Spanking My Mother

Fbailey story number 486


Spanking My Mother


I accidentally overheard my mother asking my father, “Please spank me. You know how much it excites me.”

Dad said, “I have told you a hundred times, no.”

Mom asked, “Then fuck my ass, please.”

Again Dad said, “I have told you a hundred times, no.”

Mom then said, “If you really loved me you would inflict pain on me as I request. I know that you think it’s sick but I crave it. Don’t make me look for it elsewhere.”

Dad laughed and said, “Now you have told me that a hundred times too. Go. Go out and find someone to spank you. I don’t care. Hell, let him fuck you up your ass too as long as he is at it. Just stop begging me to do it to you.”

Then Dad went out of the house on his way to work.

I slipped into Mom’s bedroom and said, “I’ll do it to you. You don’t have to go find some stranger to spank you Mom. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck your ass too if you’ll let me.”

Mom looked up at me standing in her open doorway. She had a look of surprise on her face. She said, “So you heard it all. Do you hate me too?”

I said, “I don’t hate you Mom, I love you. That’s why I’ll spank you if Dad won’t. You don’t have to go out looking for someone else to do it. I’m right here. You might have to teach me how to do it, but I’m a fast learner. I’m sure I can do it right.”

Mom just kept looking at me for the longest time. Finally she said, “You’re serious, aren’t you.”

I replied, “Yes, I am. Can we start now?”

Again Mom just looked at me for a long time as she thought it over. Then she said, “Okay but on one condition.”

I smiled and asked, “What is it?”

Mom said, “You have to really hurt me. I need to feel pain.”

I frowned a little but said, “I know I can do it if that is what you really want.”

Then I watched as Mom dug around in the bottom of her closet and pulled out an old suitcase. She placed it on her bed and opened it. There inside were things that I never expected to see in my mother’s possession. She had a long wooden paddle, a short wide leather strap with a handle, and something that she called cat-o-nine-tails. She demonstrated how I should start hitting her gently and work my way up. She hit her pillow with them and then had me try them out too.

I asked about her screaming and she replied, “Oh God yes, I want to scream and I want to cry too. I don’t want to be able to sit down for a week afterwards either.”

I asked, “Won’t the neighbors hear?”

Mom smiled and pulled a ball gag out of her suitcase and said, “Not if I’m wearing this.”

I asked, “How will I know when to stop?”

Mom smiled and said, “Your arm will be tired.”

I asked one last question, “When I’m done can I fuck your ass?”

Mom smiled and said, “Yes honey, when you finish, before you start, when I’m doing the dishes, anytime you want it.