Ever since Pete and Stacy had been simultaneously spanked by her mom, they had been trying to figure out how to create another scene. The high they'd been on for weeks was waning. The tricky part was keeping her mom in the dark about their intentions, so they could manufacture a real punishment. 

Also, they were hesitant to put a plan into action. Sure, an impending punishment was thrilling and intoxicating, but the pain they knew they were going to endure during it was formidable, especially because they knew they weren't in control of what would happen, but that also added to the thrill. 

As a young couple does from time to time, Pete and Stacy were fighting about something completely unrelated. As their bickering came to a head, they began shouting and cursing at each other in her bedroom. They both had no idea that her mom had just gotten home. She listened to their unhealthy rants go on and on and decided to put a stop to it. She grabbed the paddle and made her way upstairs. 

Their fighting was interrupted as she burst through the door, holding the paddle. Shocked at the sudden interruption, they both stood there looking at her mom, mouths open.

"Oh, don't stop for me. It sounded like you guys were having a productive conversation," she said sarcastically. She continued sternly, "Stacy, you know better than to use your words in such a filthy manner. I thought I taught you better than that. Apparently, I didn't do a good enough job." 

Turning to Pete, she continued, "And Pete, you think it's okay to come to my house and yell and cuss out my daughter? Real big man you are. You know full well how to talk and act like an adult. I'm so sick of hearing you guys bicker and fight. Let's have the paddle do the talking."

Pete and Stacy looked at each other. They had not planned for this to happen, and it was jarring. In all their scheming, they'd never be able to recreate something like this. This was as real as it could get—the sinking feeling in the pits of their stomachs when they saw the paddle, the angry look pasted on her mom's face, the stern scolding. They were about to get their butts blistered, and they knew they'd earned it.

"Clothes off now! I want both of you to bend over the bed on opposite sides, facing each other. Elbows down, legs straight."

Stacy and Pete complied, eyes cast downward as they stripped completely naked. They made their way to opposite sides of the bed and bent over. Their faces were only about a foot apart as they bent forward on Stacy's full-size bed. Their eyes met briefly before averting down to the bed. 

Stacy's mom patted the paddle on her palm as she paced the room.

"I hate having to discipline you two like this, but it is imperative that you learn how to behave and interact with each other in a healthy way. You need to know there are consequences to your words and actions, because what you say to people matters. Your words can cause hurt or healing, depending on how you use them. Take it from me; the consequences and regrets will eat you up and hurt internally far more than this paddle can hurt you on the surface."

They listened to her postulate as they held their vulnerable positions. She walked around Stacy and held the paddle against her bare ass. "Tell me, Stacy," she said quietly. "Do you deserve this?" Stacy took a deep breath and nodded. "How many do you deserve?" her mom continued. Stacy paused, pondering the proposition. She looked at Pete for some kind of direction, and he looked blankly back at her. Not knowing what to say and riddled with guilt, she replied, trembling, "twenty-five."

"Do you think that's enough to teach you a lesson?" her mom pressed. 

"Thirty?" Stacy squeaked out questioningly.

"Very well, then. We'll start with thirty," she said, raising the paddle and bringing it down hard with a deep, resounding smack. Pete watched Stacy's face contort in pain, her mouth wide open in surprise and eyes closed. He watched her breasts as they hung freely. His penis started rising as he watched her mom slam the paddle into her ass again.

Stacy's knees buckled as she struggled to handle the pain that was searing deep into her bottom. 

"Keep your legs straight. Don't make me have to tell you again. Pete, hold her hands in place," her mom instructed. Pete obediently grabbed Stacy's trembling hands and pinned them down to the bed. Stacy straightened her knees once again as she was met with another blistering swat. She cried out and squeezed Pete's hands intensely. The pain was unbearable as three more swats rained down on her stinging ass. 

The paddling continued as Stacy was crying and straining with each stroke. After fifteen, Pete's hands were almost being crushed by her grip as she squeezed in agony. Her mom gave her a brief break as her ass throbbed in the air.

"Look at you two holding hands. See, it's not so hard to get along when the threat of the paddle is imminent," she said sarcastically. "Pete, it seems you're enjoying yourself," she said, calling attention to his erection. "It looks like we'll have to deal with your naughty thoughts on top of your bad behavior." He knew there was nothing he could say. Watching Stacy's beautiful body react to getting paddled over and over was insanely arousing. 

The next swat came out of nowhere, forcing Stacy forward, making her almost bump heads with Pete. The next few swats came hard and fast. Stacy's breathing grew heavy as she endured the remaining swats from the wicked paddle with her face buried in the covers. The last swat finally came. Her mom traced her fingers over her red bottom as she caught her breath.

Looking at Pete, she said, "It's your turn. How many do you deserve?" Pete wanted to give a lowball answer, like three, but knew it probably wouldn't go well for him. He also felt like he had to say more than Stacy did to maintain his manhood. He answered, "Forty."

"Really! You think you can handle forty?" she asked, scoffing.

He nodded, trying to mask his fear from Stacy.

"Okay then, forty it is. You certainly deserve it," her mom said as she circled around the bed to where he was bent over. He presented his ass to her as he grasped Stacy's hands. He felt the heavy wood pat his bare ass, his heart beating hard with anticipation. Stacy watched as his erection seemed to grow even larger. 

The paddling began shortly, and the burning was immediate, as Stacy's mom tore Pete's ass up.

"Ohhh, my god," he breathed out through gritted teeth as he tried to hide his discomfort from Stacy. He felt so vulnerable, bent over naked, as the heavy instrument continued striking him. The pain erased any arousal he had, and his penis shrank to normal size as he focused on getting through the intense impact. 

She continued past twenty swats without a break. His short breaths turned into low growls with each loud smack. She increased the intensity, swinging the paddle faster and harder. His growls turned into one long agonizing groan as she finished up the last ten as hard and as fast as she could. He collapsed onto the bed as soon as she finished. 

She set the paddle down, chuckling, "We're not done yet. Stacy, go get my wooden spoon from the kitchen. Pete needs to learn to keep his thoughts in check." Stacy left the room to retrieve the spoon. As soon as she left, her mom sauntered behind where Pete was still bent over and leaned over him with her lips to his ear. She reached between his legs and squeezed his balls in her hand as she growled in his ear, "I need your cock inside me!" She gave his balls a firm squeeze before letting him go. Stacy returned shortly with the spoon and handed it to her mom. 

"Pete, stand up, back to the wall," her mom demanded. Pete stood up and backed up to the wall, wondering what was about to come next. "Maybe you'll think twice about entertaining those arousing thoughts if the penalty is getting twenty smacks to your penis," she said sternly. His breath left him as he realized what was about to happen. She turned to Stacy. "Stacy, kneel in front of him and tease him. I want his penis hard so the spoon will have something to hit."

Stacy obediently kneeled in front of Pete and started touching him intimately, cupping his balls and tracing her fingers up and down his shaft. Just seeing her kneel in front of him naked and looking up at him in submission to her mom started bringing his arousal back. As his penis rose to attention again, Stacy put it deep into her mouth and gave him one long, sensuous suck before releasing him. His erection stood tall as Stacy's mom handed the spoon to her. "Give him twenty smacks right on the shaft," she demanded. 

Stacy was getting very aroused. "Can I do it hard?" she asked her mom enthusiastically.

"Yes, very hard. You're next, and Pete won't be holding back. I want you two to remember this for a long time." 

Stacy stood up next to Pete and slightly bent over to line up the spoon on his penis. She tapped it with the spoon, not wanting to miss. His penis bobbed up and down. She brought the head down solidly onto his sensitive member with a loud "pop."

"Harder," her mom said as she looked on disapprovingly. 

Stacy brought the spoon down harder, near the tip of his penis. Pete doubled over in pain. 

"Stand up straight," her mom ordered abruptly. "Go faster, Stacy; I don't have all day."

Stacy began spanking his penis faster, making him cry out loud. The faster she went, the more clumsy and erratic the spanks were. His dick was swollen and glowed red by the time she was done. Pete felt like his penis was on fire. 

Stacy's mom sternly commanded her, "Give me the spoon and get on the bed. I want you on your back with your legs up." Her mom took the spoon from Stacy and handed it to Pete. She then walked up to where Stacy lay down and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs straight up and spreading them apart. "Put your hands above your head and grab the spindles of the headboard. Pete, come here. You're going to spank her exposed pussy hard twenty times."

Pete obediently positioned himself between her legs and rested the head of the spoon against her delicious, tender lips. Stacy had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. Her mom held her legs apart as Pete brought the spoon up and smacked her directly on her pussy. Her body immediately tried to curl up in self-protection as her mom held her in place. Pete landed the next spank a little lower, near her anus. Her sweet cries filled the room. 

He peppered her most sensitive areas with stinging spanks as her mom held her legs wide open. Both Pete and Stacy were incredibly aroused by her vulnerability and exposure. 

Stacy gripped the headboard hard as she tried to endure the harsh stinging. She felt so controlled with Pete having full access to her. Her arousal was showing, darkening the wooden spoon with her wetness. Pete was enjoying it as well as he spanked her most sensitive parts hard. Pete left her pussy and the surrounding area red and puffy and handed the spoon, damp with Stacy's arousal, back to her mom. Her mom released her and grabbed the spoon as Stacy curled up on her side in pain. Her mom gathered the paddle and the spoon. "I hope you two have learned your lesson." She gave Pete a steamy look that only meant one thing and left the room. 

Pete stayed with Stacy, cuddling with her on the bed. "That was intense," she said. 

Pete nodded in agreement. 

"I want to be held like that and fucked," she admitted. 

"I was hoping you'd say that. Grab the headboard again and hang on."

Stacy reached above her head and gripped the spindles of the headboard. Pete watched lustfully as she opened her legs for him. Her pussy was still raw from the spanking but was brimming with her sweet juices. Pete entered her, driving himself as far as he could inside her. She gasped but held on. He pushed up on her legs, folding her over, and fucked her hard.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice low. He finished inside her but kept thrusting until she came as well. 

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I've never been fucked so hard in my life."

Pete smiled confidently at her, trying to catch his own breath. "It won't be the last time either," he promised. 

Stacy went to the bathroom to shower, and Pete exited the room in search of her mom. He didn't bother getting his clothes. He knew she was waiting for him. Her demanding words rang in his ear, stiffening his spent cock again. Not finding her in the main rooms, he approached her bedroom, noticing the door slightly ajar. He pushed the door open, and sure enough, she was lying naked on the bed, waiting for him. She smiled upon seeing him open the door. "What took so long? C'mere hun, mommy needs a good fuck."

He mounted her and stuck his hard cock deep inside her waiting pussy. It didn't take long before he was rocking back and forth aggressively. "Ohhh, that's a good boy," she purred as he slid in and out of her. She reached around him and gripped his ass, shoving him into her. Her fingers reignited the pain on his backside as she dug her nails into his bruises. She reached her fingers farther between his cheeks, scraping the edges of his hole with her sharp nails. The mix of pain and pleasure in his sensitive area brought him close. He continued thrusting hard as she squeezed him into her. With equally loud moans, they both erupted in violent orgasms.

Pete collapsed on her chest, completely spent. "You were so good for me today," she purred, comforting him with gentle rubs. Pete felt like he was in heaven.

They heard the shower water turn off upstairs, so Pete hurriedly returned to Stacy's bedroom to reunite with her, keeping his secret relationship with her mom intact. He was living an absolute fantasy, having sexual and punishment access to Stacy and her mom.