Girlfriend's Mom

Pete was sitting on the couch at his girlfriend Stacy's house, waiting for her to get ready. Her mom had invited him in and offered him a drink. Pete watched from the living room as her mom worked in the kitchen, admiring her curvy body. She looked up, catching his eyes as he averted them downward. Smiling to herself, she continued cleaning the counter. "You know, you could be more discreet," she said teasingly.

"I apologize, ma'am. I was just noticing how beautiful you are," he replied lamely. She laughed softly at his cute innocence. Stacy finally came downstairs, wearing a sexy minidress, and they walked out to his car. "Have fun, you two," her mom called after them. "Pete, make sure you get her home by eleven, or you'll be sorry."

Turning his head at her threat, Pete locked eyes with her for a moment before getting in his car. Whatever she meant by that, Pete found it to be quite arousing. Pete and Stacy partied all night and came home well into the morning, both crashing at her house.

The next morning, Pete tried to sneak out the door but was intercepted by Stacy's mom. "Hey, Pete. What time did you get back last night?" she asked, standing in his way.

"Eleven," he said blatantly.

"Are you lying to me?" she asked, looking intently into his eyes.

Still hungover, he didn't bother maintaining the lie and mumbled, "Yeah."

She chuckled. "You were supposed to get home by eleven, and I heard you guys come in at like two."

"Yeah, well, it's not like you can do anything about it," he retorted, scoffing at her.

"Oh, yes, I can, boy. Don't test me."

Pete increasingly wanted to test her and pushed her limits further. "I think next time, I'll take her back to my place."

She raised her eyebrows, surprised he was playing along. "Do I need to get my paddle out and put you in your place?" she asked provocatively.

"You have a paddle?" he asked, realizing he was fully aroused.

"Mmhmm, I haven't had to use it in quite a long time, but it looks like I'll have to get it out again. Your attitude has gone on long enough. I'll have to show you how I treat rebellion in my house." Her tone was still teasing, but there was a sternness that added to Pete's excitement.

"I haven't been spanked since I was little. I'm far too old now."

"Nonsense; you're never too old. It's quite obvious you haven't been spanked in a while. It really shows in your behavior." Pete put his hands in front of his bulge, but she'd already seen and continued to play with him. "It just means we have a lot to make up for; for all the spankings you should have gotten."

Pete was realizing she might be serious about this. He wasn't about to stop it either. "You honestly think you can hurt me?" he challenged.

"Uh, yeah, especially when your pants and underwear are down. The paddle does an excellent job getting boys like you to yield."

"Wait... what?"

"In fact, for a cute boy like you," she said, looking him up and down. "I think I'll punish you completely naked."

Pete felt his stomach flutter. He looked at her with desire in his eyes. "What about Stacy?" he asked.

"What about her?"

"Well, she's gonna hear."

"Not when she's gone tomorrow to the mall with her friends, and you're here naked over my knee," she replied devilishly.

Pete hardly slept that night, tossing and turning with excitement, imagining what it would be like to be spanked by Stacy's mom. He knew he didn't have to show up, but something inside him really wanted this. The next day, he wrestled all morning with that decision and decided it would be worse to miss out and wish he'd done it. How much could it really hurt anyway? He showered and left for Stacy's house, antsy with anticipation.

He arrived and knocked on the front door. Stacy's mom opened it, smiling. "Hello, Pete." She was wearing a comfortable shirt and shorts, looking sexy as hell. "I knew you'd show up. Please, come in," she said sweetly. "Have a seat," she continued, pointing at the same couch he'd been sitting on last night. Pete took a deep breath and sat down as she handed him a glass of water.

"So, why are you here, Pete?" she asked, getting right to the point. She enjoyed watching him struggle to answer.

Pete squirmed in his seat. "Well, um, I guess I'm here to be punished."

"You guess?" she questioned, smirking. She loved her effect on the cute boy.

He stammered as she waited with feigned impatience for an answer. "I, uhh, well, yeah, I'm here to be punished. I brought your daughter home late, and I'm sorry," he offered.

She beamed. "That's right. You brought her home three full hours past the time you were supposed to. Tell me what kind of punishment you're deserving of," she said, making him say it.

"I deserve a spanking, ma'am."

"There you go. That wasn't so hard," she said, still beaming. "Do you deserve it on the bare bottom?"

Pete nodded.

"I can't hear you," she said, prompting him to speak.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy. I agree. Go ahead and take off your clothes," she instructed. "Slowly," she added.

Pete obediently stood up, his penis bulging through his pants. He slowly stripped down as she watched until he was standing in front of her, completely exposed.

She sat down in the middle of the couch. "How about we start with you over my knee," she said, patting her leg. He awkwardly laid himself over her bare legs, his erect penis swinging around clumsily.

She put a hand around his waist and immediately started warming his ass up with her hand, starting slow and light and eventually increasing the intensity until she was delivering hard, stinging strikes to his ass.

The rush was amazing. Pete had never felt anything like this before. Though it hurt, being punished by his girlfriend's hot mom was the most exciting experience he ever had. He had always thought her stern and confident demeanor was sexy, but this was a different level. He loved being put in his place like this and didn't want it to stop.

As her hand continued to hit his ass harder and harder, and as his penis moved and pushed against her leg, he became closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm. Just as he thought he might lose it, she stopped suddenly.

"Please get up and put your nose in the corner. I'm gonna go get the paddle." Pete was breathing hard, his body shaking from the stimulation. He got up and put his nose in the corner, his naked ass pink from her hand. His penis stood at attention, dripping with pre-cum. "Don't move from that spot until I say so," she ordered.

She left and returned shortly with a long, thick wooden paddle. "It's been years since I've had to use this, but your behavior has warranted it." Pete shuddered at his post in anticipation. "Come here and bend over the armrest of the couch," she commanded.

He turned from the corner, still fully erect, and walked to the side of the couch. A slight panic arose inside him when he glanced at the paddle in her hand. She crossed her arms, waiting for him to obey. He bent over, letting his hips rest on the armrest and his elbows on the seat cushions. The armrest pushed his hard penis back between his legs into full view, making it clear to her that he was enjoying every part of this.

She set herself up behind him and tapped his ass with the dense paddle. "Are you ready?" she asked. He could tell she was smiling.

He took a deep, shaky breath as he felt the weight of the paddle on his ass. "Yes, ma'am," he answered submissively.

"You'll be getting ten swats for every hour you were late last night."

Pete's stomach turned at her words. "How am I going to handle thirty of these?" he silently wondered. The trepidation only added to his arousal. He couldn't believe how hard he was.

The paddle lifted off his ass, and he tensed his cheeks in anticipation. He definitely wasn't ready for the level of pain that erupted when the paddle came crashing down. It felt like his ass exploded as the dull clap echoed throughout the room.

He gasped as his legs shot out straight, his body contorting in pain. "Feet on the floor. I need you to stay in position," she said sternly. He slowly put his feet back on the floor and stuck his ass out for another. The paddle slammed into his ass again, bringing him to his knees at the side of the couch. He cried out, now kneeling on the floor.

"Get back over the couch, young man! That's only two."

"Oh, God! It hurts so much."

"Yeah, that's the idea. Bend over now before I decide to start over."

Pete bent back over, his ass burning a bright red. She lined up another shot and delivered a powerful swat to the bottom half of his cheeks. He breathed out heavily, seething through his teeth, but he managed to stay in position this time. The next one made his knees buckle again, but he quickly got back into position, determined to make it through.

She dished out three hard swats in succession, watching with pleasure as his body writhed in a feeble attempt to avoid the impact. She settled into a slow, steady rhythm of solid swat after solid swat. Bruises were forming as the paddle went to work, covering his ass with large, dark red spots forming in the centers of both cheeks. Pete resigned himself over the couch until she finished.

After administering the thirtieth swat, she set the paddle down and sent him back to the corner. Pete limped to the corner, fighting back the tears as his ass throbbed in pain. Being very aroused herself, she quietly undressed completely behind him.

"Turn around," she ordered after a few moments.

Pete turned around and gasped in surprise, seeing her standing before him, completely naked.

"Wanna fuck me?" she asked, her eyes glistening with feverish desire.

With his mouth gaping open, all he could do was nod.

"Follow me," she said brightly as she turned and headed for her bedroom. He fell in line behind her, keeping his eyes locked on her perfect ass. They entered her room, and she climbed seductively on the bed, laid down on her back, and opened her legs. He just stood there, gawking.

"Well, come on then. You said you wanted to fuck me. So, fuck me," she said impatiently.

He eagerly climbed on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Her pussy was already glistening as he inserted himself into her.

"Mmm, there you go, baby boy," she said softly as he slowly moved his body back and forth, sliding himself in and out of her. He sucked on her tits as he slowly fucked her. She grabbed his body tight to her and looked him dead in the eyes. "Mama needs a good fucking," she said fiercely.

Overcome with passion, he began moving himself harder against her, pushing himself deep inside her, eliciting the most beautiful moans and noises. Her delicious moans turned into repeated, sweet little cries as their bodies slammed into each other. He gathered her legs up in his arms, folded her over, and fucked her hard until she screamed in ecstasy, erupting into a long-lasting orgasm.

He continued fucking her, now focused on his own pleasure. She put her hands on his bruised ass and shoved him deeper inside her. He flinched at her touch on his sore bottom, but then welcomed the pain as he became increasingly close to an orgasm. She dug her nails into his skin, scraping at his bruises, taking him over the edge as he came inside her, shuddering in pleasure.

"That's my baby boy," she said soothingly as he caught his breath, lying in her arms. She ran her hand through his hair, inviting him to relax against her. After several minutes of soft rubs and massaging each other, they cleaned up and got dressed.

"Let me know the next time you're naughty," she said devilishly as he got ready to leave.

"I promise I will," he replied, rubbing his aching bottom.

"Good. The paddle will be waiting."