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Spanking Phone Sex: My Son Enjoys Beating My Ass

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I love spanking phone sex. I don’t get a lot of spanking calls, however. It is too bad too because I have a cabinet full of different things to whack my ass with on a call. I have paddles of varying sizes. I have cat of 9 tails. I have riding crops. I have a few fly swatters that really leave a mark. I have belts. I have wooden spoons and spatulas.  Of course, I have my bare hands too. I love to give my big round ass a hard swat for you. My son recently discovered my special cabinet. I guess he just discovered the key. He has always been curious about what I keep inside there. I didn’t realize he had been snooping for the key until I came home the other night and found him waiting for me with the cabinet open and an ominous looking belt in his hand. It was not a belt of mine. This was a 70s looking belt with a buckle so big it could have doubled as a serving tray. “Like bare bottom spankings, mom,” he asked with an evil grin. Although I do, that belt looked like it would hurt far beyond what I can tolerate. I think that was the point. “Bend over bitch,” he seethed. It is instinct for me to listen to a man. In this case, it was instinct to listen to a boy. I heard him crack the belt like it was a whip being used to intimidate a slave. I was a slave, I guess. The first whack is the hardest. I fought back the tears as that big ass belt buckle hit me with such force, it drew blood. I yelped from the pain. He beat my ass raw for a good 20 minutes. Why? Because, in his words, a mother shouldn’t have secrets from her own flesh and blood. I have so many more I can’t wait for him to discover. I’m such a pain slut.


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