In for a penny

“So why are you down here and not upstairs? And you still have explained the ruler” Lucy questioned, gesturing to your hand as you still held onto the ruler.

“Ah well, I was planning on just spanking her but we’ve done that so many times at this point that I was hoping to spice things up a bit. A ruler seemed like a good start and given that I haven’t been paid yet, I haven’t really been able to buy anything made for actually hitting people like this. So the plan is to improvise.” you replied, opening one of the drawers in the kitchen to search for anything usable.

.You immediately closed the cutlery drawer you had just opened as you couldn’t think of anything you would actually find in there that could be reasonable, getting slightly annoyed at your lack of creativity.

“Any ideas?” you asked, feeling like there was no harm in asking at this point.

Lucy had never really shown any masochistic tendencies so you didn’t think she would have any knowledge on what she would like to be hit by but you could certainly see her having a sadistic streak. She had enjoyed embarrassing Mom at least and while that didn’t mean she would enjoy bringing her physical pain, your assumption seemed to at least have some truth in it as she put down her cup of coffee and moved to find something for you.

“I feel like a ruler will give more of a stinging sensation if you hit Mom right but something like this…” Lucy started to suggest, holding up a wooden spoon in her hand.

“Would be more of a thud if that makes sense? Depends what type of pain Mom prefers” Lucy continued, lightly hitting the palm of her other hand with the spoon as if to demonstrate.

You casually did the same with the ruler in hand and you could see what she meant, making you pause in thought about what Mom had liked so far.

Spanking had been all you had really attempted but she had clearly liked that when you had hit her, making you lean towards stinging being her preference. You didn’t have much evidence to say she liked any other type of pain though so while you were in the mood for experimenting, it seemed like as good a time as any to try out both.

“Cheers, I’ll see which works best” you said to Lucy, taking the spoon that she was offering.

“And this is something you don’t really need to keep me updated on. Just make sure you don’t hit her too hard or I feel like she’s gonna lock herself in her room all day if you make her walk funny” Lucy suggested, chuckling to herself as she went and grabbed her coffee again.

Lucy didn’t seem to want to see what was happening upstairs so you were about to leave the room without her following you, getting to the door and briefly stopping.

“I take it you haven’t seen Sarah this morning?” you asked, just out of curiosity.

“Nope, I assume she’s still asleep” she replied.

You didn’t need to know any more than that so you left the room with a nod and now a wooden spoon in hand.

With Lucy downstairs and aware of what was happening, and Sarah being able to sleep through anything, you doubted you would have any interruptions for the rest of the morning, a piece of information you would keep to yourself instead of telling Mom.

You headed back upstairs and slowed your pace when getting to Mom’s door, managing to sneak inside without making any noise. With the door slowly pulled shut, you turned and got a good look at Mom once again.

Her legs were slightly quivering and her posture had loosened but she still tried to keep her legs as straight and as wide apart as she could.

You could see rivulets of precum trailing down her inner thigh as this whole situation had kept her excited and from the way she was twitching you could tell she was barely managing to hang on, likely needing only the smallest of triggers to push her over the edge.

“Mom” you announced, seeing her tense up as she hadn’t noticed you were there.

“Well done” you added, getting close up behind her and giving her one quick swat on her ass.

Her legs almost buckled from just that and you had to place one of your hands under her stomach to keep her from falling over.

“God god oh fuck” she whispered under her breath, not able to control herself.

Her legs moved and she squeezed them together while trying to get herself under control but she was too far gone to stop herself at this point as an unexpected orgasm seemed to wash over her.

The fact that you had got her in such a state with only such a small amount of physical contact told you it had been a good idea to keep her like this and it brought a slightly sadistic smile to your face when you knew what was in store for her next.

You were kind for the moment though, keeping a firm hold of her while she wriggled and squirmed over the embarrassment of cumming like this which only seemed to heighten her orgasm. Eventually it did pass though and the puddle between her legs had grown.

Once you were sure she was able to at least support herself, you slowly removed your hands and moved to grab a towel from Mom’s bathroom, laying it on the wooden floor in the briefest attempt to prevent any more mess.

Mom’s breathing calmed back down and when it felt like she had finally relaxed, you lightly traced a finger up along her back from the base of her spine, watching her stretch against the contact as goosebumps formed on her skin while you walked around the side of the bed to be closer to her face.

You took the blindfold off as its main purpose had been fulfilled. You wanted to run a finger along her cheek to move some of her hair out of her face but the stronger, more primal part of you won out, letting you bunch her hair up into a ponytail and pull her hair back, making her look up and finally see you face to face.

You saw a tear running down her cheek but the look in her eyes told you that she was having the time of her life and if it hadn’t been obvious thanks to the now partially cleaned-up cum in the floor, the look she was giving you was more than enough to know she wanted more.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum yet. You know that right? And you know what happens to sluts like you who don’t follow the rules?” you asked, pulling her hair again to show you wanted an answer out of her.

“They get punished” Mom replied, the spark in her eyes never fading.