Spanking Stacey

She's only a year and a half younger than you but sometime Stacey acts like such a brat it's hard to believe it, despite what it says on her driver's licence. You certainly hadn't been able to get away with half what she does when you were eighteen. It's about time she was taught a little discipline and who better to do that than you, her loving mother? (physically at least)

"Stacey Anne Jones!" You snap her full name with all the righteous indignation you can put into your mother's voice "How dare you speak to your mother that way. I think it's past time you learned some manners young lady!"

Stacey's hazel eyes go wide in shock and confusion as you step from the shower and cross the room to grab a fist full of her purple hair. She tries to stammer out what might be a protest or an apology but before she manages to form a coherent sentence you’ve already bent her over the sink and yanked up her skirt to expose her firm well-rounded ass and bare pussy.

"No panties?" You obverse "So, you're a slut as well as a brat. Luckily I know just how to deal with both!"

You land a series of stinging slaps on her rump each blow leaving a clear red handprint on her pale skin. She gasps and squirms under your grip tears welling in her pretty eyes as you deliver her long overdue spanking.

"Please mommy," she begs "please I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl, I swear."

Huh, could it be she's she's learned her lesson? Somehow it seems a little too easy...