Wiggle Wiggle

Oh shit. Too late to hide it, to stop it, you realize your cute butt, those new little hips of yours, have been wiggling, anticipating the next blow. Your excitement at being spanked, at being controlled is all but obvious to your mother as she looks down at you possessively. Her hand, resting upon your dancing bottom, slowly slides up your body in a luxurious manner.

"I had no idea that you'd be such a nasty, dirty girl. A girl who loves being spanked, controlled, toyed with." Her words bore into your head, shake it as you may they leave a lasting impression, as you feel her fingers curl around your yoga pants. "Wai..." You start to protest, as with a sharp tug you feel them slide down your legs, bunching around your knees as your reddened bottom stares at her. The cool air darts in, sliding between your legs, caressing your wet, needy pussy as you squirm helplessly beneath her arm.

Her hand quickly returns to work, spanking your cute bottom, as your body is left squirming within her control. "You know, it takes practice to spank properly. Not too hard, not too soft. You want a nice pink, sore bottom by the end. You don't want to miss when you swing, because that just looks silly. See?" Your eyes spread wide, nostrils flare, as her hand lands firmly against your wet pussy, spreading and squishing your delectable folds.

"Eeeeeyyy!" You squeal and flail against her legs, helplessly held down as her fingers trail through your slit, sliding back up and onto your bottom. She stands, suddenly, dropping you onto a heap on the floor as she confidently walks toward her dresser.

"You know, I'm not sure you're a disobedient girl after all...."She tosses back over her shoulder, ominously.