“Ursula, that’s enough, take responsibility for your actions, it was what you said that chased him out of your room.” “And you ran right to him, you went to his room, I heard you two in there, my slut Mother getting fucked, I heard it all.” “Ursula, that’s disrespectful and I won’t have it.” “What, calling you a slut, why, it’s true, you’re nothing but a fucking slut.” “You’ve gone too far young lady, now just shut up.” “But you are, you’re a slut, a fucking slut, slut, slut’ slut,” she chanted, her voice rising. Ursula was still dressed as she had for school, shorts and a tee shirt, she’d public kicked off her Nike trainers. “That’s it, I won’t have my daughter talking like this, calling me names. Get out of your shorts and panties and get over my lap,” Kim demanded. “No, you’re not going to spank me.” “Ursula, let me make myself perfectly clear, you ARE getting a spanking and if you aren’t over my lap by the count of ten I’m going to get the paddle. ONE...TWO...THREE...” The shorts hit the floor, the panties followed suit and she added her tee shirt for good measure. Kim pulled her left leg up onto the bed, took her naked daughter’s hand and guided her down. “Just lie still Ursula, you’re getting this for the language you used.” Her hand rested on her daughter’s tanned bottom, she was squirming, “Mommy I gotta pee,” she was nervous. Kim stood cumshot her up and led her to the en suite bathroom, she waited and watched Ursula urinate, wipe and flush then wash her hands. Kim took her hand and led her back to the bed. She took her teen down over the leg and began to spank. Ursula soon realized the paddle didn’t have much on her Mother’s hand, it stung like a wasp on her bare bottom. Kim got in a steady rhythm, from the top of her bottom, down one cheek to the crease where butt meets thigh then up the other cheek. After five minutes of steady spanking Kim stopped, saying, “I’d like an apology for what you called me.” “I’m not going to apologize, it was my turn and you are a slut, a damned man stealing slut.” Kim felt her anger ramp up, she was going to get an apology before Ursula got off her lap, she resumed the spanking. Another five minutes, Ursula was whimpering but there was no, “I’m sorry Mom.” Kim asked again, “Are you ready to apologize?” “No, I meant it.” This wasn’t working, ten minutes of pounding her daughter’s muscular derriere and her hand was throbbing. “I’m not getting through to you Ursula, get up.” The girl stood. “Bring me your hairbrush, it’s there on your vanity.” “You’re not going to use that on me, are you?” “I most certainly am, now get the damned brush before I really get angry.” Ursula got the hairbrush and reluctantly carried it to her Mother. “Back over my lap,” Kim ordered. And with a renewed vigor she went to work. The brush was heavy with a plain oak backing, asian Ursula cried out with the first stroke and was uncontrollably bawling by the eighth, Hardcore Kim paddled hard and fast, flurry after flurry, one cheek then the other. I got off the little stool and Ethan handed me asian my dress. Make Hardcore me cum with that huge-clit-dick!” She trailed public as she moaned smiled. Her heart was racing as she tried to suppress her crying in front of him. I’m not sure if she had a bra she’d pulled up teen or if she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, but she’s just flashed me her nipple! “A gift of his seed to shower us in his virility,” Minako whimpered. I doze off for twenty minutes. She carefully carried it over to him and set it down in front of him. What I did see, was a wide circle of fallen black robes with a me-sized space in the center. Certainly, taking the position of chauffeur and Jill being my trainer changed my life for the better and I am now very proud that we will be having our first wedding at the Chateau. Know.” She told the guys something in Spanish and they dismounted her. “Fuck those are beautiful!” I howled cumshot as I came in the woman's mouth a second time.