Spanking it is!

Mom mumbled out her response, just loud enough for you to hear but you wanted her to fully accept the choice she was about to make.

“What was that, I could hardly hear you?” you asked

“I’m picking option two”

“And what was that again?”

“... I would rather you spank me than strip or either of your sisters know” Mom admitted.

You were pretty confident this was the choice she would make but you had still held out hope for a strip show from your Mother. Maybe another time you pondered, grinning to yourself.

“Good. Now get over here and lie down across my lap” you ordered forcefully.

Mom hesitantly walked over before kneeling on the side of your bed next to you and placing herself face down across your legs. From how hard you were, you were pretty sure she must have at least felt you strained against your jeans and there was no chance of it getting any softer in the coming minutes. You sat there for a few moments, marvelling at the situation you had got yourself in, before flipping up her skirt to look at her panty covered ass.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing!” Mom protested, trying to look behind her on raised elbows.

“Well, it's not exactly a proper spanking if it's over clothes now is it. Now, if you want to prolong the inevitable and argue over semantics that's fine with me but just remember, the longer you're sat here, the greater the chance of Sarah or Lucy catching us and don’t think for a second that I’ll stop before you have had all ten” you cautioned, emphasising your warning by grabbing one of her cheeks with a strong grip.

Mom let out a quick yelp at the contact and you felt her muscles tense up in response.

“I-I think I’ve changed my mind. I’ll think of something to…” Mom pleaded trying to get out of her impending punishment.

“It’s too late now, you should have just done as I asked and all of THIS would have never happened” you announced, bringing your hand now on the cheek you weren't holding with a resounding smack.

Another loud yelp sounded from Mom as her whole body seemed to jump at the contact. Although not the intended target for your earlier research, when you had been researching BDSM elements for Rebecca, Spanking and its aftercare had been one of the beginner topics alongside safe words. Running your hand over her reddening skin, you made sure to massage the affected area to alleviate some of the pain to both her benefit and yours. Alongside getting to savour her supple flesh, the added seconds to the KDK were a nice added bonus.

“Now after every hit, you're gonna have to tell me the number we are up too and if you don't, it won't be counted to the total. So how many are we at?” you asked, continuing to stroke your hands over her skin.

“...One…” she mumbled, seemingly giving up protesting.

You followed up with the next smack on the other cheek almost immediately after she started her count.

“You're gonna have to be louder than that” you lectured after the expected yelp sounded from her.

“Two!” she cried out.

The next set came quickly as you alternated between the two cheeks. Mom grew quieter with each slap as her yelps were slowly replaced with groans. Only silence and heavy breathing followed after the seventh as Mom failed to announce the number you were at. Instead of alternating, you quickly smacked the same cheek with a bit more **** than you had previously used. What followed was more of a short moan escaping your Mom’s lips

“I don't think I heard you count there Mom, did I?” you questioned. Although surprised at the sounds she was making, you tried your best to sound as calm and collected as you could.

“ha...ha...Seven...”

“Good girl” you whispered, leaning over towards her ear. Mom suddenly tensed her whole body, squirming a little on your lap and didn’t seem to relax until a good thirty seconds after your comment. You felt like you weren't gonna get a better reaction than that so you decided to offer her a new way out.

“With your good behaviour so far, I've got a new deal for you. We can forgo the last 3 spanks as long as you accept something I’m planning to bring up at dinner. Don’t worry, it's nothing weird, just something both me and Sarah have talked about for a while. So as long as you turn the porn filter off and listen to my requests, you won’t be getting as many slaps.”

You didn't want to say she wouldn't be getting any, considering you quite enjoyed having your Mom across your knee. Mom didn't seem to pick up on your wording as she nodded her head in agreement. You were still kneading her cheeks but reluctantly stopped to allow her to get up. Mom almost stumbled as she got up as she used your shoulder for support and with weak knees, she hesitantly made her way to the door, not letting you see her blushing expression as she walked away. You planned to make a comment or two as she left but with her shaky appearance, you doubted she was in a state of mind to listen.

Instead, you went to your bedside table to grab your concealed phone and stopped the video that you had been secretly recording of Mom across your lap. You didn’t know if you would ever need the footage but your original **** was slowly losing its impact from repeated use.

Quickly looking through the footage you had, showed the perfect angle of Mom’s legs and panties from behind. Skipping ahead led you to the moment after you whispered in her ear and you swore you could see a small wet spot grow between her legs.

Name: Mary Cooper
Role: Subject, Mother
Age: 45
Kink: Submission - (level 1 - 276/300 seconds)