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Inspired from a comment by Flodoomable.
Ogre mommy spanking her rowdy son. XD
Oh boy, hehehe
NOTE: This is a short one-shot of an ogre stepmother, or if you wish, real mother spanking her son for being naughty at school. It isn’t a request, just a thought of a fetish I’ve had for quite a while.
The bikini your okasan in the story is the Norimaki bikini from Dead or Alive Xtreme 3, for those of you who know about it.
All characters in the story are aged 18 or above at the time of writing.
Fetishes: spanking, handjob, femdom, incest/pseudo-incest
Tags: monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia, ogre
You walked into your home nervously, checking for signs of life. All was quiet. Good.
You couldn’t stand it if your mother saw your report card or the new note you got from the teacher for climbing the walls. This definitely wasn’t worth it.
You crumpled up the note your teacher gave you and held it in your hand as you sneaked up the stairs to your room. You couldn’t afford to let your mum see you, or all was finished. You quietly tiptoed up to your room and opened your door. You walked in and shut the door, leaning back against it with a relieved sigh. You fist-pumped and staggered backwards to your bed, falling on your back and smiling as you shut your eyes.
No one was catching you today. Not this time.
You opened your eyes with a dopey smile on your face, looking up to see the ceiling. You could lie there for hours and stare at it without a single thought running through your head. Laziness was your virtue, and idleness was your superpower. If there was no penalty, you could do it all day and night at school, too. Why the hell did schoolteachers have to put those bullshit rules in place? They kept saying that playing sports didn’t make you Ronaldo or Brett Lee, and gambling didn’t make you Chris Ferguson. Yeah, right. It’s not like going to school made you Einstein.
The ceiling was a beautiful green today, and it was even staring back at you. Maybe you could talk to it. Talking quietly to yourself was something you had grown accustomed to since you couldn’t chatter with your friends while in class, and you were addicted to sharing a new video game review or a synopsis of the latest movie you’d seen and discussing it in front of everyone, even those who weren’t interested.
You smiled up at the ceiling, wondering if you should start talking now or wait until you had a clear picture of what you wanted to discuss in mind. It was strangely odd, having a face painted on a ceiling which was mint green, and it even showed a neck and shoulders extending downwards. You leaned your head back and looked to see where it ended. Strangely, the painting extended even further to wide shoulders and a large, dangling pair of breasts which were covered with a silk robe. The painter who redid your room must’ve had some skill. You flipped over onto your front, and stared at the rest of the picture. It showed a taut abdomen extending into extremely long, powerful legs, and the feet were visible emerging from the bottom of the robe.
You look up into the face again, confused at how an entire green being fit on your ceiling.
The face on the painting changed its expression. It gave you a smile full of promise and yet was a little malevolent. Shocked, you jerked back and almost fell off the bed. No painting was alive! Unless they created some method of making holographic GIFs on a wall. Even then, it should’ve taken years!
The figure reaches out its arms and grabs your shoulder, its grip like steel. You struggle and squirm away from it, understanding and a growing fear in your gut as the humanoid grabs your other shoulder and heaves you on the bed. It sits down on the bed opposite you and grabs both your hands, wrenching the note out of them.
‘Hello there, son,’ smiles your ogre okasan, holding the note in front of her face and smoothing out the wrinkles. She reads it, her smile growing as her eyes travel further down the paper. And you know exactly why, despite the note being how you cut the entire middle day of classes by wandering around school and hiding in the bathrooms.
She had a good excuse to punish you for what you did. Like she did to your ototo. Regularly. You’d heard the slaps and screaming of slight pain, as well as pleasure from his room when you’d walked past it on occasion. And it was always at the times when he was sent back early from school or got a note from the teacher too, so you knew what was happening to him.
So far, you had escaped by being sneaky and disposing of the notes before you reached home, or taking them out of the letterbox and tossing them in the trash. Today was a mistake since you thought no one was home, and you felt it was safer to toss the note in your own waste-paper basket. You should’ve dropped the damn thing in the main garbage bin, it would be a lot harder to find anyway.
Your okasan chuckles as she dragged you over to her, holding your wrists firmly çatalca escort and giving you an almost malicious smile. You gulped audibly, knowing that you had no chance of escaping and she was about to have her own lewd, evil way with your body.
She tosses you on the bed face down, and then leaps of the bed to reach the door. The lock clicks, and you know you last chance of getting out just vanished since the windows are always barred to prevent other horny mamono from getting in. You cowered on the bed, sitting up on your elbows and staring at your okasan as she threw off her robe and began walking towards you. You couldn’t help but stare at the outfit she had on. It was as if she had prepared for the day you would screw up. She was wearing a thin strip of black cloth across her breasts, leaving her shoulders bare and fastening at the back. Her thong is so tiny it might as well not be there, just a triangle covering her pussy and two thin strings across her waist and splitting her fresh-looking, minty ass cheeks apart.
‘Do you like what you see, musuko?’ smiled your okasan as she walked towards you, swinging her hips a little and turning around to show you her large ass. She wiggled it a little before your eager eyes, then turned around to show you her front again. She placed her hands on her hips. ‘But I think it’s not my ass which needs a little looking at. It’s yours.’
You gasp at her revelation and leap up, running across the bed intending to jump over her head and then get to the door. The element of surprise might work here, since you weren’t as fast as your mum. You just might be able to get to the door and unlock it if she didn’t expect you to leap over her head. You were pretty athletic. It’s how you got away from the (human) teacher who said she would punish you in detention one afternoon. Not wanting to stay bored out of your mind in school even after three o’clock, you slipped out and scaled the school’s wire fence even as she was below yelling at you to come back, and then leaped down to the other side without a scratch. You waved cheekily to your teacher as you left, sniggering as she kept screaming from inside the school boundaries saying she’d have you expelled for that. At least take a picture or two, honey.
None of these were an option with your okasan. She was faster and stronger than you, and doubly athletic. If you could scale fences, she could scale buildings. You could leap high, she could leap over a ten-storey building and then walk all the way to the one across on a tightrope. You couldn’t match that … yet.
You reached the edge of the bed and pressed your foot on it, preparing to leap. You focused all your energy into the jump and pushed off the edge, lifting your legs up in the triple jump hopathon position. You sailed through the air, your hips and legs raised above your mum. Ha! You were going to make it!
At least, that’s what you thought before your seven-foot okasan reached out and calmly grabbed you around your knees. She quickly flipped you around and pushed you on your butt, sending you flying back to the bed. You flailed your arms and legs as you sailed through the air. No! Not the bed! Not the fucking bed!
You landed exactly where you didn’t want to with a thud and a couple of bounces. You rolled over and almost got to your feet, but your okasan was already on top of you, laughing softly. She grabbed you around the waist and turned you over, and then dropped you. You landed across her lap with your butt sticking up in the air just like she had wanted. She dropped her hands to your ass and rubbed it, licking her lips eagerly.
‘P-please, okasan,’ you gasped, knowing you weren’t about to get free for quite some time. ‘I-I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t mean to hide things from you. I know I’ve been naughty, but please don’t punish me. I won’t do it again.’
‘Oh, guilty conscience, dear son?’ laughed your mother. ‘I already know all about it, trust me.’ She pulled out a little box from thin air, and turns it over. Your face turned pale as several bits of paper dropped out of it. They were the torn-up notes from your teachers, your report cards, test results, and pretty much everything you’d withheld from her. You couldn’t believe it.
‘How-how did you -‘ you pleaded weakly. You knew you were more screwed than ever.
‘Mothers always find out, darling son,’ replied your mother, patting your bottom. ‘I know everything you’ve been hiding from me, and you’ll get retribution for every last one. Not just this.’ She holds up your latest note and tosses it to the floor, a sad smile crossing her face. ‘I take out the garbage every single time, don’t you know? And it’s not hard to noticed you tossing something or the other into it whenever you can. You do it at separate moments so that most of the notes aren’t found in bulk, or no one can piece them together since different bits are thrown away. It took quick thinking, summoning magic, and a dark mage to put these together, esenyurt escort but at least the job was done.’
You gulped, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. If your okasan knew that much, she wouldn’t spare you in the slightest.
‘Please, okasan, please,’ you begged, a deep fear welling up in the pit of your stomach. ‘I was afraid of being punished, I didn’t think of what I was doing, and I promise it won’t happen again. You can make me do all the chores or stop me playing truant by accompanying me everywhere, but don’t do this. I’m begging you.’
Your okasan’s face softened for a while, and hope burgeoned in your chest. Maybe you were free. But then her face darkened and she shook her head. She looked down at you sadly for a while, and then her face – and resolve – hardened. She pushed your head down and prepared to spank your bottom until you couldn’t sit down.
‘They’re the same excuses anyone who’s been caught doing wrong says, dear musuko,’ she sighed. ‘And as a parent, I cannot accept that. I cannot believe you’ll just stop doing this because you were told to. You, dear child, need a reminder of what the consequences for your actions are. And that you can’t get away from them forever.’
You listened to her words, feeling like a five-year-old who was caught stealing candy and had to be disciplined. You felt small, humiliated, and embarrassed beyond measure. You were about to go to college, yet you would now be subjected to a humiliating spanking by your own mother. No one could know about this, since your friends and the rest of your family would laugh at you. You thanked the Demon Lord that the door was locked.
You were jolted out of your reverie by a hard slap across your ass. You cried out in pain, your legs kicking pointlessly and flailing in the air. It didn’t defend you from the next slap on your bottom, making you cry out louder and beg your mother to stop. She didn’t. The next slaps hit your buttocks in quick succession, hard enough to sting like hell and you were sure you’d have handprints on them for the rest of your life. You squealed in pain as your mother kept spanking you, her strong hands slapping both your cheeks quickly and in rhythm. Your ass was burning and you couldn’t even rub the pain away. Your legs thrashed around, struggling helplessly to stop her hands reaching your ass, but of course it was hands which were more suited for blocking hits. You could only bend your legs upwards at the knee, not enough to reach your ass and allow some blows to land there. And it wasn’t making anything better for you with your okasan.
‘That’s enough, son,’ she said, more sternly than usual. Despite being an ogre, she was generally very feminine and cute, in both her dressing and demeanour. She did sound like an ogre now, though. ‘If you attempt to stop me disciplining you in any way with your hands, feet, or any other part of yourself, the spanking time and intensity will be doubled, tripled, and quadrupled until you learn your lesson. Take your punishment like a big boy.’
You sniffled and sobbed, begging for relief as your mother whacked your ass with the precision and speed of a drill master. Her hands were clearly not being affected by this at all, it was your bottom which is taking the full brunt of her hits. You cried out as a particularly vicious spank jolted your ass, making your round buns bounce around like jelly with the force of her hit. She grabbed your arm, since you were struggling to cover your ass with it, turned it around, and moved it to your lower back, holding it there. Your other arm was trapped between her stomach and your own body, so you couldn’t defend yourself with it anyway.
‘Have you been naughty?’ she demanded between blows.
‘AH! I’m sorry, okasan, I’m SOHry! I WON’T displease you agaIN, ever!’ you cried out, your words going out of sync since they were said between her whacks.
‘You won’t hide notes again, will you?’
‘NO! I WILL not, okasan!’ you cried, feeling her beatings intensifying. ‘P-PLEASE forgive me!’
‘You will show me all your report cards, isn’t that right?’
‘YES! Okasan, please DON’T spank me anymore!’
‘You do not get to decide that, little one. Will you play truant again?’
‘SORRY, okasan, I’m sorry! I WON’T run away again, I swear! My behind is getting sore, PLEASE don’t hurt me!’
‘It’s nothing compared to how you hurt us, dear. I will have to continue.’
‘NO! Okasan, okasan, PLEASE forgive me! I’ve been bad, naughty, TERRIBLE! I know I deserve THIS! It HUUURTS, okasan! PLEASE don’t spank me so hard!’
Your okasan’s whacks didn’t let up at all, and though they weren’t that hard or cruel, the pain was enough to start making you cry uncontrollably. You shuddered and howled at the slaps to your bottom, whimpering like a little kid.
‘And even this is not enough,’ sighed your mother. ‘Your mockery of all your teachers calls for a bare-bottom spanking.’
‘Oh demon lord, PLEASE, no!!’ etiler escort you cried out in fear as your okasan undid the button on your jeans and pulled it down to show your briefs. She slipped her finger under the part covering your sore bottom, and tugged it down as well. She wriggled and moved your jeans and underwear around from beneath you as well as on her lap, leaving your clothes hung around your knees. She reached a hand down and patted your stinging bottom, making you cry out and move your body back and forth across her lap to alleviate the stinging.
Your mother raised her hand and brought it down over your bare bottom. You shrieked at the first feeling of a hand hitting your naked ass, the pain and stinging a lot more intense than when she did it over your clothes. You were in for a rough night.
Your mother gave you a few more whacks across your left cheek, and then your right, and then alternated between slapping your already reddened ass on either cheek, humming cheerfully as she did so. You howled, cried, sobbed and begged for mercy at each hit, telling her how sorry you were, how you’d never disobey her again, how you would make up for it by being more respectful at school, never skipping classes, and always being on time. You even offered to give her a leg and foot massage at the end of every day since they must get so sore from her walking around to feed everyone and clean the house. She said that sweet talking her wouldn’t work and you had a lot of pain to endure before she forgave you.
‘You know you deserve this, don’t you?’ demanded your okasan, hitting your bare ass with her palms.
‘AH! Sorry, okasan, sorry! I’m a disobedient little boy who needs to be spanked!
‘Is that all!’
‘I will always obey you even when I’m grown up! I know it’s – AH! – for my own good! I won’t compel you to do it again!’
‘And what else!’
‘I’ll be good to my classmates, not talk in class, listen to my teachers, and not stick my AH! My tongue out at them! I know I should – OW! – respect them, and I will do so when my spanking is over! I’m sorry, mommy! I’m sorry I obligated you to do this!’
‘Good boy, now take your due spanking.’
Your okasan spanked your ripe, red as a cherry bottom harder, this time slowing down between each spank to alternate cheeks. She would rub each one after it got its due whack, cooing soothingly in your ear and saying it was such a pity a cute little butt like yours had to look like this just because you were naughty. You had grown a little numb to the spanking and were sobbing quietly with each spank, flinching when it connected and babbling incoherently how sorry you were, that you were a disgrace, and you probably deserved to be spanked every day after returning home even if you did everything right. You knew it was starting to sound pathetic, but you just wanted the spanking to stop.
And stop it did after another five minutes. Your mother delivered a last, painful, final whack to your aching buttocks, and then laid her hands on them, rubbing them while telling you she was ashamed of herself for punishing you so much and so intensely, but bad boys would always be disciplined no matter what. She leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on each abused butt cheek of yours, much to your surprise. She placed her hands under you and helped you up, patting your head and kissing both your cheeks, whispering about how sorry she was for making you cry and that she wished she didn’t have to do it again.
Your pants and underwear had gone down around your ankles in your struggle to get away from your punishment. As you stood up, you lifted your hands to your sore ass to rub away the pain.
‘Don’t even think about it,’ your okasan said, making you freeze in your tracks. Wincing and giving her a pleading expression, you lowered your hands. ‘I’ll put some cream on it and put you to sleep. But NO rubbing from your hands, you’ve done too many naughty things with them already.’
You looked at her stern face and knew she meant what she said. Sniffling and hopping on the spot, you dropped your hands to your sides and prepared to beg her to put ointment on your beaten rear. It was really starting to hurt in the cool air, and you thought you might have bruises.
Your okasan made a noise of shock and disgust. You looked down to see her wiping a clear fluid from her thighs. Huh? There wasn’t any water around. You stared at it, trying to work out what it was. She wiped her thighs with her palms and held them out to you.
‘Look what you left on my legs, you naughty child!’ she cried.
You stare at it disbelievingly. How could you have left some clear stains on her legs? You look down at yourself and suddenly feel a hot blush of shame cover your face, going all the way down to your neck and shoulders. No wonder her thighs are wet.
Your cock had been rubbing against her thighs and become stimulated from them while she was spanking you. You’d just leaked precum over your mother’s thighs.
You looked back up to see your mother’s stern face gazing back at you. You mentally prepared for another spanking as she reached out, grabbed your penis and pulled you closer. She lowered her head and looked at the wet spot on the head of your cock, and then raised her head to look into your eyes.
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