Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)
This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 291 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
Reluctantly, you allow your Mom to pull down your underpants and bare your bottom. It will hurt, you know, but perhaps she won't be as angry if you cooperate. You feel the air coming in contact with the warm flesh of your rump and it makes you wince and tremble.
WACK! It's the hairbrush again, with its deep, burning sting making itself felt all over your bottom. Your mom is an expert, with years of experience to her credit and your regret. She spanks your bottom with extreme thoroughness, spanking you all over, not missing a single spankable spot. For some reason you notice a parallel between the thoroughness of her spankings and the way she spreads jam on toast, never missing a section, but coating the entire slice with an even amount of jelly.
Finally, after about ten minutes of solid wacking on your writhing bottom, she stops. You gasp and inhale desperately for air. You are covered with sweat from the ordeal and you tremble as your mom helps you to your feet. "Get in shower immediately," she orders, and you gratefully obey, though even the cool water feels hot across your bottom.
Later, as you stand naked in the living room waiting the arrival of your father, your sister comes home and sees you standing there. She giggles and teases you, but you close your eyes and do not answer. She runs to your mom to get the scoop on what you did and you look at yourself in the mirror before you and feel sorry for your miserable self. Your father should be home soon, and it is doubtful he will be as gentle as your mother was...