punished by mommy

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you hold your mouth to my ear and whisper, "have you been a good girl or do you need to be punished?"

i stiffen a little, lower my head, and reply in a pouty tone, "maybe i have been bad, what are you going to do about it!", giggling and twirling around...

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suddenly we yelp, feeling a suddenly firm stinging slap against our ass. "mommy!", we cry out, secretly feeling a thrill at the sudden hint of what we know is to come.

you put on hand firmly on our shoulders, leaning in, and say, "you know what happens to naughty girls who can't keep their mouths closed!," in a warning tone.

we mumble something under our breath, earnng a stern look. we let you lead us into our bedroom. knowing our duty, we stand in front of the bed, shivering a little in anticipation.

"i don't think you deserve to keep your panties on, you need a spanking you're going to remember," you say, "you better take them off."

our fingers tremble as we slide our panties off. "skirt too," mommy commands so we obey. next, without prompting, we lean against the bed, letting our upper body rest on the covers. our naked ass feels exposed, shamelessly on display, and we tremble, our skin heated and tingly, waiting.

"aaaaahhhh!," we gasp in shock as the first firm slap hits us, then, in quick succession, four more swift whacks. we wriggle, trying to evade her, but she only continues as the *** becomes frantically combined with an increasing pleasure as each smack sends little electric shocks from between our legs to our nipples which suddenly ache with need.

you stop, and we slump against the bed, crying slightly, yet our excitement is growing so much we don't notice our hand reaching down between our legs until mommy takes our wrist in our hand, saying, "naughty girls don't get to touch themselves!", giving the back of our hand a slap...

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"maybe you need something, something a bad bad girl deserves," mommy wonders aloud. this is fun because we never know what she's going to do next. we hear her fumbling with something and wonder what it is going to be this time. the rope? the buttplug? the nipple clamps? we begin to squirm in anticipation.

her hand cups our ass and then we gasp as something cool and gooey is gently applied to our anus. mommy whispers in our ear, "ready for for what you deserve?"

we somehow gasp, "yes mommy yes!", and suddenly feel something pressing insistently against us. we push back against it without thinking, groaning as it begins pushing inside. "ooooh, it feels like the big one, oh oh oh oh oh ahhhhhhh!!! it's too much, it's too muuuuch!!!! fuuuuuuuuck!!!!"

we utter a desperate squeal as the buttplug slips all the way in. we feel so filled it hurts but its good hurt that brings tears to our eyes. again we try to touch ourselves, again mommy stops us, warning, "do I need to tie your hands?"

"no," we whisper, but again our hand wanders. suddenly our wrists are held in a firm grasp and we quickly feel the fabric tying our arms behind our back. we squirm, begging, pleading, "I'll be good! I'll be good!"

"you're really asking for it aren't you?", mommy exclaims, giving our ass a quick hard slap. we cry out, almost a wail, as the impact pushes the buttplug just a bit deeper.

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the buttplug is driving us crazy with blind instinctive need. a small part of us wants it out, yet the constant pressure is oddly thrilling and we squeeze it repeatedly, the tightness a breathtaking ecstatic agony.

mommy begins pressing against it, rhythmically. we collapse against the bed, surrendering to our desperation, pushing frantically against her, gasping and sobbing, our body pulsing with waves almost too pleasurable in their intensity.

sensing we are approaching the pinnacle of our pleasure she stops.

we wail, "noooooo!", twisting our body, pushing backwards, but it's gone.

"please please please please!," we beg in an increasingly pleading tone, whining and pressing our breasts against the bed because it feels good.

something brushes along the length of our vulva, just barely, so softly it's a cruel tease. we involuntarily utter a shrill squeal, our arousal spiking for a single glorious moment.

our skin feels so sensitive so that when mommy's fingernails begin gently scratching along our back we arch our back like a cat, softly moaning.

"aaaiiiii!", we cry out as her other hand slaps suddenly against our vulva, a stinging blow. "fuuuuuuuuuck!," our laboured voice wails.

another! again we cry out an unintelligible vocalization, beginning to shake our head from side to side, moving our body in a needy rhythmic movement.

"ohgodohgodohgod!!!!" three more swats. we are sobbing, babbling, trembling. we can feel it coming, growing, expanding, becoming our entire universe. we shudder uncontrollably, and await our award.

"bad girl!", mommy cries out, and a sharp intense *** cuts into our soft thighs. our desire vanishes in an instant from the sudden *** and we utter a distraught long, "noooooooooo!!!!!", collapsing into tears. the cane!!!

then a hand begins rubbing a cool cream onto our tender thighs and then our ass. mommy whispers in our ear, "don't worry baby, I'm not done with you yet..."

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What a story! Hilarious stimulating. Really enjoyed