Spank Her Daughter's Ass

"Mom, people are staring!" Lois Lane whispered, aware of the eyes of the bar on the two women.

"Good," Ella Lane said as her head dipped down between her mother's legs.

"Mother," the reporter said, more fiercely. "This is not..."

"Lois Ellen Lane, you will sit your ass down in that chair and let me eat out your cunt, or I will put you over my knee." The older woman said, with a voice that brooked no argument. Lois Lane had heard that voice all through her childhood, and the use of her middle name just underscored it. She felt momentarily like she was seven years old again, her hand in the cookie jar.

But she wasn't. Lois Lane was a grown woman, and even though she was half-naked, her mother pawing at her sex, she wasn't about to be told what to do.

"Mother, no. This has already gone too far. I won't..."

Like a shot, Ella Lane was on her feet. The flat of her hand caught Lois Lane's cheek faster than the reporter could see, all the whipcord strength of that lean body behind the openhanded blow, and it sent the reporter reeling onto her knees.

A hand buried itself in the reporter's hair, down to the roots, and tugged backwards as Ella sat down. She dragged the stunned reporter across her lap.

This can't be happening, Lois said, hearing the titter of the crowd as they watched the two women. The reporter knew that she should fight back, but the idea of striking her own mother...

SMACK.

"Ow!" Lois exclaimed, a little too loudly, as Ella Lane's hand came down hard on her daughter's ass. Again and again the hand came down, lower and lower, until the old woman's iron hand was slapping directly against the reporter's pussy, and Lois could only wiggle in shame and pain as her mother held the reporter firmly by her hair.

"It's my own fault," Ella hissed, loud enough for the entire club to hear. "If I had spanked you more when you were little, maybe you would respect your mother now that you're grown."

The blows seemed to fall in endless succession, tears streamed down the reporter's cheeks, her ass and cunt glowing with the dull heat of the spanking...and worse than that, she could feel the sexual heat building inside of her traitorous body, the stimulation of her mother's hard hand smacking her pussy sending her into an unwanted state of sexual excitement...and one which Ella Lane could hardly miss, as the smacks began to sound with little wet splashes, the reporter's pussy juice spraying out with every blow.

Finally, all the watchful eyes of the club now upon her, Ella Lane paused.

"Now Lois," her mother said. "Are you going to let mommy kiss it and make it better?"