Hey there, sweethearts. It’s your girl Rachel, the dirty mommy, back with another sordid tale from my life of vice and pleasure. Today, I want to dish about the time I had to put my naughty little boy in his place – and by “in his place”, I mean bent over the couch with his ass in the air.
This young guy, bless his punk rock heart, had been mouthin’ off and pushin’ boundaries all week. Whose smart idea was it to bring home this unhinged delinquent, anyway? Oh right, mine. I swear on my pierced nipples, every decision that led me to this point was a stroke of genius.
Anyway, after witnessin’ one too many eye-rolls and bratty comments, my fuse got shorter than my miniskirt. I stormed into the livin’ room, grabbed my miscreant by the ear, and dragged him over to the sofa. “Time for a lesson, sweetie,” I said, as I flipped him around and gave his cute little butt a firm slap. “You’re gonna learn to respect me, and you’re gonna start by takin’ your punishment like a good boy.”
Whap! Another slap, this one harder, as I knelt behind him, my stilettos clickin’ on the hardwood. “Now, spread those cheeks and show me that tight little ass,” I growled, my voice dripping with lust. The filthy display of obedience was all I needed to set me off. I yanked down my thong and sank into him, my wetness swallowing his resistance.
“Mmm, fuck yes,” I moaned, as I rode him hard, my hands gripping his hips. “That’s it, take it, my dirty boy.” His whimpers and gasps only fueled my desire, and soon I was climbin’ that mountain of pleasure, ready to come undone like the dirty mommy I am.
As I finished with a satisfied grunt, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Consider yourself lucky, you little shit. Most moms wouldn’t let you sit for a week after a discipline like this. But I know you need it, so you can learn to behave for your dirty mommy.” With a final squeeze, I pulled away, my pussy still throbbin’ with the afterglow. And that, my friends, is how you teach a punk a lesson.