6TAD Chapter 1156: Spanking? (Patreon)

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Alan was so shocked by what Suzanne had just said that he could  scarcely believe it. He was expecting some spanking to happen, but  nothing like that many. He shrieked, "One hundred spankings?! Did you  say 100?!"

"I did. If you find that too much, we may be able to make,  how shall I put this... other arrangements as we go. Perhaps we can come  up with some alternatives to those which you can earn with ... other  behavior. Given the magnitude of your crimes, wouldn't you say we're  actually being quite generous? Why, the way you're banging your mother  more often than the banging of a cheap screen door at a busy restaurant,  I'd think that's worth more like ten years in prison, wouldn't you?  Would that be more to your liking?"

He was silent, hanging his head down like a guilty criminal.

"I thought not," Suzanne said triumphantly. "You will disrobe  and bend over Dr. Goodleigh's lap this very minute. Is that clear?"

He nodded forlornly and took his place, butt up, across  Xania's legs. So far he hadn't been forced to do anything that  submissive, but he did find his new position on top of Xania's legs to  be somewhat humiliating, not to mention humbling. Yet it was also  arousing, and not just because of all the contact with Xania's heavenly  body. Being spanked by a sexy and nearly nude teacher, much less a pair  of them, was hardly an unpleasant fantasy for him.

But then Suzanne came down on his ass with the ruler.

<WHACK>

He was taken by complete surprise as the small piece of wood  loudly crashed onto his skin. He'd expected that Suzanne would have more  to say, probably still more intensely arousing things, before she  started actually spanking him. As a result, he hadn't even tensed up his  muscles. Further, he was shocked that she'd used the ruler instead of  her hand. He thought he'd be getting more sexy taps than full-on painful  whacks.

And the spanking was quite painful. One could tell that from the yell he involuntarily let out.

He heard a slightly delayed gasp from across the room. He  looked to see who'd made it. It was Susan. He'd forgotten she was even  there, since she'd been so silent. Looking at her, he noticed that she  was busy fingering herself.

Or at least she was, up until that moment when she reacted to  the spanking. She stood up and said, "Xania! Suzanne! Stop that this  instant! I will not stand to see you hurt my son!"

Suzanne had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "Susan, what  did I tell you? Did I not say we'd be spanking him with a ruler? What  did you expect?"

Susan was caught on that one. "Well, I know, but... I didn't expect it to be like THAT."

He butted in, "Mom, I appreciate your concern, but really,  this is what I was expecting. Sure it hurts some, but doesn't it hurt  when you get spanked? And don't you love it just the same?"

Susan blushed. "That's different. I'm your big-titted  submissive milky mommy. Spanking is one of the many ways you tame me and  own me. I love it!" She smiled as her mind briefly drifted off to fond  memories.

But her upset mood came roaring back. "But you're the master!  That's what masters do to take total control of their many horny  nymphos. We need to be kept in line." She shook her head and waved a  hand through the air. "But this! This is all highly disturbing."

Xania pointedly suggested, "Susan, perhaps you just want to  go to bed then? You've had a long day filled with lots of long and  tiring cocksucking. We'll be fine here. Really."

Susan stared defiantly, with her hands on her hips. "Ha! Like  I should trust you, of all people. You're not even fully tamed. You  still sleep with other men! I think I'll just sit here and watch, thank  you very much." She returned to her chair and sat back down, still  visibly fuming.

Xania thought, Geez, this thing about my sleeping with  other men is really becoming a sore point with her. I guess she gave me a  grace period and expects that I should have been "broken" by now. I'm  sorry, Alan's an excellent lover, but he's not THAT good that I'd give  up all other men for him. Get a grip, Susan.

Suzanne said in an authoritative voice, "Susan, you can stay,  but I won't stand these kinds of interruptions. You've completely  ruined the mood we were carefully building here. So I expect complete  silence from you from now on. But since you're so traumatized, I'll make  one concession. I'll spank him with my hand instead of the ruler. Is  that agreeable to you?"

Actually, Suzanne was planning on making that switch soon  anyway, partly because she preferred the feel of skin on skin. She just  wanted to give Alan a big initial surprise.

"Well, all right." Susan pointed at Suzanne threateningly.  "But watch it! No funny stuff. And if you cross any lines, you're gonna  hear about it from me."

Suzanne chuckled. Susan's so cute when she gets angry. "Okay. Fine."

She turned her attention back to Alan. "Where were we before  we were so RUUUDELY interrupted? Ah yes. Let's pretend like that never  happened. Sweetie, I was just gloating at your surprise about being  spanked and I was going to say that you have to count out after each  spanking or that spanking doesn't count. Got it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Pestridge," he said dutifully, still across Xania's lap.

"Let's hear you say 'one,' then."

"One."

<SPANK>

To Alan's great surprise, another powerful spanking slammed  into his ass cheeks practically as soon as he finished saying that word.  He cried out in surprise again, but not as loudly this time.

That was because Suzanne was using her hand this time.  Although she put a lot of force into it, her hand just didn't have the  same impact as a ruler.

As he recovered, he said, "Two."

After a brief pause, Suzanne swiftly brought her hand down again from a great height.

<SPANK>

He wasn't taken by surprise this time, and so he managed not  to yell out. But it was difficult to stay silent because the spankings  were in fact still quite painful. "Three," he croaked.

He heard Susan say, "I can't stand to look." He looked over  in her direction and saw her face buried in her hands, like she was  trying to hide from the scariest part of a terrifying horror movie.

<SPANK>

"Four." He thought, Okay, so this is what a sexy spanking  is like. I can't say I'm enjoying it at all though, aside from the fact  that I'm in the same room with three incredible beauties. It just hurts!  And the harsh spanking Glory gave me was even worse. True, my dick is  erect, but that's because of everything else, like seeing these lovely  ladies. What's the appeal?

No one was paying any attention to Susan, but if they had  they would have seen a battle between lust and worry playing out on her  face. On the one hand, she was extremely aroused by the spanking and had  resumed rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. Watching a spanking  brought back powerful erotic memories of when she'd been spanked  recently, making her squirm in her seat. It was easy for her to imagine  she was the one being spanked. But at the same time, she was appalled  that Alan was on the receiving end. Her whole body recoiled and twitched  each time he was hit, as if she'd been struck by a whip.

Then Xania said, "Mrs. Pestridge, can we hold on for a  minute? Every time you rain your hand down, he ends up shifting all over  my lap. I'm worried he'll fly off my lap altogether."

With a wry smile, Suzanne suggested, "Well then, Dr.  Goodleigh, I suggest you get a better grip on him. Do you see anything  you can get a good grip on? Some kind of hard protrusion you can squeeze  firmly, perhaps?"

Xania returned the smile as one of her hands reached under  him and found his erection. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I've  found just the thing." She squeezed it hard once, and then began  stroking it. "It's all slippery with some kind of lubrication, so my  hand keeps moving up and down on it, but I'll manage."

<SPANK>

Another blow came down, and again he had to fight not to cry  out. But now he was enjoying the experience a lot more. The way Xania's  hand slid up and down his pre-cum slickened dick made all the  difference. "Five," he groaned lustily.

More spankings came down on his butt. Each one came at fairly regular intervals. He was careful to always call out the number.

Susan briefly peeked between her fingers just after another spanking. This  is wrong. All wrong. It's a living nightmare to see the world turned  upside down like this. Look at Tiger with his legs flailing up in the  air. That should be one of his harem slaves writhing and kicking as he  shows them their place. That should be ME! I should be lying across his  lap being slapped and fingered. There's nothing better than a good  spanking to remind me my son owns me, heart, body, and soul. She found herself growing upset and aroused in equal measure. She decided to keep her eyes closed.

He had thought that he would find it more and more difficult  to go on as the pain in his ass grew worse, but found that in fact the  opposite was true. By about the tenth spanking, he thought, Hey, this isn't half bad. There might be something to this.

By the twentieth spanking, he was positively enjoying the  experience. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that he started to  seriously consider why. One thing that obviously helped a lot was that  he wasn't just getting spanked. Not only was Xania jacking him off, but  after each spanking, Suzanne's hand would linger on his butt and  sometimes do a little bit of rubbing, and sometimes a little bit of  exploring. Sometimes, her hand would end up sharing Alan's cock or balls  with Xania's hand for a few long moments of fondling and stroking  before she pulled away for the next spanking.

However, he could tell there was more to it than just that.  The pain was heightening all his senses and forcing him to concentrate  much more than he otherwise would have. That made his pleasurable  sensations feel much stronger too.

At the end of the twentieth spanking, Suzanne stepped out of  character and said, "That's enough for now. Let's take a short break,  and then Xania and I can switch positions. Sweetie, what do you think of  all this?"

Before he could say anything, Susan said from across the room  in a near sobbing voice, "I think it's horrible." One of her hands was  covering her eyes while the other one worked her crotch. She asked into  her hand, "Is it safe to look yet?"

"Yes, Mom," he replied, privately amused at her reaction to the spanking.

Susan immediately stood up and rushed over to Alan. She  pretty much threw herself at him. Even though he was still lying across  Xania's lap, she managed to hug him, with one of her facial cheeks  pressing against one of Alan's ass cheeks. As she rocked him gently, she  complained, "The beasts! What have these horrible beasts done to you?  What have they done to my little baby?!"

He chuckled. "Come on, Mom. It's no big deal. In fact, I was  kind of enjoying it. I was just trying to figure out what the appeal of  it is. But it's... interesting."

Susan interrupted, "Your ass. It's hot! It's practically  burning up. Oh dear! Tiger! Let Mommy help make it better." She began  kissing and stroking his ass in an overtly motherly yet very sexual  manner. Before long she found herself tonguing his asshole and stroking  his balls (she would have gone for his erection, but Xania was still  holding and stroking it).

Suzanne said, a bit irked that Susan was already getting  carried away by what she was doing, "Well, at least Susan is helping  with one thing. Sweetie, part of this kind of sex play, as you know from  the other side, is the 'making it better' stage. Even if you're not  crazy about the pain, the making it better part is pretty nice, isn't  it? Doesn't it feel good to have a hot ass get cooled off by a sexy  mommy?"

"I have to admit it does," he said. "Of course, Xania is  still jacking me off and Mom's tongue is feeling great, so things are  pretty good just from that."

Xania asked him, "Should I stop for a bit? Do you need one of your strategic break? I can sense you're getting pretty close."

"Yeah, but I'm not quite there yet. Thanks, you're doing  great. Anyways, as for the spanking, I'm thinking, okay, Xania's been  jacking me off the whole time, and naturally that feels great. But it  feels a lot better than a typical handjob. Why? I think it must be the  contrast. The pleasure next to the pain. It's kind of like how much  better a sunny day is after many days of rain instead of after many days  of sun. Or earlier, when you all brought out the ice cube and used it  on me, that was great, but then when you did the coffee trick and you  had the hot and cold contrasting on my skin, that made everything so  much better. And not only that, but all my senses in that whole area  down there just feel more alive, more tingly somehow. So yeah, I liked  it."

Xania asked, "But what about, did you feel any kind of sense  of humiliation? Did you get off on being shamed and put in an  embarrassing pose? Did you get off on people like your mom looking at  you when you're like that?"

He considered the question, and then answered, "Maybe a bit  on being looked at, but not really. But maybe that's because you two  didn't really do much to humiliate me in the first place. Your talk at  the beginning kind of got me crowing about my sexual conquests more than  feeling bad about them. But I don't think that kind of humiliation  thing does much for me at all in any case. I do like the 'sexpot teacher  spanking me' fantasy concept, though."

Suzanne said, "Interesting. I'll have you know though, when  you spank one of us, like Susan, the humiliation and domination are  probably the biggest things to make us cum so much. We'll talk about  this some more later, but right now we need to keep going. We're only  one fifth of the way through your punishment. Susan, can you scoot and  let the rest of us resume our roles?"

Susan had been busy licking up and down Alan's ass crack. She  got up with a glum look. She sighed, then said, "I suppose. But still,  this is like fingernails on a chalkboard for me. It's just not right."

Suzanne waved her away dismissively. "Susan, it's not for you  to understand. In fact, it would be better for everyone if you'd just  go to bed."

"No thanks! I'm not going to abandon my Tiger!" She returned  to her far seat, but this time she was more determined to actually  watch. She stared at them with a mixture of lust and horror.