Mother And Daughter: Bound Together, Caned Together, Cum Together

In the heat of the moment, I found myself blurting out, “I just wanted you to spank me!” The words burst from me like a dam breaking, fueled by frustration and desire.

“What the hell is wrong with that?” I exclaimed, my voice laced with a mix of defiance and confusion.

My husband’s response was not what I expected. “You’re not a child,” he retorted, his tone dripping with derision. “And hell, I wouldn’t even spank a child, so why on earth would I spank you?”

His words hit me like a cold shower, shattering the vulnerability I had bared. I felt a pang of hurt, aching for him to understand the raw desire pulsing through me.

“To turn me on, for one,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I turned away, feeling exposed and rejected. Without another word, I fled from the room, leaving the tension hanging thick in the air between us.

It didn’t take long for him to file for divorce; I had never returned to him after that night. He shattered my trust. I could understand if he didn’t want to indulge in spanking, that was his prerogative, but it was the disdain in his gaze, the contempt lacing his words that sliced through me like a blade.

I couldn’t stay with a man who regarded me with such revulsion, who held me in such low regard. That look, those words, they marked the irreversible end of everything between us.

Why had I brought up spanking that day? To be honest, I don’t really know. I was putting on a show for him, dancing, twerking, and even giving him head, yet all I craved was a small gesture in return. The mere thought of being spanked had always ignited a fire within me, and I yearned to experience it.

So, I mustered the courage to ask, but little did I anticipate it would lead to the unraveling of my marriage. Oddly enough, I couldn’t say I was overly distraught by it. Did I love him? Yes, with every fiber of my being. But I also needed him to honor me and my desires. For heaven’s sake, if I was willing to suck his little dick, the least he could do was to spank my sweet ass.

On that Friday night, as I shared drinks with my teenage daughter, she became a source of comfort. Her words eased my burden, affirming that my longing for reciprocity from her father was not only reasonable but also expected. While she understood the general outline of our situation, I shielded her from the intimate details. She didn’t need to know about her parents sex lives, despite her curiosity prompting many probing questions.

She knew far too much, that girl. After a few more drinks, she handed me the website address that would change my life: Punishment South West. She then casually mentioned that if I wanted spanking, that was the place to explore. I blushed bright red, and so did my daughter when I questioned how she knew about my desires and the offerings of the website.

She mumbled that she had overheard my husband and me that night and that she didn’t blame me. I was in tears at what I had put her through. Suddenly, we were hugging, both crying. After a while, we both managed to compose ourselves, and I asked her again how she knew what the website offered. She confessed that she enjoyed the same thing as I did and was a regular client.

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I knew she was an adult, but still, I never expected her to turn to a stranger for help in that regard. Sensing my thoughts, she explained that she didn’t want any of her friends to know, so she sought out Master H.

We spent the next few hours drinking and reading the stories on Master H’s website, though truthfully, most of our time was spent blushing. Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked her where her story was. I was curious, okay? I wanted to know what she had requested, to see if it matched my own desires.

All she would say was that we had already read it, before changing the subject and asking what I was going to request. I told her that it was none of her business, but she just smiled and told me not to be silly, insisting that she could help me write the story.

“Come on Mum, I know you want a spanking,” she teased, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

I rolled my eyes, attempting to conceal the blush creeping up my cheeks. “Well, if you must know, I hadn’t even considered the vanilla option,” I confessed, leaning in conspiratorially.

She leaned back, feigning shock. “You didn’t know spankings came in flavors?” she exclaimed, her laughter filling the room.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her playful antics. “Apparently not. I must’ve missed that memo,” I quipped, shaking my head in amusement.

“I didn’t think I’d need to educate you on how to get spanked,” she teased, a playful twinkle in her eyes.

I couldn’t help but join in, the tension dissipating with each chuckle. “Well, consider me a novice in the spanking department,” I admitted, a grin spreading across my face. “But hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?” I added, winking in mock confidence.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned back, ready to impart her wisdom. “Alright Mum, let me break it down for you,” she began, adopting a professorial tone. “Vanilla spanking is your classic, straightforward approach. It’s gentle, playful, probably over the knee, and more about the sensation than anything else. Think of it as stinging but not painful, just enough to hurt at the time, but not leave a lingering mark.”

As she spoke, I found myself fascinated by the nuances she described, realizing there was much more to spanking than I had ever imagined. I nodded, taking mental notes as she continued.

“Now, kinky spanking, on the other hand, is a whole different ball game,” she explained, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. “It’s all about intensity, exploration, and pushing boundaries. Expect to be tied up, maybe even suspended, a lot more force, some roleplay, and he will probably use implements like paddles, floggers, and whips.”

Really I gasped at her words. “So, which one would you recommend for me?”

She leaned back, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. “Well, that depends on your experience and pain tolerance, really,” she replied, her tone thoughtful. “If you’re just curious but a bit apprehensive, starting with a vanilla spanking might be a good idea. It’s a gentle introduction to the world of sensation play without diving headfirst into the deep end.”

I considered her words, weighing the options in my mind. “And if I’m feeling a bit more adventurous?” I ventured, eager to explore this newfound territory.

A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips. “Then you and I really need to compare notes,” she teased, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

I could sense the alcohol loosening her lips, emboldening her to share more. So, I decided to push my luck a bit further. “And what do you prefer?” I asked softly, my curiosity piqued.

She laughed, her amusement evident in the playful sparkle of her eyes. “My cute little bum is crisscrossed with cane marks,” she remarked with a hint of mischief, her tone tinged with a mix of satisfaction and teasing.

“Haha, very funny, young lady. Please, tell me the truth. I need your help here,” I pleaded, my tone a mix of exasperation and sincerity.

She rose from her seat and turned around, lifting her short skirt to reveal her bare bottom to me. The truth of what she had said became evident as I beheld her scarred skin, marked with fresh red welts and bruises covering every inch.

I gasped in shock at what I was seeing. “Oh my God, Lily, doesn’t that really hurt?”

She laughed and replied, “Not anymore Mum, no. It did yesterday when he did it. But that was the best part,” she explained, dropping her skirt and sitting down. “I couldn’t even sit until lunchtime today,” she giggled.

“I don’t know if I could tolerate that,” I whispered, still shaken by what I had witnessed.

“But you want to try, don’t you Mum?” she asked, her voice gentle but knowing, as if she understood me better than I understood myself.

Her words hung in the air, stirring something deep within me. Despite my uncertainty and apprehension, there was an undeniable curiosity, a longing to explore this newfound realm of sensation and submission. With a hesitant nod, I acknowledged the truth in her words, silently admitting my desire to delve into the unknown.

“Come with me next time I see Master H,” she suggested, her tone reassuring. “I know he will be gentle if you really can’t take it.”

I nodded, feeling a mixture of trepidation and intrigue at the thought.

“You’ll have to complete the profile form and write a story, but I can help you with that,” she offered, her willingness to assist easing some of my apprehension.

“And we can go together?” I asked nervously, the idea of facing this new experience with her by my side providing a small comfort.

She nodded again, her confidence unwavering. “If that’s what you put in the story,” she affirmed, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes. “I mean, who can resist a mummy, daughter combo?”

We both laughed at that, and started to complete the forms and story needed to requisition the services of Master H.

The story both excited and terrified me. Lily didn’t hold back on her desires, requesting to be strung up naked and whipped. While I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go that far, I did know that a vanilla experience wouldn’t be enough for me. Frustration brewed within me as I grappled with my desires and boundaries.

In the end, I made a bold decision. Whatever happened to Lily, I wanted to experience it too. So, we found ourselves both hung naked, ready to be spanked and even whipped.

Lily wrote that we were to be bound naked, face to face, on the same frame, as he only had the one. This increased my trepidation, but I was grateful that she wanted to be there for me.

She then added, ‘Whatever you can’t handle, I’ll take on for you, tenfold.'”

Her words struck me like a lightning bolt, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within me. “Are you certain about that?” I inquired, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

She nodded, her resolve unwavering. “Absolutely. We’re in this together, remember? Whatever you find too much to bear, I’ll willingly endure it in your place,” she declared, her eyes gleaming with determination.

A surge of gratitude flooded through me, intertwined with newfound courage. With my daughter standing, or bound, beside me, I felt empowered to stretch my boundaries and delve into the depths of my desires without reservation or fear.

We continued the story, until she was satisfied with it. It was rather more extreme than I would have liked but she insisted, that we could do it together.

Our real adventure began when we arrived at an empty factory in Torquay, with my daughter insisting that we were in the right place.

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