This story is purely fiction, and contains sexually explicit situtions possibly involving (but not limited to) rape, pedophilia, vegetables, coffee mugs, and various farm animals.
The characters in these stories are in no way based on real people. If you feel
that they might be based on you, you are probably an idiot. I don't know you.
Keep this shit out of the hands of children you lazy, thoughtless bastard. Do
you have ANY idea what a kid who read this stuff during his childhood would
grow up to be? Well, YOU'RE READING THE KIND OF FUCKED UP SHIT HE WOULD END
UP WRITING.
Enjoy.
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Kelly frowned, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She fought them back
as best she could, which was not particularly well.
"Please," she pouted, "I'm sorry, mommy."
Her mother seemed to ignore her, keeping her eyes on the road. They had just
come from a parent/teacher conferance, where Kelly's mom had learned how Kelly
had gotten into a fight at school, where she had bite another girl. Her teacher
also went on to say that Kelly's behaviour had been less than excellant - and
she had cited her for excessive talking and rudeness.
"Mom," she said again. When she got no reply, she decided to remain
silent fort he duration of the trip back home.
When they got home, Kelly climbed out of the car and followed her mother into
the house. She was afraid.
Her mother put down her purse, let down her hair from the pony tail she had
had it in, and took off her heavy coat. Kelly just stood, biting her lip and
staring at her feet, waiting for her mom to say something.
"Come with me," she finally said. She led Kelly to the her mom's bedroom,
where she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Take off your shorts," she said sternly. Kelly, knowing what would
happen if she did not comply, removed her shoes and slid her shorts off. She
approached her mother, expecting, now, to be spanked. But her mother continued,
"And your underwear."
Kelly's stomach dropped. She loathed bare-bottomed spankings. They were twice
as painful and infitely more degrading. On the verge of tears, she complied,
sliding her lacey panties off. She immediatly felt the cold air of the room
against her inner thighs and young womanhood.
Once again, she started towards her mother.
"No," her mother said. "Take your shirt off, too."
Kelly was baffled. Why would she have to take off her shirt of a spanking? She
though about refusing, but she didn't have the guts. Instead, she took off her
shirt, leaving her completely nude, save for her socks.
Her face burned with humiliation, her budding breasts so lewdly exposed, and
two tears rolled down her blushing cheeks.
It was indeed cold in the room, and her small, pink nipples stiffened instantly.
She shivered. Her mother motioned for her to assume the position.
Wimpering, and still crying, Kelly climbed across her mother's lap, with her
little white bottom hanging over the edge of her mother's right knee. She bit
her lip, closed her eyes, and felt the stinging burn of the first strike.
**SMACK**
She let out a little squeeking noise. Almost immediatly, she recieved another
two slaps. Her right hand flew back instictively to protect herself, but her
mother expertly caught and pinned the hand to the small of her back.
Another couple of slaps, and Kelly started sobbing. More tears rolled down her
face, and she started pleading.
"OOhh, Mom, stop, please, *SMACK* Unf! Ahg, Mommy, don't!"
Her mother was completely callouse to her daughter's pathetic beggings, and
kept up a hail of blows for another several minutes. By that point, Kelly sobbed
openly, and her bottom had turned a bright red. The slightest touch or shifting
of wind made her wince.
Finally satisfied with the condition of her raw bottom, Kelly's mother finished
up with one sharp smack, and started working the backs of the girl's thighs.
All the while, Kelly was squirming and wriggling, trying to break her hand free
of her mother's grasp, or to move her sensitive, exposed thighs away from her
mother's tortorous blows. Of course, she failed, and all she could do was writhe
and scream and cry.
Finally, her bottom beginning to bruise and her thighs a crimson, burning red,
her mother relented. Putting one arm under the girl's knees and the other under
her torso, she stood up and plopped the girl down, onto the bed. Kelly's hands
moved to her redenned backside, and she kept bawling. Her mother, emotionless
as ever, gave the girl a short moment to catch her breathe before she took action
once again.
Grabbing the girl's right wrist in her right hand and her left hand in her left,
she moved both of Kelly's wrists to one of her larger, more powerful hands,
effectively disabling Kelly's arms. Confused, as she thought the spanking had
come to its conclusion, Kelly tried to fight back, but all was futile.
Pushing her bound hands down against Kelly's chest, her mother had her pinned
to the bed and unable to turn over. To Kelly's surprise, her mother began slapping
the tops of the girl's thighs. Her legs being free, Kelly began squirming around,
trying to dodge her mother's blows.
"Keep them out straight!" her mother commanded, making her point known
with a sharp, stinging slap to Kelly's hairless vagina. Kelly stopped moving
- and breathing - immediately; she was absolutely stunned that her mother would
touch her there, let alone slap her there. She was so bewildered that her crying
actually let up for a moment, and she did not even notice the next series of
heavy blows she sustained to the top of her right thigh.
The pain finally brought her back down to Earth, and she started squirming again.
And, again, her mother slapped her hard and squarly on the vagina. This time,
she left her hand there for a second, touching her daughter's most extremely
private and intimate area, driving the girl mad. Teers again flowing, Kelly
finally learned to lay perfectly still as her mother finished up smacking the
tops of her thighs.
Kelly was not entirely sure why, but before the spanking was over, she had sustained
at least two more slaps to the vagina. It was truly painful, and mind-bogglingly
disgusting that her mother would do that.
Finally, Kelly's entire backside burning and the fronts of her thighs bright
red and stinging madly, the spanking ended. Kelly's face was as red as her abused
thighs, and was stained with the tears of the ten-minute long spanking. Her
mother let go of her wrists, leaving the girl lying, breathless and horrified
on the bed. After a moment, the girl stood up and climbed out of the bed. Her
mother had not left the room - she was standing by the foot of the bed, watching
as the girl began to dress.
As she slid her panties on, she felt her mother's eyes burning into her body
- her young, hairless crotch, her budding breasts - the last shreds of her dignity
being washed away by her mother's scorful stare.
Finally, still weeping, she was fully dressed. Her entire lower body burned,
and she felt that her bottom was nastily bruised.
"You shouldn't have bothered with your clothes," her mother said,
"your father will be home any minute."