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After several minutes, you finally get the energy to remove the mop handle from your cunt. It takes a bit longer before you climb to your feet, but eventually, you do. You waddle as quickly and as quietly as you can to the exit, your pussy hurting too much to walk normally. Thankfully you make it out and to your car and even to your house with no problem. You did notice it was after midnight and you had a bunch of missed calls from your mom, though and you knew she would be waiting for you inside and you would probably be grounded even though you were an adult. Still, you just wanted to shower and go to bed. Getting yelled at a bit would be Heaven compared to the rest of today, anyway. Walking in, your sore pussy was met with your mom's pointed toed shoe as you scream and fall to your back, legs spread wide as pain shot through your pussy yet again, but you don't bother covering yourself with your hands. It would only hurt your swollen cunt more.

"Mom!!" You scream out, but she just looks down on you with pure rage.

"Your friend told me where you've been all night. Are you fucking serious? You're too old to be sneaking out with boys and you're too young to be getting pregnant!" You swear, tomorrow you were going to kill Sara. You don't even try to defend yourself, you knew she wouldn't listen. You just resigned yourself to your punishment. "I see you left your panties at his house. You whore!" She sends another kick straight into your clit, crushing the sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves that frankly felt like it was on fire at this point. Tears were already streaming down your face when she grabs your ankles and drags you into the house, shutting the door behind you.

"Mom, can this please wait until morning?" You ask, **** for a break.

"No, young lady, it can not!" She screams asshe drags you to your room, leaving you laying on your floor as she goes through your clothes. "You wanna dress like a slut? Fine! Here, put these on!" She throws your only thong and a white blouse at you and you begrudgingly put the thong on, wincing as it brushes against your swollen pussy. Taking your other shirt off to put the blouse on, your mom stops you. "Take your bra off." Blushing, you do as you're told. Understanding what she's wanting now, you leave the top three buttons of the blouse undone and tuck it into your short skirt.