Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

She turned to face Charlie. She was unable to shield her lush body from his frank study. Her boobs were lifted by the position of her arms. Her nipples were aroused; her ribs were heaving with her panting. Her red pussy patch looked dark in the faint moonlight.

Charlie's cock stiffened and rose as he studied his captive. During the chase, his hard-on had faded. Now the sight of Ellen's well-rounded body, her rich sensuous curves and her inviting red pussy brought his hard-on back stronger than ever. For a moment he debated fucking her right away, instead of giving her the beating she deserved. He twitched a length of rope in his hand nervously.

"Well?" Ellen challenged. Her expression was bold, proud and scornful.

Charlie didn't dare back down now. The rope twitched as he drew his arm back. "Belly or backside, it doesn't make any difference to me," he informed her coldly.

Ellen didn't flinch. She faced him, refused to turn her back on him. He brought the rope around in a wide sweep, carefully tempering the blow. The knotted end stroked across her belly timidly.

Ellen didn't bat an eye, just stared at his towering prick, deliberately taunting him. His cock looked like a telephone pole thrusting out from his crotch.

Charlie struck again, harder. He felt the blow up his arm. Ellen jerked this, time, then arched her back, presented the tender, stretched expanse of her pale belly. His fury building, Charlie struck her again. The knotted end of the rope slashed across her flawless belly. Frustration and humiliation overcoming him, Charlie struck her again, harder. The tip of the rope caught the rise of one of her boobs, and she doubled over with pain.

Charlie's blows began to rain down on her, harder and faster as his fury grew. He went half-mad. The rope whistled as it cut through the air. It slashed against her writhing body with a wicked slapping sound. Dark-red welts began to show on her pale skin, criss-crossing her from tits to hips. As he slashed at her viciously, his cock throbbed with blazing lust.

Ellen jerked against her bonds, twisted from side to side as Charlie continued to lash her unprotected flesh. She could have turned and taken the blows on her back, but didn't. She took the blows on her straining torso. The knotted end bit into her.

She accepted the punishment as nothing more than what she deserved. She had been deliberately teasing Pete, and when he had refused to bring her to heel, she had turned to Charlie. She found he had the strength and power she demanded, and was delighted. She loved the pain. She felt her pussy swelling and flowing with need as her stomach and chest were lashed. She bit back her cries of pain, but couldn't control her tears. They streamed down her cheeks as her agony went on, and on, and on. She knew that Pete and Ann were watching her degradation, Pete with pleasure, Ann with astonishment and excitement.

Charlie's frenzy began to fade as his arm tired, and as be realized what he was doing. With a curse, he threw the rope aside. Immediately, his lust boiled up. Grabbing Ellen by the waist, he pushed her out from the jungle gym until the rope binding her wrists was taut, and she was just hanging there.

He shoved in between her thighs, wedged her knees open with his body. He drove the blunt head of his cock into her red-haired pussy. His prick plowed the length of her gash, missing her cunt hole. Ellen thrashed madly as his cock ripped over her clit. Backing up, he lunged at her again. This time his cock struck into her cunt, burrowing deep into her hot hole.

"Aaawwww!" Ellen bellowed. It was the first sound she had made since the mad chase had begun. She jerked against the ropes binding her wrists as his cock slammed deep into her quivering twat, filling her with a brutal abruptness.

Charlie drew back and rammed into her cunt again. It was rape, pure and simple, but it was what they both wanted. His fingers digging into Ellen's waist to steady her and keep her hips positioned for his assault, Charlie jammed his prick deep into softly yielding snatch. He felt the rippled walls of her cunt blaze past his prick. He humped into her twat again and again and again, his crotch slamming against hers with sledgehammer force, his cockhead pounding the end of her cunt like a pneumatic drill. The pool of cum in his guts felt like seething, boiling acid. It grew bigger and bigger and more impatient.

Ellen felt herself coming. Gargling strangely deep in her throat, she was bathed in the searing flames of an orgasm. Her hips heaved crazily as she struggled to be completely run through by the cock in her convulsing cunt. She was oblivious to the searing pain in her scorched, beaten belly. Her cunt spasmed madly as she was completely engulfed in pleasure. Everything else vanished.

Charlie felt his own orgasm bursting over and rammed his erupting prick as deeply into Ellen's spasming cunt as possible. He was vaguely aware of her twat convulsing around his prick, but his mind was on the searing pumping of his cock in her warm sheath. The cum spurting from his prickhead felt like thick taffy as it slammed against the end of her cunt. His cock, prostate, balls, every muscle in his body, thrust and squeezed and pumped. He poured his load deep into Ellen's body. Holding her drawn tight against the ropes, he jammed his hips against her crotch and hosed her innards with sperm.

When his coming faded, he eased Ellen forward until her feet touched the sand. His cock slid wetly out of her hole. Suddenly her arms were around him and they fell to the sand in a warm heap. He wondered crazily just when the knot at her wrists had come loose. He realized with a jolt that she probably could have escaped at any time, even during the beating, but had stayed to take it, and then him. He had thought he would feel remorse for the thrashing he had given her, but he didn't. She had been asking for it, and then she had stood there and taken it.

"Don't apologize," she said softly. "Don't ever apologize, no matter how many times you do that to me."

Morning sunlight streamed through the window of Carla's bedroom. Her mood was as cold as the sun was hot. She sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at Charlie. He stood in front of her, wearing only his bathrobe. His hair was still wet from the shower. There was a glitter of defiance in his eyes as he stood there sullenly.

"That's twice now, and I just will not have it!" Carla mapped.

"For Chrissake, I can't help it if Pete's car broke down," Charlie said angrily, lying, seizing on the likeliest excuse.

"You could have called me," Carla said sharply.

"We weren't near a telephone."

"There are telephones everywhere. You could have found one as soon as you got the car fixed. You could have called me. I was sick with worry." She drummed her fingers angrily on the bed, found the lack of noise frustrating, and stopped. "What is it going to take to get through to you?"

"How about a spanking?" Charlie blurted out, without thinking.

"A spanking? A spanking," she repeated more thoughtfully.

Charlie cringed, and suddenly wished he had kept his damn mouth shut.

Carla nodded slowly. "Since you seem determined to act like a child, maybe you should be punished like a child. I think a spanking is exactly what's called for. You've never been spanked in your life. Maybe that's what's wrong with you." She tried to ignore the hot knot of sexual excitement that had sprung to life the moment she thought of spanking him. She pushed away the crazy memory from her honeymoon. This situation was nothing like that, she told herself. This was a straight, disciplinary spanking between mother and son, and that was all.

"Get me my hairbrush from the dresser," she ordered sternly, trying to keep her voice from shaking. Her cunt felt hot and wet already.