Getting Spanked

Today, I try to do everything right. I figured that trying to get spanking was perverted, so I’m not going to go that way. Mom comes home and starts dinner and says, “Tonight, Donna and Amy will be having dinner with us. I want you to dress nice. Think of it as a date.” A date? Now I am embarrassed because it is a formal date. I don’t know what to do or say. However, Amy understands me, so it should work out.

The doorbell rings and I go answer it. There they are. Mrs. Donna is wearing a sexy red dress showing some serious cleavage. Amy is also wear a nice dress that is red and black but not showing much cleavage. Her dress is backless, and she is not wearing a bra. Nice.

The dinner goes well, and we retreat to the living room to watch a boring romantic comedy. I am not the only one bored. Amy’s mom and my Mom are chatting the whole time. That’s all they do. Even Amy looks bored as we engage is a little conversation ourselves.

“Billy, did you do all your chores today? Dishes, vacuuming, cleaned the bathroom?” my Mom asks.

“Of course, I did,” I reply. Is she trying to start something? I wonder what is behind all this. She knows I did the dishes. She just cooked a big meal and should have noticed the clean dishes. However, with the dinner we just had, I have a lot to do when they leave.

“Amy, what about you? Finished your chores today?” Mrs. Donna asks Amy. They must be working together.

“Yeah, I’m done,” Amy replies.

Mrs. Donna also asks, “Taken out the garbage, pick-up is today?”

“It was today?” Amy says. “Um, I forgot about that. I always forget about the once-a-week chores. You know?” Amy tries to get out of it.

“I can’t have all that garbage pile up all week.” Mrs. Donna says. “The stray dogs will get into it and trash up the yard.”

My Mom asks “What about you Billy? Did you get the garbage?”

“Yeah, I remembered about it,” I say. I luckily remembered about that. Couldn’t Amy just lie about? Her mom would find out later and get her spanking later. It is not like her mom would have gotten up to check so she could have her punishment here. Then again, it sounds like our moms are trying to get up both spanked at the same time. I think our moms are perverted.

Mrs. Donna is ready. “Amy, time for your punishment.”

Amy says, “Does it have to be here? Wait we wait until you get home?”

“No Amy,” Mrs. Donna replies sounding upset. “Why are you always trying to get out of your punishment? When have I ever backed off? Are you ready or should we add more spanking?”

“I’m ready,” Amy say giving in. Amy stands and starts pulling up her dress. She reveals a sexy red lace thong making her round ass look perfect. She slips her whole dress off and shows off her amazing breasts. She pauses a few seconds and starts slowly sliding her thong down. She stands up displaying her clean pussy looking like it is ready for my tongue. I wish I could just get up right there and give her a tongue bath.

Mrs. Donna says, “Joanne, could you get me a hair brush. Wait. How about your paddle? That should do.” My Mom grabs the paddle and hands it to Amy’s mom. Amy is about the get spanked by the paddle that spanks my nude ass. I can’t wait for my next spankings after that paddle gets Amy’s ass. Amy moves to her mom looking like she is trying to hold back a smile. Did she want this? Did she plan this? I guess I screwed up because I didn’t get punished to be spanked with her.

Amy gets on her mom’s knee. Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a view. All I can see from my angle is her pussy and ass. I can’t see her boobs. Anyway, the spankings start, and I watch her ass get red and pussy get wet. I’m just trying to get as much in for my jack-off session tonight. The spanking eventually end. Amy get up, grabs her dress and thong then heads for the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” her mom asks.

“I need to pee,” she replies. She continues to the bathroom and takes her time. I wondered if she having feminine issues or rubbing one off. She returns and sits next to me. “I have a present for you,” she whispers in my ear. She makes sure our moms are not looking and slides her hand to my pocket and puts something in it.

“What?” I ask.

“My thong. You can keep it,” she devilishly replies. I am going to have a good night.

The movie ends and Mrs. Donna and Amy begin to leave. I get hugs and another kiss on the lips this time. No tongue. Well, our moms were right there so a make out session isn’t appropriate. I clean up the kitchen and go to bed. I went to sleep late because, no surprise, I spent hours jacking off and smelling her thong.



I wake up on time. Tell my Mom goodbye as she heads for work. I do my chores, and have some free time to masturbate. My mom gets home, and she is very happy for some reason. “We are going to Donna’s and spend some time at the pool and work on our tans.” Cool. I haven’t been swimming in a while, and I get to see Amy again in her skimpy bikini. Up close this time.

I go upstairs and change into my swim trunks. I go back downstairs and find my mom wearing a really long shirt holding a bag likely full of towels. She always does as her swimsuit is underneath and takes off her shirt when she gets there. We go to their pool through the back yard not having to go through their house.

Amy comes out and shows off her green bikini accenting her breasts and her pussy outline. Mrs. Donna comes out absolutely stunning. Whoa, she’s topless! Her D-cup breasts droop a little, and she has huge areolas. She is also wearing a thong, but the cloth is barely covering her pussy and nothing more. Any shift and it would show all.

Amy is shocked and tells her mom, “Mom why are you topless especially in front of company?”

Her mom, says, “Amy, we are trying to work on our tan today. You are going to have to take off your top too.”

“But Mom, why?” Amy tells her mom seeming upset.

Her mom replies, “Don’t worry, we all seen them.”

My Mom starts taking off her shirt. Oh no. She’s topless too, and she’s wearing the exact same thong Amy’s mom is wearing. They must have gone shopping together. She has an amazing set of C-cup breasts that somehow defy gravity. So here we are. Both our moms are topless wearing a thong barely covering the exits where Amy and I came from. Amy is also wearing a thong but also a top. And me, I am in a large baggy swim trunk. I feel out of place, but I didn’t feel like showing off my goods.

Amy says, “How come the girls have to wear all this sexy stuff showing our…you know. What about Billy?” Damn. I don’t have any other swimwear, and I don’t want to swim nude.

My Mom smiles “Don’t worry. I planned for this.” She reaches in her bag and pulls out a yellow thong. I almost pass out. “Don’t freak out Billy. It’s a man’s thong. It has a pouch to make room for your penis and scrotum. It should fit, and you’ll get a nice tan too. Go in the bathroom and change.”

I reluctantly grab the thong and head inside. I enter the bathroom and lock the door. I take off my trunks and see my giant erection. I hate being a teenager. I wonder if my stiffie will show. I put on the thong and with it all the way up, the elastic band don’t go high enough to cover head of my dick. The only thing I can do is quickly masturbate to get rid of this erection.