The spanking you deserve

You are dragged down the hallway at a brisk walk as you try to think of a story, a reason to avoid what's happening, as your mother opens the door to her room, pulls you inside, and locks it behind both of you. She strides across the room with you in tow as she heads towards the bed, before sitting down on it facing you.

"Now, what were you doing in my daughters room?" She demands, her strong hand not releasing your slender arm.

Your blush is in full **** as you stand before your mother, your little cameltoe staring her blatantly in the face, as she looks up at you demanding an answer. Before you can even begin to muster a reply you feel yourself being dragged once more, albeit more downwards this time. With a squawk, you find yourself pulled across her lap, your petite butt wagging in the air, as she places an arm across your back locking you in place.

Her free hand rests possessively upon your butt, before pulling away. There's a second pause as you try to convince yourself, try to argue this isn't happening, before your mothers hand returns with a sharp slap. You squeal in shock and pain, your little butt wiggling from the **** of her blow even as she pulls back once more. The blows rain down, consistently timed, with just enough **** to sting, but not to mark.

"Oh. You ARE a bad girl, aren't you?"