Venting Frustrations

The white and brown coyote huffed a clearly frustrated sigh as she looked me over, hands going to her hips. "Roberta. Hey, sweety!"

"Hey, Mom," she greeted, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her.

"Well, if you'll..." I started.

"What the fuck is this?" she growled.

"What?"

Before I could protest further, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the couch. In one motion, she sat down and dragged me over her knee. Flipping up my skirt she heaved this mix of a growl and a sigh. "Of course you're not wearing panties. Why would you be?" she muttered and proceeded to spank me very hard. "You do NOT call plumbers when you need your cunt fed! Is that understood, you fucking whore?" She was genuinely pissed, the words, again, coming out with a growl, the slaps of flesh against flesh echoing through the house.

All I could do was yelp and hopefully managed to get "Yes," out in the middle.

The spankings were so hard that I was actually tearing up as she finally stopped and pushed me off her lap. As she did so, she pulled off her boots and remarked "You're lucky your my last call of the day." Once her boots were off, she stood, undid her belt, and slid down her heavy black jeans, boxers, and tool belt. Grabbing the back of my head she shoved me towards her dick. "Well, come on, whore, suck my dick. And I better get my fucking money's worth."