Family business

The girl’s screams echo across the large, mostly empty room, a perfect counterpoint to the rhythmic, sharp noise of the slaps raining down on her ass. Again and again, her tormentor’s hand falls, delivering heavy slaps that make the girl’s tender bottom wobble and redden a little more with each blow.

Once more, she begs, begs for mercy, begs for it to stop, begs, wails and promises. It will never happen again, she cries; she has learnt her lesson, she swears; there is no need to continue, she pleads.

Time and time again, her pleas fall on deaf ears, or on ears that don’t care for her empty promises, at least. Without pausing her spanking, the stern disciplinarian says, “I’ve heard all of this before, Ella. And not just once…”

Only a wail answers. More slaps, more cries.

“I’ve warned you,” the spanker continues, “I’ve told you what would happen.”

Only sobs answer back. She carries on, matter-of-factly, “And yet you chose to take my car… Again…”

“But…” Ella manages between two sobs

“But nothing, young lady!” the other woman snaps, punctuating it with a nasty slap down between Ella’s legs. The young, curly girl howls in pain. Her skirt up, panties dangling off her leg, there is nothing to cover her bottom, or her dignity. Nothing to protect her from the wrathful slaps either.

Her mother continues, “You took the car; you took it and you got caught speeding… Again…”

The heavy palmfuls continue to rain down.

“I’m sorry muuuum!” Ella whimpers, “Please, mummy…”

The begging, as before, does nothing to attenuate the regular explosions of pain in her backside.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out, huh? Whose name is on the ticket, do you think? Who’s got to pay a fine?”

“Mum, please!” she wails.

“Wait until your father comes home…” her mother says, menacingly. Ella doesn’t think it could get any worse, but she knows better than to answer. Her father, whilst strict, usually softens up when she cries and sobs. Her mother… not so much.

As if to prove her right, a series of hard slaps come down on Ella’s thighs, making her kick her legs in agony.

“All of that for what, huh?” her mum asks.

“Muuuum!”

“To impress your boyfriend? Is it?”

“Mum, pleaaaase! Pleeease stoooooop!”

“Is that what this is, Lucas? Are you impressed right now?” the mother says, turning her head to the right.

Sat on the sofa, straight in front of Ella’s spread legs and exposed intimacy, Lucas shakes his head, not daring to say a word. Eyes open wide, his blushing cheeks are almost as red as Ella’s bottom. His mind is racing, his cock as hard as it’s ever been, painful against his tight jeans.

To be honest, he doesn’t know what turns him on more, Ella’s crimson ass and shamefully dripping pussy, or her stern, dominatrix of a mother.