The brunette chuckled, twisting the mom's hair in her fist she hauled the older womans face up "See this crowd, see them tell them you are getting off. tell them ..tell your daughter you love what i am doing to you!"
The mom trembled, how could she stoop that low. what could she do. she saw the guys grinning. she saw her daughter - she looked as if she wanted to cry. What could she say- the brunette had her where she wanted her..”no” muttered the mom..its where i want to be too
Shivering, shame roaring through her as she knew that she would be forced to reveal this intimate detail to her daughter. Not knowing how her daughter will take it or what she will think of her in the future made the task so humiliating. Admitting it to her daughter was more humiliating that doing it to the guys. She shuddered hard and in the midst of her fear, of her humiliation felt her pussy spasm
She opened her mouth to speak and only sounds came out. Trying to look at her daughter, she couldn't. The shame was just too great. She whimpered and the brunette laughed at her. Again.
Connecting on what is happening to the mom, the brunette felt the surge of power she loved so much, the surge she felt so often when she fought and won.. She slapped the older woman across the face. Hard. "Tell them. Tell HER. Tell her what a slut she has for a mother."
And the brunette smacked the older woman again and again and with each smack the mom whinneyed like a mare on heat; any remnants of self control were almost gone. The brunette looked up at the daughter. "See what your mom is? See, and dont tell me..dont tell me that youd be any different cuz we know better don’t we?’ the brunette cackled.
The younger woman looks on in horror. Her mother, the woman who raised her, taughter, loved her was now being edabjectly humiliated. And getting off on it. Shame filled the daughter. She says nothing and hangs her head
The brunette jerked the older blonde’s hair again. “tell her, tell your daughter. Tell her! Now.” She twisted the hair in her fist painfully. The mom grimaced. “tell her how much yhou like this. Tell her how much it means to you to be naked across my knee on a beach being publicly spanked for losing a fight. Tell her. Tell them
Shame roared through her and seized her pussy. She spasmed again. Whimpering it, she says "I...I like this. I want this. OhmyGod, I'm so horny. I get off on being spanked." Her face burned with shame.
The brunette laughed and spanked her again. This time as hard as she could. "And tell her the rest."
The mom gulped knowing what the brunette meant but not sure if she dared. What if she guessed wrong? What if she admitted to loving being humiliated and that wasn’t was the brunette meant?
One of the guys muttered “who’s more turned on mom or the brunette. I told you the brunette was a hot fuck. I was right . But I didn’t think the mom would be but look at her now.
“Admit it woman! Now! Tell them.”
“Yes” the mom said “ I love it, I love being controlled, I need the humiliation, oh fuck, I need you, I need you to use me.”
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