The Spanking Ritual with Mommy

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Mommy roleplay and spanking go together like peanut butter and jelly. Perhaps like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that you so petulantly threw in the garbage. Do you think I’m made of money over here? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?

As I sit down on the sectional, my skirt rides up just enough to reveal the top of my black stockings. You pretend not to notice and I motion for you to come over to me. As you stand above me, you gain a momentary view right down mommy’s shirt. That familiar tingle starts at the opening of your pussy and you instinctively do a kegel at the thought of what is about to happen. It’s so humiliating to feel this way about your mommy but there’s nothing you can do now. You tell yourself that you won’t get wet this time, that you won’t play with yourself at the memory of this later but we both know - that’s simply not true. 

I look down and gently pat my lap and you know exactly what to do. You lay yourself over my ample, warm thighs in, what is now, our almost weekly ritual. I run my hands up the length of your thighs, up your skirt and, finally, up the curve of your ass until I find the waistline of your thick, black pantyhose. My movements quickly turn from soft to rough as I quickly rip the pantyhose down past the crease of your ass cheeks. It’s so easy to pick your tiny hips up to get at what I need.

As soon as I see the red thong that you are wearing, my movements go entirely still. I wait a moment before snapping the thong on your ass crack and quietly ask, “What the fuck is this?”

“I’m sorry Mommy!” you whimper in anticipation of the pain you’re about to endure. You’re simultaneously horrified at this situation and dripping wet with excitement, so thankful I’ve decided to leave the panties on you this time. Your face is fully flushed with embarrassment as I shove your head into the couch, moving your arms alongside it so that you’re fully collapsed on top of my lap. My right hand runs over the apple of your cheeks, pushing your skirt all the way up, to the middle of your back with my left hand. That final adjustment signifies the beginning of the warm up.

As the blood begins to flow to the surface of your ass cheeks, they start feeling warmer and warmer. The pain hasn’t started but the rhythm of my hand starts to lull you into a hypnosis of sorts. My hand pounds out its beat as your mind starts to wander. You think about the fact that you’re far too old to be punished like this. You know that if you really fought back, maybe I would stop, but every time I spank you, the memories run through your head. All your friends from school referring to me as a “MILF” since you were old enough to know what that word even meant. The desperation that your peers would exhibit in my presence was simultaneously mortifying and exciting. Each time you would receive Mommy’s spankings, you would feel the strangest sense of …gratitude.

The intrusive thoughts are interrupted by a new feeling, a deviation from the routine. You notice that my hand is working through a new pattern, one that now includes your upper thighs and inner ass cheeks, the spot where the red thong is sticking out, just a few inches covering your pussy lips. You instinctively hunch your back over in an attempt to hide from me so I take the point of my left elbow and drive it into your lower back. “Arch your back!” is all I need to say before those pussy lips are sticking out enough for me to feel them again. 

Now I begin running my hand back and forth, across your left cheek, quickly over your panty covered pussy lips and then onto the right cheek. Back and forth, in what should be a soothing motion but your body is clenched in fear. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never touched in between the cheeks and you know it has something to do with the red thong.

You’re snapped back from your thoughts and into your body by the thud of my leather paddle against your ass. You can feel the heat quickly rising as I take my time, beating you methodically, like I always do. Mommy is going to bruise your ass eventually, but right now, it’s just warm feeling and turning the brightest red.

You relax into my lap, knowing at this point, it’s the only thing you can do. I keep my steady beat, pounding and pounding down, pushing you deeper into submission. Because of the way your back is arched, each stroke is actually stimulating your pussy lips and your only fear now is that it will be visible to Mommy.

Just when you think you’re in the clear and that you’ve endured the bulk of your punishment, I stop the paddling entirely. I place the paddle on the couch next to me and you hold perfectly still. I tell you to keep your back arched as I run my finger over the red thong, I can feel the wet opening of your pussy.

Without saying a word, I push the panties to the side and start exploring with my fingers. I run my fingers through the folds, moving around so effortlessly with all the lubrication the spanking has created for you. As I slip two fingers inside you, I take my time, pushing into the tight hole. As I slowly plunge in and out, I feel the juices transfer to the palm of my hand, onto my other fingers. The tightening and pulsing of your tight pussy on my fingers tells me that you’re about to cum so I gather your hair into my left hand and push your face back down into sectional as you pretend not to cum all over Mommy’s fingers. After I feel the last squeeze of your cumming pussy, I lift your head and tilt it so I can see the side of your face. I stick my fingers in your mouth and you instinctively clean them up.

You collapse in a heap on my lap as I gently wipe up your cum with a dish cloth that had been sitting on the side table. You feel taken care of as I wipe up the juice from the inside of your thighs and replace the gusset of your red thong, covering you up once again. I pull your pantyhose back up and you pull your skirt down as you stand up.

You lay down beside me and rest your head on my lap like we always do. As I stroke your hair this time and you begin to process what just happened, you feel my leg lift up over your head and move behind you on the couch. Mommy is laying on her back now with your head in between her legs. As you look up to see what I’m doing, you see the wet gusset of my pink panties, mere inches from your face. I pull them aside and simply say, “Mommy’s turn” and we begin a new ritual.