Mommy Spanking: Stepmom Spanks Adult Boy Over The Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Rude Boy Pushes It Too Far
It starts with the usual backtalk.
I come home from work and find him on the couch again. Shirt off, feet up, game controller in hand, dishes still in the sink. Eighteen, tall, lean, cocky as hell. And every time his dad is not home, he thinks I don’t get to tell him what to do.
I ask about the trash. He shrugs.
I ask again. He smirks. “Not my job.”
That’s it.
I walk over, calmly, slowly. He doesn’t even look up until I’m right in front of him.
“What?” he says. “You gonna ground me or something?”
I sit down on the edge of the couch and pat my thigh. “No, sweetheart. I’m going to do something your father clearly should’ve done years ago.”
He laughs. “Wait, what—”
I grab his wrist, yank the controller out of his hand, and pull him across my lap.
Mommy Takes Control and Pulls Naughty Boy Over The Knee
He resists for all of three seconds. Then he’s down—chest pressed into my thighs, legs dangling off the side of the couch. He’s still laughing, but there’s nervousness in it now.
“You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
He tries to push himself up, but I press my palm firmly against the center of his back. He’s strong, sure, but I’ve got him in position, and he’s not going anywhere.
I reach for the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice jumps an octave.
“Giving you a proper spanking, baby boy. And that means bare.”
He kicks once, but I’ve already got the pants halfway down his thighs. His boxers come next. With one hard tug, both slide down to his knees.
Now his bare ass is up in the air, pale and smooth, muscles tense.
Bad Boy: Bare Bottom Spanked Bright Red
I rest one hand on his lower back, steadying him. The other I raise—and bring it down with a loud Smack right on his left cheek.
He jerks. Smack! Right side.
His body twitches, fists clenching.
“You can’t be serious!” he says.
“Oh, I’m very serious.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I spank him slow and hard. Every swat lands with full contact, echoing through the room. His ass begins to pinken, then deepen to a flushed red.
He kicks his legs, but his boxers and sweats tangle at his knees, holding them close. He’s exposed. Vulnerable. And definitely not in control anymore.
I focus on the lower part of his cheeks, where it burns the most. He squirms. Groans. Tries to twist away. I grip his hip and pull him right back into place.
“You think being a brat makes you a man?” Smack!
“You think mouthing off to a woman makes you tough?” Smack! Smack!
Mommy Keeps Young Man Kicking and Blushing
His ass is bouncing now, cheeks clenched with every strike. He’s not laughing anymore. He gasps when I land a particularly sharp one right at the top of his thighs.
“Please…”
“You don’t tell me when it stops.”
I rub his hot skin between spanks. He flinches at my touch.
“This is what happens when little boys forget their place.”
He moans through clenched teeth. His body rocks with each slap. His cock is pressing hard into my thigh now. Not that I’m surprised.
I grip his waist tighter and spank him even harder.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His head drops. He groans into the couch cushion, kicking, writhing, blushing everywhere.
And I just keep going. Calm. Steady. Watching his bare cheeks jiggle and glow with every blow.
Red Bottom, Humbled Boy: Stepmother Spanks Cheeky Stepson
He’s quiet now.
Still squirming, still twitching, but not fighting. Not talking. Just breathing fast, skin flushed, every inch of him humbled.
I smooth my hand across his bottom again, now fully red, even darker near the edges. Warm. Shaky.
“You’re going to remember this, aren’t you?” He nods. “Say it.”
“I’ll remember…”
“Say what you are.”
“…I’m a rude little boy.” I smile. Good.
I tug his boxers back up, watching him wince as the fabric slides across his sore skin. Then his pants follow. He flinches when the waistband snaps into place.
I let him sit up. He winces, groans softly, shifts from one cheek to the other.
“Now,” I say, cupping his chin. “You’re going to clean the kitchen, take out the trash, and speak to me with respect from now on. Got it?”
He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better.” And when I see the blush still blooming up his neck, I lean in close. “If you forget again, you’ll be right back over my knee. Pants down. Bare bottom. No mercy.”
