DBZ Moms Vs. The Diaper Machine Page 22 (Pixiv Fanbox)

“AHH!” Bulma and Chi Chi simultaneously squealed out in shock upon feeling the broad side of the hole laden paddle connect with their perfectly positioned posteriors.

Chi Chi immediately shut her eyes, trying to ignore her surroundings, while Bulma instinctively reached forward, trying to catch herself from falling face first onto the conveyor belt below her due to the force of the paddle hitting her backside. Both women had clenched down on their teeth, trying to endure the pain that surged through their sensitive skin. Before they could even fully process the first spank the paddle had returned with the same swiftness as the first strike connecting with their throbbing bottomed with yet another sharp smack.

“AHH!” Chi Chi cried out in wide eyed agony upon being struck again by the merciless wooden paddle.

Bulma too was screaming behind gritted teeth as both women took their automated spanking. Tears formed in their eyes but each mom was dealing with the spanking in different ways; Chi Chi subconsciously let her martial arts training take over by pushing the palms of her hands down onto the metallic arm that they were both straddling. The raven haired house wife pushed her chest upward so that her bottom would naturally lower itself against the metallic arm and thus be harder for the paddle to hit her. Bulma, on the other hand, gripped the tendril with all her might, merely trying to stay on the damn thing since the initial spank had almost sent her falling off of the metallic arm.

The computer running the mechanical arms was making split second adjustments while Trunks stood behind the control panel laughing his ass off. While the bowl haired brat enjoyed the show his mother's computer was calculating where each woman's bottom would be at any given moment before finally swooping down for the third strike. Given Chi Chi's awkward position from trying to lift herself up the upper portion of the paddle caught her ass and the broad part of the long wooden instrument struck Bulma directly across her reddened butt cheeks.

This time Bulma joined Chi Chi in lifting her own bottom, but the computer was ready for her. It delivered another perfectly positioned swing from just above the surface of the conveyor belt, coming upwards until it struck both of their squirming butts, lifting them even higher in the process! No matter how either woman moved they were both spanked with one fluid motion; the paddle was wide enough to cover each mother's cheeks. It caught them both on opposite sides of the long wooden instrument and it was all happening so fast that neither mother could keep track of the amount of spanks being administered to their plump and punished posteriors.

Another series of squeals and cries filled the laboratory, but with each successful spank the sounds of the moms crying out began to fade as their voices grew more and more hoarse from the blistering pain coming from their burning butt cheeks. The sound of the paddle repeatedly colliding with their defenseless backsides started to overpower their groans and whimpers, replacing them almost entirely with a series of sickening soundwaves that bounced off of the walls of Bulma's laboratory.

“Oh Dende…” Bulma muttered after what she soon realized was the last swift slap across her blazing bottom from the paddle, grateful that the spanking was finally over.

Both mothers hung there in the air, defeated both mentally and physically as the pain radiating from their tingling backsides became their sole focus. The air circulating around the lab felt unnaturally cold while it wafted over their crimson skin that throbbed for relief. In some ways the spanking coming to end was actually more painful than when they were being spanked!

“Oh! This is too good!” Trunks declared with a grin after finally catching his breath from laughing so hard. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood triumphantly over the control booth “Goten is missing out!”

With an ear to ear grin Trunks took his eyes off of the sight of his mother and Goten's mom hanging onto the mechanical arm with their freshly spanked butts on display and gazed down at the control panel. His hand made its way to his chin, scratching it in thought, while he looked over all of the options at his disposal. “Now let's see what else we have…”

To Be Continued...

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