Spank Your Mom

You take a deep breath, unsure about your next step but feeling it's the right thing to do.

"So if I am to spank you now, what would be fair, Mom?" You ask. Her smile lingers but her concern also becomes clear and a blush appears on her cheeks. "Umm... Well... I did mean to finish your party's preparations yesterday, but didn't really... But I figured your Dad would take care of that once everything is done..." She replies, not very convincingly. "But I guess I'll need the hairbrush at least."

Your eyes find your Dad and he gives you the smallest of nods. This is enough for you and you motion your mother over. "Leave your shorts too." You say as she moves her chair backwards. To your side, Tammy also quickly pulls her chair back and disappears from the kitchen. Your Mom promptly slips her shorts down and off and walks towards you, her plain white panties for the world to see. At your gesture, she bends over your knee, her globes visible through the stretched thin fabric.

Tammy almost dances back in, holding a hairbrush which she does not hesitate to slip into your hand before resuming her seat. You feel the weight of the wooden accessory in your hand and bring it down with a loud cracking sound, and then again and again, before settling into a fairly fast rhythm.

Your Mom clearly knows how to handle a spanking, but nonetheless starts to squirm, gasp and moan softly as you carry on. You can see the angry red colour forming through her underwear when she starts to yelp. Before long, you decide she had enough and tell her to get up. "Keep those shorts off until Dad says otherwise too!" You instruct her as you give her a quick hug. Anyone can tell from your Dad's grin that that is unlikely to happen any time soon. Trying to regain her composure, the spanked lady slowly and gingerly lowers her behind back onto the chair.