Mommy Spanking: Mature Woman spanks Young Man and milks him
Summary:
Philipp is a guest at an older lady’s house. Eventually, she puts him over her knee and spanks his bare bottom. Afterwards, she milks him extensively and then sends him to bed.
Pants and Underwear Down: Dominant Mature Woman
I stood in her living room, my pajamas hanging limply on me, and my gaze wandered nervously around the room. The old oak of the table, the massive armchairs, everything exuded a coldness that was intensified by her presence.
She sat in her armchair, arms crossed over her chest, and scrutinized me with a smile that held nothing friendly.
I felt like a little boy, although at eighteen I was no longer a child. But before her, this woman—no, this matronly figure—I felt helpless. Her eyes seemed to pierce everything. It was clear: I was in trouble.
“Well, my dear, you know why you’re here,” she said coolly. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion. “Come here.”
My stomach tightened, but I obeyed, cautiously stepping closer until I stood directly before her. She tapped her broad hand on her thigh, as if there were not the slightest doubt about what would happen next.
“Down with your pants.”
It was not a suggestion. My heart raced. I hesitated, feeling the heat rise in my face. But I knew that resistance was futile.
With trembling fingers, I opened the waistband of my pajamas and let the pants slowly slide down. The cool air brushed over my naked legs, and I felt more ashamed than ever before in my life. There I stood before her, wearing only my thin briefs.
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“Those too,” she ordered.
My hands froze. Her gaze allowed no contradiction. Hesitantly, I reached for the waistband of my underwear, slowly pulling it down until it fell to my ankles. My naked buttocks were now defenseless, exposed, and the humiliation of standing before her like this ate deep into my insides.
Mature Woman Puts Young Man Over Her Knee and Spanks Him
“Come here,” she said sternly. “Over my knee.”
I stepped even closer, and she grabbed me firmly by the hips, pulling me roughly over her lap. My naked, unprotected buttocks stuck up in the air, my face burning with shame. Her hand stroked over my skin, as if she were memorizing every inch of my round cheeks.
“You are a naughty boy, you know that?” Her voice was now deeper, almost like a growl. “And naughty boys are punished.”
Suddenly, her hand crashed down on my bare buttocks. The impact was hard and unexpected. I flinched, my body reflexively trying to escape, but she held me tight.
Her fingers dug into my hips as she slammed the next blow onto my rear.
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Again and again, she slapped her hand onto my buttocks, a rhythmic, relentless smacking that filled the air. The pain burned in my skin, and each blow was harder than the last.
There was no escape. And no mercy. My legs kicked, my hands clawed at the carpet, but she held me with a strength I hadn’t expected.
“Stop squirming,” she said as she continued to torment my buttocks. “You’re getting what you deserve.”
I couldn’t reply; the blows took my breath away. The shame of lying so exposed over her knees burned hotter than the smacks.
My buttocks glowed; the pain was all I could feel, yet she did not relent. Her breathing remained calm as she ceaselessly spanked me. Again and again, her hand landed with a force that made my body shudder.
Handjob in the Living Room: Elderly Lady milks Young Man
After what felt like an eternity, she stopped. My buttocks were burning, my skin was certainly red and swollen, but I didn’t dare look back.
She made me stand up. My knees were shaking as I stood in front of her, my pyjamas and underpants still around my ankles.
“Look at you,” she said softly, but her words were like a blade. “A naughty little boy.”
She looked me up and down and seemed to be enjoying my humiliation. Then she stood up, stepped behind me and placed her hand on my burning buttocks. I flinched, but she held me by the waist with her other hand.
“Hush,” she commanded as her fingers slid over my aching skin. It was a strange sensation, the way she massaged the sore areas, almost caring, but at the same time, every squeeze reminded me who was in control.
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Her fingers found every sensitive spot, massaging the tension out of my buttocks until I could barely stand up straight.
“See?” she murmured as she continued to knead my buttocks. “It’s not all punishment. Sometimes you have to provide a little relief too.”
Her hand slowly slid between my legs and her fingers touched me where I was most sensitive. And where I needed it most.
I gasped. My head hung limp as she worked my member with her hand. Her fingers were more skillful than I could ever have imagined. She encircled my hard penis, massaging me firmly and purposefully as she continued to hold me by the hips.
“That’s a good girl,” she murmured, almost like a mother comforting her child. “Let it out. Mommy will take care of everything.”
Orgasm and sent to Bed with a Red Ass
I couldn’t hold back, my body obeying her movements as she milked me mercilessly.
Every pull of her hand brought me closer to the edge. She felt it, held me tighter, accelerated her movements until I finally exploded with a throaty moan.
Thick and hot, my cum squirted out of me and spread everywhere. On her hands, the floor, my clothes. Everywhere! My body trembled as she squeezed every last drop out of me.
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When she finally stopped, she let go of me and stepped back.
I stood there shakily, my heart hammering in my chest, my head empty. She looked at me with a cool smile, then reached for a bottle of wine on the table and opened it with a quick twist.
“Go to bed,” she said curtly. “We’re done for the night.”
I slowly pulled up my underpants and then my pyjama bottoms. My buttocks still ached, but I didn’t dare say anything.
Without another word, I turned around and dragged myself towards the bedroom. Her eyes followed me to the door.
And as I crawled into my bed, I heard the cork pop out of the bottle and the gentle splash of wine pouring into her glass.
That night I slept deeply, my bottom still burning, but my head was empty. She had broken me – but somehow, in a strange way, I was also relieved.
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