You better march yourself up those stairs and assume the position on my bed young man. I’m nowhere near done spanking you yet!
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You better march yourself up those stairs and assume the position on my bed young man. I’m nowhere near done spanking you yet!
Julie was an Autistic girl with a sore, freshly spanked bottom. She lay on her belly, feeling a roller coaster of emotions, sobbing into the pillow as her sensitive autistic butt cheeks throbbed and stung terribly from the disciplinary spanking her mom had just given her. Her mom had scolded her for how she was acting that morning, for being very slow to do her chores and talking back. Mom had pulled her pants and panties down, then spanked her buttocks hard and long with her hand, then her hairbrush, then a tawse, and then finishing up with a switch. It was the sort of major spanking she was used to getting every three to five weeks. Minor spankings that were just firm, bare bottom hand spankings came every two or three days.
Julie felt disturbed and panicky as she heard one of her mom's friends coming in and heard them chatting. It was a friend Julie liked and was usually quick to rush and see. The friend knew Julie was Autistic and felt very appreciated being one of Julie's chosen people. But Julie stayed where she was, frozen and not about to come see the woman when she had a red butt and a tear-stained face.
Julie could hear them talking. Friend: "Where's Julie? She always runs out to see me."
Mom: "Oh, she probably doesn't want to come out today."
Friend: "Why?"
Mom: "I spanked her a few minutes ago!"
Friend: "You...you spanked her? But isn't she Autistic?"
Mom: "Yes, she's Autistic! But I still spank her! I try to be understanding of her different way of thinking, but her having Asperger's doesn't mean she can do anything she wants and never be disciplined for poor behavior. So spankings are necessary. I always kiss her and give her reset space after spanking her."
Friend: "That makes sense. I know you love her, and want what's best for her. Just never expected an Autism mom to also be a spanking mom! But your approach sounds like a caring balance of understanding and discipline."
Mom: "Thanks! I'm glad you understand and aren't freaked out. I do my best to give her what she needs to thrive with Autism, she has noise-canceling headphones and stim toys and books. But I also spank firmly for discipline and don't let her think she can just do anything at all."
Julie blushed hearing this discussion and buried her head deeper in the pillow, wondering if she could face either of them again. She would, but for now she wanted to just disappear.
Dad throatfucking his son, groaning about how tight his unwilling throat is as he gags and pushes at his hips, burying his son’s face into his crotch just to watch how he panics, how the tears well in his eyes as he starts to choke on his cock, swallowing, gagging, barely able to breathe all while he looks up for pity that he isn’t going to get.
Really normal about throatfucking.
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