymore. Her voice held a touch of exasperation.
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You act as if you re trying to anger me, doing just what you shouldn t, disappointing me at every turn, regardless of my scolding and lecturing. Chagrined as well as fearful, I sat glumly looking up Gay frottage stories her, not venturing any comment. She was a fairly large woman, more than capable of handling Alien egg pregnancy story, even if I were to resist.
Glancing down, I regarded her right foot tapping the floor again as I avoided her gaze. She continued scolding me. When I said I was through making mistakes with you, I meant it. From now on you re going to get a good, hard spanking once a week.
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My head jolted upright, my mouth hanging open, not quite believing what I d heard. That s right, she confirmed, once a week. I m going to keep a record of your behavior, and every Sunday afternoon you ll get over my Sibling masturbation stories for a sound spanking on your bare bottom with this hairbrush.
She Dog licking pussy story the brush for effect, concluding, Your conduct will determine just how long and hard you get spanked, and I promise that you won t enjoy a minute of it. In six Pregnant belly sex stories or so, we ll see just how well behaved you ve become, and then I ll decide whether to continue the program.
My eyes beginning to smart from the prospect of being regularly spanked, as well as having my Sunday afternoons ruined, I nodded, a lump in my throat. I don t like to have to discipline you this way, but you ve really left me no choice.
With a small sigh, she went on, Now for the business at hand. Tapping the brush into her left palm, she stated firmly, Get up.