Books and book covers, ya know?
The Will to Power
Tag: blushing
Generational issues
“But mum!!” the girl yelled, “I’m twenty-two! You can’t— OWW!!”
Holding her daughter over her knees, the mum in question kept spanking hard.
“We’re on— OWW! Mum! We’re on lockdown! Oww! Oww!” the daughter tried again.
“And that’s no reason to be lazy, Janice!” the mother exclaimed.
“Mum, please!”
“As long as you live under my roof, young lady…”
“Yes! Yes! Your rules, I kn— OWWW! I know, mum but PLEASE!”
The slaps kept coming, sharp and biting. Her panties were long gone, down to her knees.
“When was your sociology class?”
“Ye- Ow! Yesterday…” the girl managed between to sharp intakes of breath.
“And what about Economics?”
“Mon… Ow! Oww! Owwww! Monday, mum, please, please stop!” she begged again.
“So you haven’t been to school, your bedroom is a mess, you haven’t showered, all you do is lay in bed all day, on your computer and your phone!”
Her mother shook her head, peppering Janice’s bare bottom with hard slaps.
“I know! Mum! I’m sorry! And I’ve had classes! It’s all on the computer!”
“Classes on the computer? Are you lying again?” the mother said, outraged.
“No, mum, I… OWW! I promise!”
Tears were rolling down her blushing cheeks. Her mother shook her head.
“I don’t think there are classes on the computer. I’ve never heard of that. Classes need their teacher.”
“No, mum, please… Please stop, listen! It’s— Owwww! It’s like a video-ow-ow-owww! A video-call! Please!”
“Stop your nonsense! You will go to your classes!”
“But mum! We’re in lockdown! Oww!”
“Schools are open! I’ve read it in the papers!”
“But this OWW! It’s Uni, mum! It’s on the comp—”
“Don’t tell me it’s on the computer again or I’ll go get the paddle!”
“But mum…”
The true punishment
The only way to teach some girls a lesson 😉
Punishing a spankee who likes it is always an interesting dilemma ^^
Contractual Obligations
Rhetorical
“It’s not faaaaair!” she yells as the slaps rain down on her bottom. He doesn’t listen, his hand coming down hard and making her cry out in pain once more. Her bottom, red even before he pulled her panties down, is throbbing with pain. Added to the pain is the humiliation of knowing that her pussy is on display, wet with desire, all but begging for his cock. And he won’t give it to her.
“Please!” she pleads once more. He ignores her, the slaps steady and merciless.
“It’s extremely fair,” he says between two hard slaps.
“But…” She bites her lips, stiffling a moan as his hand spreads and caresses her burning cheeks.
“What was the rule?” he asks, punctuating the question with a sharp slap.
“Ooww!”
“What was the rule?” he asks again, spanking her harder.
“Oww! No… Oww!! No porn during working hours…”
“And what were you doing?”
“I… Please…”
“What *SMACK!* were *SMACK!* you *SMACK!* doing?”
“I was… watching… naughty things, but…
“But?”
“Working from home is so boooooring! It’s not fair!”
“You know how you get…” he says, his hand lightly brushing her dripping pussy, sending shivers up your spine, “You get yourself crazy excited, and then you come and distract me… I have to work too…”
“Mmmmhm… Yes… Distracting, yes…” she says, moaning. She feels his hard cock against her belly and his fingers linger, caressing, probing her. She closes her eyes. He finally realises that ending over his lap was her plan all along. “You’re not even sorry, are you?” he says.
A rhetorical question.
Programming
&Discipline
<handspanking>
<bare-bottom>
if tears=remorseful {
//stop//
else {
//increase force//
}
(I have, of course, no notion of programming, don’t be mad OwO)
Teenage taming
