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Mommy had to tell her little boy NO sex today because she learned he came without permission instead of fulfilling his assignments!
What’s a good way to punish my baby boy for this? I think his little head got too full of thoughts. Send messages or Asks (he’ll answer those;)).
~Miss
~OtWC
So true! And or mommy for that matter
A spank a day, keeps a couple at play.
Confession: We had been together for about a year when she was showing me old pics and came across some of her and her ex she forgot she had. Embarrassed she pull the computer away to delete them quick. But I couldn't unsee his big dick or the nudes she had sent him. We had never sexted like that because she didn't want to. After talking about it more that night i found out why...
She had sexted her ex some HOT stuff and let him film them when she sucked him or let him use her. He has a lot of nudes of her including videos of him facefucking her and spanking her just like this. Every time I come across obscure videos I wonder if I'll find her videos out there on the web. I get so hard thinking about it.
when you want to hurt but youre not allowed so you pretend to be a whore instead 😊🙃
I need spanking till i bleed, never mind till i cry... any voluteers??
My very first cock :p
I was 18, he was 30 somethin...
We met for the first time at Little Creatures. Shared some kangaroo strips and talked for a good hour.
When we were ready we hopped in his car, and he drove us back to his place, his hand didnt leave my thigh once, and my knees just kept moving further n further apart..
By the time we got to his place i was soaked already. The anticipation and his touches... Mm
He had some rules. The moment i was inside i was to strip down to my panties. And only move if told to.
So i took my time stripping, steeling my nerves with the added benefit of a little show for him :p
I was left with only my lacy blue thong covering me. I had my hands behind me, an attempt to look confident.
He took the oppurtunity to touch me then, running his hands up and down my body, feeling every curve and dip and lump. I was pulled over to the couch, where he sat and stood me between his knees.
We clarified limits then. Double checking and reaffirming.
He told me to pull down my thong, but slowly, with my arse towards him and my legs straight.
And after i was finally free of any fabric i presented the thong to him, for him to take and smell.
Thouroughly impressed he rewarded me with my first ever spanking. Pulling me down over his knee, so his bulge poked into my belly, my cheeks pressed into the leather lounge and my soft bottom pointing straight up in the air. His hits were more like taps, but they had a sting to them that felt nice, then nicer, then so nice they started to hurt, but a good hurt that was new to me...
I was making squeaks id never made before.
He stopped too soon, but i was able to forgive him when he walked me to the bedroom and finally began to strip.
He sat at the end of his bed and pushed me to my knees, his cock standing proud at eye level
I told him then, that id never touched one before and he got all giddy...
So he walked me through what he liked, and gave me the time to get over my worry that Ill hurt him, or itll hurt me hah
He let me touch, and poke and play, running my fingers up n down his shaft, pushing the skin around, before finally leaning forward and licking the tip to see how it tastes.
My play was over then, he showed me how to hold him properly and began to manually move my hand at the right speed, up n down with varying pressure, getting faster until suddenly he was in my mouth and i was pushing him in until i gagged and had to pull back.
I licked n sucked n rubbed, n even played with his balls, before he gave me a quick warning and his cum was in my mouth and down my chin.
It tasted like crap and even after i swallowed i couldnt help but grimace.
He pretended not to notice and kissed me deep.
He told me to get on the bed, on my back, so i did. He spread my legs, holding them down with his elbows and began to eat me out.
He spent at least ten minutes down there, exploring my every crevice n fold with his tongue, lapping up my juices...
He climbed up and over me then, hands framing my head, knees between mine and his ready cock pointing down at my belly, close enough the tip tickled me with every breath.
He had me scooch up a little then, to make up for the height difference, i was so small compared to him.
He pushed forward, entering me quick, too quick. I hissed and pushed him back, told him it hurt.
He apologised, he got over excited. We tried again, he moved slower this time, allowing me to stretch n accomodate, my pussy taking in its very first cock.
He took his time pushing in, even while, despite the sting, i grew impatient. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to just move.
And he did.
It hurt at first, as he thrusted into me, but through the pain there was pleasure so i pushed through, seeking that, and after a short while i found it. The pain faded and i was left only with ecstacy.
He moved quick and he pushed deep and i did my best to keep up, but in the end i resigned to laying back and just taking it.
We changed position multiple times, ending in doggy where he found a spot that shot painful pleasure up my spine, confusing my brain enough that i finally let go.
I had been holding my breath, keeping quiet, embarrassed to make noise... That stopped. I began whimpering, quietly, slowly growing louder, a high pitched throaty whimper.
He started to smack my arse, but he must have been close as that was replaced by an even faster tempo. I couldnt think, i couldnt do anything but push back and hold on for the ride.
Finally he shuddered, pushing into me and freezing, letting out two grunts, before suddenly relaxing, draping himself over me like a heavy blanket. I was pushed into his mattress, trapped between it and him.
When he was able to stand again he pulled out of me, and, after letting me rest a moment as well, started the shower, pampering me by washing away the sweat, running his hands over my bare skin.
We got something to eat then, before dressing.
Then he drove me home.
Replaced Chapter 1
This ist the first Chapter of a Story I found on here some time ago. I did not write it and unfortunately I don't know who the artist is. If anyone knows, please comment. If some of you are interested I'll keep posting the following 24 chapters.
I winced a little as I pulled the last of my things from the topmost dresser drawer and placed it into the stuffed cardboard box. I hadn’t expected to feel sentimental about a dresser. Now it was all set for Vince when he arrived. I carried the last box to the basement bedroom that would be my new room. The old dresser in my new ‘maid room’ had been painted a delicate light pink. It actually looked kind of stylish despite my mediocre painting abilities. I got to work making sure everything was in order. I knew Vince would enjoy touring the new space, and I wanted to be sure he approved.
“Maid, the kids need lunch!”
I scampered up the stairs. Kate was already getting accustomed to the idea of having a domestic servant. Fourteen months ago it was all a fun little fantasy as she messaged with Vince from bed. Then his visits became a regular thing, and the idea started becoming a little less far-fetched.
This new chapter though was going to be a leap I was getting more and more nervous about. The girls loved him, and already thought of him as an uncle more or less, but now he would be living with us. Or maybe we would be living with him. Kate loved thinking of him as a masculine, dominant head of the house. It was a role I had never satisfactorily filled for her.
We had an official story we would tell acquaintances, that he was renting from us while he adjusted to living in the area, and the kids had already repeated it to their friends.
I turned on the range to start making grilled cheese for the impatient six and four year olds.
“Is the bedroom all ready for him?” Kate asked, looking at something on her phone.
“Yes Miss.”
I had started referring to her as Miss a few months prior at Vince’s command, and it seemed to have a psychological effect on all four of us. The kids hadn’t started calling me Maid yet, but I assumed that was probably inevitable with Kate and Vince both referring to me that way.
Kate smiled. “Oh good, I’m going to send him a photo or two.”
She went into the Master bedroom and locked the door behind her. Vince was going to be getting some nudes along with shots of my emptied out half of the closet, dresser and bathroom. I accidentally burned my finger on the griddle and jumped back to focusing on making lunch.
My neck was still sore from the hour I had spent the previous night with my face buried in Kate’s pussy as she messaged with Vince. I stood awkwardly now on the porch as Kate and the two girls ran to greet Vince as he stepped out of the car. The sinking feeling that had been pulsing for the past few weeks now settled into an uncomfortable permanence in my gut. His confidence, his swagger as Kate jumped to kiss him on the cheek…
“Maid…the bags.”
“Yes Sir.”
The command was almost a relief. I could stop thinking about the emasculation of the situation and focus on serving. I knew how to do that.
The rest of his things would arrive later on the moving truck, but even so it took a long time to carry in everything from the car. I took load after load, quietly walking past the living room where Vince and the girls were catching up to go place his belongings into what used to be my bedroom.
Finally it was all in, and I got another taste of supreme sissy awkwardness as I stepped into the living room, head bowed slightly. It wasn’t clear how this was going to work. I decided to go sit on the sofa adjacent to where Vince was sitting with my family. As I started to sit Vince gave me a stare that I knew meant “no”. I caught myself and stood back up, backing away slightly. Kate giggled, catching what had just happened. “So mean” she clucked with a smile.
It got meaner.
“Maid, when you are waiting for instructions you will stand quietly and out of the way.”
He had never been so direct with me in front of the kids. I swallowed awkwardly, blushing badly.
“Yes Sir.”
He let me stand there for a few minutes and went back to talking with Kate and the girls. The idea of lunch came up.
Kate threw out the first idea. “How about Chinese?” The idea was met with unbridled excitement from the kids.
“Sure…why not.” Vince chuckled. The kids ran to get their shoes on. He turned to me. “While we’re gone you should have plenty of time to unpack my bags and get everything set up in my room. And the moving company should be here in an hour or two, so give them whatever help they need.”
While they were gone? I groaned softly. I was hungry too.
He stood up, pulling Kate with him.
I just stood in stunned silence as they went out the door. Vince grabbed her ass and grinned. Her round little bottom looked so delicious through the satin floral pattern of her dress as he possessively grabbed what was now his.
I watched out the window as their car pulled away. I was suddenly so unbelievably horny. The image of Vince’s hand firmly gripping my wife’s backside was burned into my brain. I went into the bedroom and unzipped my pants. The whirlwind of emotions whipping through my mind weren’t all pleasant, but they were definitely making my penis do it’s absolutely best to break out of it’s little plastic cage. I squeezed the sides and desperately stroked as I had done so many times before. It was just as depressing and frustrating as usual. I dreamed of Kate’s soft pussy as I instead felt the familiar unpleasant pinch of hard plastic on skin. I knew it wouldn’t end well, but I kept trying anyway, squeezing my thighs around it now and humping the air. I imagined myself on top of her, thrusting over and over into her as her blonde curls bounced on the bed below me, her breath against my ear.
It was folly. The cage did it’s job. I eventually gave up, dejected and now behind on my work.
I zipped up my pants and opened the first of Vince’s bags. Shirts. I organized them by type, laying them out on the bed and deciding how to organize them. The buttoned shirts needed ironing, so I ran to get the ironing board. Fuck, this was going to take a long fucking time.
As I finally hung the last shirt in what used to be my closet, I realized that I would be hanging these shirts in just the same way over and over for the foreseeable future. I moaned in dejected self pity.
That was just the buttoned shirts. I still had to organize the other shirts, the pants, the underwear and socks, the toiletries. I wanted to cry, but I was interrupted by the doorbell. Fuck, the movers.
The leader of the three man crew held the clipboard and shook his head. “Sorry Sir, need to have the signature of the owner of these belongings before I can unload.”
I bit my lip. Should have lied right away and said I was Vince. Now it was too late. “Hey, could I call him?” I started dialing before he could respond. I handed him the phone as the other end started ringing.
The man listened, protested a little, and then was apparently won over. He gave a little chuckle as he handed me back the phone. “All right, we’re good here.” He paused for a second. “Says you’re his maid.”
I blushed. “Umm, well yes kind of.”
He shook his head and got his crew started.
I winced a little as I pulled the last of my things from the topmost dresser drawer and placed it into the stuffed cardboard box. I hadn’t expected to feel sentimental about a dresser. Now it was all set for Vince when he arrived. I carried the last box to the basement bedroom that would be my new room. The old dresser in my new ‘maid room’ had been painted a delicate light pink. It actually looked kind of stylish despite my mediocre painting abilities. I got to work making sure everything was in order. I knew Vince would enjoy touring the new space, and I wanted to be sure he approved.
“Maid, the kids need lunch!”
I scampered up the stairs. Kate was already getting accustomed to the idea of having a domestic servant. Fourteen months ago it was all a fun little fantasy as she messaged with Vince from bed. Then his visits became a regular thing, and the idea started becoming a little less far-fetched.
This new chapter though was going to be a leap I was getting more and more nervous about. The girls loved him, and already thought of him as an uncle more or less, but now he would be living with us. Or maybe we would be living with him. Kate loved thinking of him as a masculine, dominant head of the house. It was a role I had never satisfactorily filled for her.
We had an official story we would tell acquaintances, that he was renting from us while he adjusted to living in the area, and the kids had already repeated it to their friends.
I turned on the range to start making grilled cheese for the impatient six and four year olds.
“Is the bedroom all ready for him?” Kate asked, looking at something on her phone.
“Yes Miss.”
I had started referring to her as Miss a few months prior at Vince’s command, and it seemed to have a psychological effect on all four of us. The kids hadn’t started calling me Maid yet, but I assumed that was probably inevitable with Kate and Vince both referring to me that way.
Kate smiled. “Oh good, I’m going to send him a photo or two.”
She went into the Master bedroom and locked the door behind her. Vince was going to be getting some nudes along with shots of my emptied out half of the closet, dresser and bathroom. I accidentally burned my finger on the griddle and jumped back to focusing on making lunch.
My neck was still sore from the hour I had spent the previous night with my face buried in Kate’s pussy as she messaged with Vince. I stood awkwardly now on the porch as Kate and the two girls ran to greet Vince as he stepped out of the car. The sinking feeling that had been pulsing for the past few weeks now settled into an uncomfortable permanence in my gut. His confidence, his swagger as Kate jumped to kiss him on the cheek…
“Maid…the bags.”
“Yes Sir.”
The command was almost a relief. I could stop thinking about the emasculation of the situation and focus on serving. I knew how to do that.
The rest of his things would arrive later on the moving truck, but even so it took a long time to carry in everything from the car. I took load after load, quietly walking past the living room where Vince and the girls were catching up to go place his belongings into what used to be my bedroom.
Finally it was all in, and I got another taste of supreme sissy awkwardness as I stepped into the living room, head bowed slightly. It wasn’t clear how this was going to work. I decided to go sit on the sofa adjacent to where Vince was sitting with my family. As I started to sit Vince gave me a stare that I knew meant “no”. I caught myself and stood back up, backing away slightly. Kate giggled, catching what had just happened. “So mean” she clucked with a smile.
It got meaner.
“Maid, when you are waiting for instructions you will stand quietly and out of the way.”
He had never been so direct with me in front of the kids. I swallowed awkwardly, blushing badly.
“Yes Sir.”
He let me stand there for a few minutes and went back to talking with Kate and the girls. The idea of lunch came up.
Kate threw out the first idea. “How about Chinese?” The idea was met with unbridled excitement from the kids.
“Sure…why not.” Vince chuckled. The kids ran to get their shoes on. He turned to me. “While we’re gone you should have plenty of time to unpack my bags and get everything set up in my room. And the moving company should be here in an hour or two, so give them whatever help they need.”
While they were gone? I groaned softly. I was hungry too.
He stood up, pulling Kate with him.
I just stood in stunned silence as they went out the door. Vince grabbed her ass and grinned. Her round little bottom looked so delicious through the satin floral pattern of her dress as he possessively grabbed what was now his.
I watched out the window as their car pulled away. I was suddenly so unbelievably horny. The image of Vince’s hand firmly gripping my wife’s backside was burned into my brain. I went into the bedroom and unzipped my pants. The whirlwind of emotions whipping through my mind weren’t all pleasant, but they were definitely making my penis do it’s absolutely best to break out of it’s little plastic cage. I squeezed the sides and desperately stroked as I had done so many times before. It was just as depressing and frustrating as usual. I dreamed of Kate’s soft pussy as I instead felt the familiar unpleasant pinch of hard plastic on skin. I knew it wouldn’t end well, but I kept trying anyway, squeezing my thighs around it now and humping the air. I imagined myself on top of her, thrusting over and over into her as her blonde curls bounced on the bed below me, her breath against my ear.
It was folly. The cage did it’s job. I eventually gave up, dejected and now behind on my work.
I zipped up my pants and opened the first of Vince’s bags. Shirts. I organized them by type, laying them out on the bed and deciding how to organize them. The buttoned shirts needed ironing, so I ran to get the ironing board. Fuck, this was going to take a long fucking time.
As I finally hung the last shirt in what used to be my closet, I realized that I would be hanging these shirts in just the same way over and over for the foreseeable future. I moaned in dejected self pity.
That was just the buttoned shirts. I still had to organize the other shirts, the pants, the underwear and socks, the toiletries. I wanted to cry, but I was interrupted by the doorbell. Fuck, the movers.
The leader of the three man crew held the clipboard and shook his head. “Sorry Sir, need to have the signature of the owner of these belongings before I can unload.”
I bit my lip. Should have lied right away and said I was Vince. Now it was too late. “Hey, could I call him?” I started dialing before he could respond. I handed him the phone as the other end started ringing.
The man listened, protested a little, and then was apparently won over. He gave a little chuckle as he handed me back the phone. “All right, we’re good here.” He paused for a second. “Says you’re his maid.”
I blushed. “Umm, well yes kind of.”
He shook his head and got his crew started.
I love pulling you across my lap, baby girl! Your delicious ass sticking up in the air as daddy takes his time to tease and play with you. My fingers slipping inside of you, exploring, stroking and teasing you until you’re a dripping little mess. Then spanking your cheeks until you’re whimpering and squirming and your cheeks begin to glow, before sinking my fingers back inside of you and making you gasp and moan. Fingertips teasing your little bud of a clit as you try to grind against daddy. Pushing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Fingers pulling away to spank your ass again before you can cum. Keeping you on the edge as you become more and more desperate. Daddy’s fingers teasing your little holes, exploring them, seeing how needy and hungry you are for more and more. How long can you take it baby girl? How long do you think before daddy has to pin you down and be inside of you? Can you feel daddy’s cock hard against you tummy as you squirm on my lap? Can you feel daddy’s hunger for you growing as my fingers thrust and stroke?
I love to feel you get lost in the pleasure. Time fading away as daddy’s teasing fingers wipe every thought from your mind except for the sensations coursing through your body. Waves of pleasure washing through you, desire building, the sharp sting of daddy’s hand on your ass jolting you back and forth between the sensations. Fingers pushing into you, rocking back and forth until you’re gushing for daddy, juices soaking my lap. Fingers hard against your clit, overloading you as you cry out and grind and squirm. Finally giving you release, pushing you over the edge to cum for daddy as I praise you for being such a good girl. Little body spasming and quivering on my lap as you gasp and moan. Pushing your orgasm on until you’re completely spent, clenching your legs around my fingers, your little hands grasping at mine, body shaking.
Finally rolling you over and into my arms. A little quivering ball, wrapped in daddy’s arms, safe as you pant and gasp and quiver against my chest. Tears on your cheeks as daddy kisses them away and smothers you in love. My precious girl, always safe in daddy’s arms!
Guide to a good spanking
Connect: Talk to her about her spanking before you put her over your knee. Make sure she knows what she needs to work on and what you expect.
Position: Most manageable position is over your lap with her upper body supported on a couch or bed. The spanking should be uncomfortable- not the position.
Give a warm-up: A warm up spanking is a brief spanking (of slightly lighter spanks) conducted prior to the main spanking to “prepare” the nerves of the buttocks for the strikes that will follow. The purpose of a warm up spanking is to bring the nerves of the buttocks to the surface, which greatly reduces the likelihood of bruising. Warm up spankings are done with the hand or a wooden spoon, and typically do not exceed much more than 20 strikes.
Lecture: Take a short moment between the actual spanking and the warm up to lecture her. Lecture her and scold during the whole spanking. A certain amount of silence is fine as well but lecturing helps set and maintain the discipline mood ( so at least every 2 minutes or so). You can have her answer questions about her behavior - but careful not to do too much of this because she needs to focus on the spanking you are giving her.
Spanking: This may take longer than expected. Be prepared to settle in for awhile. Sometimes 1000 solid hand-spanks or more. A good spanking can take as much as 45 minutes to an hour. You may need to consider other implements if your hand gets sore. Her sin may be bright pink or reddening. Occasionally small scratches or blemishes may bleed. Avoid that area. Putting lotion on the bottom before starting can be helpful to avoid chapping/minor breaking of skin.
~ Get a good rhythm
~ Alternate cheeks
~Lock her legs if need be
~Hold her wrist or hand when she reaches back
~Don’t stop too soon - she needs to experience the lack of control that she has in this moment. The discipline doesn’t really start until she wants it to stop.
~Spank until she is submitting. Most of the fight has gone out of her and she is accepting the spanking.
Aftercare: Comfort her, hold her, talk to her, tell her she is beautiful, tell her how well she did, encourage her to cry as much as she needs, have tissues available, allow her to bury her face in your shirt, does she need a blanket to wrap up in? Ask if she knows what she needs for aftercare before you spank and you can learn a lot about what she needs.
Irresistible 🥵
Naughty girls get spankings on Christmas
How to have a Merry Christmas.
Get on the naughty list!!!
HO, HO, HO….
