A beautiful spanking
I remember the first time I got a spanking. Surprisingly it wasn’t too many years ago. My parents weren’t too strict so they never spanked me when I was a younger schoolgirl. When I was 16 I pushed my mom too far though.
I got a bad grade on my report card after months of my mom lecturing me about doing better in school and me promising her that I will. Math tripped me up and my mom was going to kill me.
I decided to deal with it straight away, kind of like ripping a Band-Aid off quickly, hoping that I wouldn’t get lectured for too long. I tried to soften mom up by telling her I did pretty well in English before handing the report card over. It didn’t work. At all. She began lecturing me and I rolled my eyes.
She told me to grow up and that I was grounded for two weeks. I flipped out; there was no way I was going to tell my friends I couldn’t hang out with them because I was grounded like a little kid. It wasn’t mature of me but let’s face it I had a teenage temper tantrum. Mom told me that since I was acting like a child then I would be punished like one.
She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the sofa. Mom sat down and pulled me down onto her lap. She spanked me but I didn’t really feel it.
My jeans softened the blow and she was holding back. She knew it and told me to get up. I did and she began unzipping my jeans. She pulled them down with my panties and tried again with a hard spanking. I felt a stinging pain and cried out as her hand landed hard on my firm, round cheek.
I had never felt so humiliated before. Mom brought her hand up again and brought it down even harder the second time spanking my bottom with even more force. I felt my breasts jiggle as my body moved from the force.
Mom kept bringing her hand down spanking my ass and my GOD it started to hurt like hell.
For some reason the jiggling motion I kept making and the constant pain I felt started to turn me on. I felt myself starting to get wet and hoped like hell my mom wouldn’t notice.
Whimpering from the pain as mom continued to spank me, I began to imagine a boy from school that I had a crush on and pretended it was his hand. That really got me going and I arched up a bit to stop my pussy dripping onto my mom’s jeans. I imagined his strong thighs under my and his firm hand coming down on me.
It was no longer hurting so much and I started to look forward to the next spank. I didn’t want my mom to know I was enjoying it so I let out a few cries and gasps, pretending I was broken. Mom gave me a few more spanks then stopped.
I stood up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Zipping up my jeans I went to my room without saying anything to my mom. I ended up masturbating until dinnertime and made a decision to get to know the boy from school.