Chastized

Douglas grunted loudly as the choncla hit his ass, Consuela's sandal hitting his ass with a noisy clap.

"You live in my house, you respect my rules," Consuela said firmly. "You respect my daughter, and her baby daddy." Another smack as her shoe collided with his ass.

"I'm sorry, Mami," Douglas said, tears forming in his eyes. His white ass was a bright pink all over. "He just doesn't treat her properly."

"She's my daughter," Consuela repeated. "I make those judgments, not you. And you didn't mind it that much. I saw what happened in your trousers, dear." To emphasize the point, she reached around, grasping his slender cock with her right hand, and tugging it while she continued to beat him with her shoe.

"I'm sorry, you're right Mami," Douglas whimpered. Her old weathered hand didn't feel great, but soon enough he was cumming, a river of jism running off Consuela's hand.

"Oh, mijo," Consuela said, in mocking disappointment. "At least we got that poison out." She fished an ice cube out of her tea, rubbing it over his balls, then placing a chastity cage onto his shriveled penis.

"That's better," Consuela said. "In fact, I think this should be your new normal."