Caught, and punished

You dart out of the doorway, not really paying attention to where you're going, and you instantly get knocked over. Right on the other side of the doorway is Jo, and you were moving quickly enough, and you were off balance enough, that when you plow into her, you knock the both of you to the ground. You tumble to the ground entangled in her, landing on top of her and knocking the breath out of her. You lie on top of her, and can feel her stiff nipples against your chest, even through her shirt and yours. Your cock, still stiff and wet from April, rests against her inner thigh. Jo tries to say something, but has no air in her lungs to power her mouthing. She pushes you off of her, but you notice as she does so that she squeezes her legs together, gripping your cock between her firm thighs as you roll off. You realize as well that you actually were seeing Jo's face in the mirror; she was watching you two from an odd angle just outside the door.

April scampers out of the bathroom, and stops in horror when she sees you, getting pushed off of her mother. The three of you stay frozen, silent, for a moment; you, wearing only a shirt, on your back in the hallway, Jo, lying next to you and trying to catch her breath, and April, naked and standing over the two of you. Finally, Jo does get enough breath to say "into your room. Both of you." April snaps out of it, and walks quickly into her bedroom. Jo stares at you, and you get up and follow April. Jo comes in behind both of you, and closes the door.

Jo walks over and sits on the edge of April's bed, breathing heavily. Nobody says anything. You look at April, to see what to do, and she gives you a look back that seems to say "I have no idea." After a minute of very awkward and uncomfortable silence, Jo speaks.

"Well, April, I'm very disappointed in you. I don't make all that many rules for this household, and I certainly don't think the rules are that hard to follow." Jo stares at April as she says this; April averts her gaze down towards her feet. "You could at least have the decency to let your boyfriend bone you when I'm out of the house and comfortably oblivious." April rubs her feet together, nervously. You have a feeling she knows what's coming, and is dreading it, but you're not sure what to expect. "And just now? In the bathroom? He was fucking you so hard that it was vibrating the ceiling downstairs. I came upstairs to see what the hell was going on, and I see my daughter, naked, being contorted and pounded by her boyfriend. If you hadn't been moaning and mumbling like a prostitute junked out on heroin, I would have thought he was **** you. These are not things a mother should have to see."

Jo's voice is measured and controlled, but you can tell there is great emotion underneath. She takes a deep breath. "I think you know what your punishment should be," she says. April nods, her eyes downcast. Jo beckons her with a finger. April steps forward, and lays herself down over her mother's knees. Jo spreads her legs apart so that April's legs hang down on one side, and her tits hang down against Jo's leg on the other. Jo raises a hand, and brings it down, hard and fast, on April's cute little tush. It makes a wet smacking noise, and sends jiggles through April's ass. April does not cry out, though she flinches; biting her lip, April waits a moment to regain her composure, then says out loud, "one."

Jo raises her hand again, and brings it down again, smacking April's other ass cheek. Again, April bites her lip, then utters a "two." Jo smiles, and continues smacking her ass, each time waiting for April to acknowledge the hit. You notice, after hit six, that April curls her hands up, and, out of sight of her mother, squeezes her nipples as her mother does this. You file the knowledge in the back of your mind that she is apparently enjoying this, in some sense.

After the tenth hit Jo lifts April up off her knees by the chin. You are transfixed by April's red ass cheeks, until you notice a few things about Jo that steal your gaze. First, Jo appears to have smacked your cum right out of April's pussy, as her leg is smeared with a shiny, whitish liquid. Second, after April stands up, it takes a moment or two for Jo to close her legs together, and before she does, you can clearly see that she is wearing no panties under her skirt, and that she is clean shaven.

"And what about you," Jo says suddenly, addressing you. "I saw what you did -- treating my daughter like an object, like a piece of meat. Forcing her body into contorted positions and forcing yourself on her ... I suppose it's between you and her how you choose to have sex, but it's not the brightest, much less the most decent, idea to have sex like that in a bathroom with an open door. Now, I can't **** a grown man like you to take my punishment, but I think you deserve some of it." Jo spreads her legs again, re-revealing her shorn pussy, and she pats her leg.

What the hell, you think. You walk over and lay down across Jo's knees. You can feel the mixture of your cum and April's pussy juice on Jo's leg below your crotch. Your cock begins to grow firmer the second your skin comes in contact with hers. You are unprepared for the first hit, a solid slap against your ass cheek that stings even more than you expected it to. You let out a small cry, and swear you can feel Jo lightly shaking with inner laughter. The pain is there, but there is something pleasurable about this whole experience as well.

Jo's hand remains planted against your ass. You remember that she expects you to count off the spanking for her. "One," you say quietly. Instantly, her hand raises off, and you are smacked again. This time, you clench your teeth, and are saying "two" before your ass cheeks stop wiggling. Jo is prepared, and is startlingly quick in spanking you again, with the same **** and intensity. Determined to keep up, you say "three" almost before she has made contact with your skin. Jo strikes again, and again, with you counting off as fast as she can move her arm. All in all, the ten hits she gives you probably takes less than ten seconds.

As soon as you say "ten," Jo is pulling you off her legs by grabbing your chin and lifting you up. You stagger off, your ass stinging, as Jo snaps her legs shut, and stands up. "I'm sorry I had to do this to the two of you, but you need to learn respect," she says, as she walks out the door. "And put some clothes on," she tosses back, over her shoulder, as she kicks your pile of clothes into April's room from the hallway.