Chapter 2

I was satisfied once my son’s bottom was a bright and rosy pink, and he was quaking and shivering after the spanking I gave him.

My daughter stood next to him. Her panties and shorts were around her ankles, and her well-padded behind was offered up to me submissively. I couldn’t see between her slightly parted butt cheeks the way I could Michael’s pert little ass. Courtney had a perfect bubble butt just like mine.

She has curly blonde hair, but in many ways, we look very similar in the face. I could tell she was nervous, ashamed, and terrified. I was thrilled that I could make her quake with fear at the very thought of being spanked.

“Why does he get to watch me?” She demanded as she held her ankles. It was a fair point. It seemed fair to let my daughter observe Michael get spanked since he had watched her play with herself. She had made a good point that he shouldn’t get to watch her punishment.

Michael’s cock was still rock hard, and I told him to look at his boyhood and think about the shameful things he did. “You both did something naughty. You can both face the consequences! If I have to do this again, I’ll march you into the living room in front of your father and do it next time!” I demanded.

I could see the goosebumps and the hair bristle on the back of her neck. The thought of her father watching her be humiliated like this must have really frightened her. Her pink little pussy was still wet from when she was fingering herself. I watched her labia pucker slightly when I suggested I’d make her punishment far worse if it happened again.

My first strike with the rod against my daughter’s bottom was much lighter than how I had whipped Michael. I was testing my strength. I hadn’t had to spank her in years, and when I did, it was with a light tap from the palm of my hand. She looked over her shoulder and pouted angrily. It looked like she might cry, but she was clearly unfazed by the pain.

“Count for me,” I said. She had heard her brother count each stroke, and she said: “One” with a defiant and smug aloofness. It was far too smug for me.

I gave her a much harder second strike right across the ass. It left a beautiful imprint of the rod in her delicate teenage flesh, and she seemed far more moved by that one when she counted out two for me.

I noticed how she had an extra flap of skin over her labia that stuck out in the middle of her pussy while she bent over. It reminded me of a tiny boat surrounded by a lake with ripples on it made up of the wrinkles in her pussy flaps.

“How did you figure out the washing machine felt good to sit on?” I demanded as I smacked her ass again. My father used to like to punctuate his spankings with questions to make sure you were paying attention to him and thinking about the reason for the punishment. I thought it was proper form. It also helped to alleviate the silence between swats.

“When we went go-kart riding!” My daughter bent her knees slightly and pushed her butt out towards me a little further as if she were trying to hide her head in shame. I asked her to elaborate as I gave her another on her fat little dumpling of a butt.

She told me a story about how, when she revved up the go-cart, the metal vibrated and got the motor racing under HER hood. She said she creamed her jeans, and that was why she kept asking to ride it again.

I remembered that night. My husband had taken us out for some family fun, and we visited a local fun park to ride some rides and play some games. It was perfectly innocent – I had no idea she had that experience.

Now her brother knew, and his snickers told me he was probably going to use it against her. Michael and Cortney were rivals at times. They loved to get each other in trouble and one-up one another. They loved each other too, but I was sure he’d tease her to no end about this.

“Don’t tease your sister! You want me to tell her that you spanked your monkey to Mommy-cam porn?” I said as I gave him a quick taste of the rod.

Courtney giggled, and a look of mirth spread across her face even though she was blushing from having to stand this way and endured a spanking next to her brother. “I guess you two have done this before?” she said with snark in her tone.

I brought the rod up and between her legs to strike right at the center of her juicy, little pussy like I want to capsize that little boat between her legs. I thought she was inferring I did this regularly to get my jollies.

It hit too close to home because I was hornier than I had ever been in years. My own engine was revved up, and I wanted to do something about it. She cried out and said that wasn’t fair.

“Who said life was going to be fair, Courtney? You felt a little sting on your precious little slit? I thought you enjoyed wicked sensations,” I seethed with a calm but sadistic tone in my voice.

“Not like that, Gawd!” she said.

“Count!” I smacked her pussy again with the rod, and a splash of girly-goo exploded from within the mound of tender pink flesh tucked just under the flaps of her pussy.

She had lost count. She called out the first number that came to mind.

“Wrong! Pay attention! I’ll start over if you can’t keep count!” I assured her. Her knees were shaking, and she started to flinch away from my swats to her pussy.

“Hold still and stop squirming!” I told her.

“You are supposed to do it to my butt, not my cooter!” Courtney whimpered.

Mike laughed when she said the word cooter. I gave him another shot to the balls for laughing.

“Don’t dictate to me the rules to your punishment. Hold still and stop wiggling or I will make you lay on the garage floor and spread your legs like when you were sitting on MY washing machine to get your jollies so I can have an unobstructed shot at your body!” I said.

Courtney reluctantly allowed me to hit her pussy a few more times as I called her a shameful and dirty girl.

My hands were trembling with adrenalin after I finished with them. I really wanted to keep spanking their bottoms. Courtney’s pussy was as raw and red as her butt cheeks. I admired my handiwork before giving them permission to put their clothes back on and sent them to their room.

I masturbated until Pat got home, and then I fucked my husband silly. He came right away, but I sucked his dick until I could get him hard again. I wasn’t done riding his dick. I was way too horny from today’s activity to let him go that easy.

I didn’t like giving blowjobs because he never reciprocates and goes down on me. I did it because I wanted a cock – any cock inside of me at that moment.

At Dinner, everyone was quiet. I made chicken and set the table. No one was in a joking mood. My husband was worn out from our love making. Courtney and Michael looked somber and reticent about the punishment.

“I had to punish Michael and Courtney today,” I said to Pat once I sat down to join them for dinner.

Courtney and Michael looked at one another as if they couldn’t believe I was going to tell their father about what I had done.

Pat seemed relatively uninterested in the details. He took a bite of his dinner roll and asked what they did to deserve a spanking. It appeared out of the ordinary and unusual to spank teenagers in this day and age.

“I caught Michael spanking his monkey to MILF porn. Then I caught him beating his meat while he watched his sister play with herself. Courtney stripped down completely nude and sat on that old wonky washing machine you refuse to replace!”

I said it rather bluntly, and I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. My husband’s eyes widened, and an incredulous smirk arose on his face. “I suppose that is one vote for not replacing that old piece of junk then, eh?” he laughed.

Pat was making a joke about not replacing the washing machine because he could hardly believe I’d bring this up at the dinner table. He wanted to change the subject. It was making him uncomfortable. He couldn’t look at the kids. They were blushing, and they looked down at their plates.

“If I catch them again, I will drag them into the living room and spank their bare bottoms no matter who is watching! Fair is fair!

“That may be a little much for teenagers,” Pat looked uncomfortable with my decision.

“I WALKED in on my son with his pants around his ankles. If I have to see his little ding-a-ling, then so would you if he does something wrong,” I fired back at Pat. Michael’s cock is far from little, but I wanted to pretend I hadn’t noticed.

Pat acquiesced on my demand, but he didn’t look happy about it.

“If the little perverts in this house think they can get away with doing naughty things when we have guests over, they have another thing coming. If they don’t want their asses tanned black and blue in front of the neighbors, they’ll think twice about misbehaving!” I said.

I don’t know why I brought up the neighbors. I could imagine them coming over one evening for dinner. I could picture the shock on their face when I lead a nude Courtney out of the washing room by her ear and make her bend over and hold her ankles while I prepare her spanking.

I am sure the boy who lives next door would think I was the coolest mom ever! He’s had a crush on her since the third grade and she won’t give him the time of day.

Dear Diary

Thursday, August 6th, 2020

I’ve been looking for things to punish my kids for over the last two days. They are either getting better at hiding it, or they just aren’t doing anything wrong. It is SO Frustrating. I keep walking in on my son unannounced and trying to check his phone as well. I miss seeing his rosy red ass. It was so cute!

I don’t want to frame them for things they didn’t do, but I am starting to get desperate.

I’ll keep sniffing around.

Michael is a little pervert. I’m bound to catch him looking at porn on his phone or his computer, and when I do, his cute little butt is going to be grass, and I am going to be the fucking lawnmower.

That reminds me. I’ll go tell Michael to mow the grass even though it doesn’t need it. He may just talk back, and that will give me an excuse to give him a good spanking. I am so wicked! I know that makes me sound bad, but it was such fun the other day, and it is inevitable he’ll do SOMETHING wrong at some point.

Dear Diary

Saturday, August 7th, 2020

Michael never took my bait and talked back to me. He even did a reasonably decent job mowing the grass. I guess a little spanking put the fear of my wrath in him, Lol!

In other news, Amazon finally delivered my leather paddle. It is a little flimsy compared to what I was hoping for, but it will do the job. It is black and has the word “MOM” in pink letters on one side. If only I could catch one of them in the act so I could use it. I don’t want to make it too apparent that I was carrying it around, looking for an opportunity. I probably have to make it seem like it just happened to be close by, or they will realize I am obsessed with spanking their butts.

They also delivered my “All American Whopper.” I was feeling naughty, and Amazon suggested this dildo. It must have access to my search history because it suggested a black one. It is supposed to be only 7 inches, but it is a hell of a lot bigger than Pat when he is fully hard, and it is always ready. It even has a really strong suction base so I can mount it in the shower and ride it.

I’ve been hiding my new toy under the mattress because I don’t want Pat to see it. He already thinks I am way too frisky. If he sees me with a black dildo, he might think I am a wanton slut. I am not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing in the bedroom, but I definitely don’t want the kids to find out. They would never believe me when I come down hard on THEM for playing with themselves if they knew about my secret stash of sex toys or some of the dirty stories I read when they are not home.

I feel like I am cheating on my husband when I play with myself now because the ride is so different than when I am with him. I’ve had to pleasure myself a lot lately because Pat just can’t keep up with me.

I feel a little guilty that many of my recent horny desires were inspired by the thought of spanking my kids. Who else could I spank, though? Pat would never let me spank him, and I didn’t want to cheat on him. I also feel guilty that I’ve been hiding that dildo from Pat and sneaking away to play with myself whenever possible.

I don’t’ feel guilty enough to actually STOP, Lol!

Today I asked Courtney to wash the laundry. She frowned and said she had other things to do. I made it seem like I didn’t care if she masturbated in there while she washed the clothes. She wouldn’t take the bait!

Dear Diary

Sunday, August 8th, 2020

After fishing all week, I finally got my wish.

Michael is crafty, and I know he is looking at porn. He might be wanking at school. It has been a cat and mouse game. I think he suspects I am looking for reasons to bust him. He’s avoided my traps all week.