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Kinktober 2023 Day 18-Spanking

The Ghost and Molly McGee-Darryl/Sharon

After Sharon spanks Darryl for something he didn't do, he talks her into letting him spank her… three times

written for @kinktober2023

requested by @ramdomaxes

Warning the following story contains incest, watersports, and fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

"But Mom!" Darryl pleaded. His mother was dragging him into their house after a particular bad meeting with the principal. Molly followed, ringing the toilet water out of hair.

"Mom please believe me. I didn’t do it. Right Molly, you believe me?" One look from his sister told him that she did not believe him.

"Darryl, what you did today was not okay. And the fact you keep lying about doing it is only making it worse."

"But-"

"The only butt I want to hear is yours across my lap this instant!"

"Mom?" Darryl asked meekly.

"What you did at school today was unconscionable. If modern punishments aren't working, then I'm gonna have to go old school. And do what your Grandma Nin did to me. Spank you. So pants off mister." Sharon pointed down to emphasize her point.

"Can we not not do this in front of Molly?"

"Now!"

With a slight blush in his cheeks, the boy obeyed and undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles, leaving his bottom only in his tighty whities. Molly giggled at the sight.

"Underwear too."

Darryl obeyed, leaving his boyhood, in all its hooded glory, exposed to his mother and sister. Molly's giggling intensified. The slight blush spread to his whole face. Sharon sat down on the couch and gestured to her son to lay down on his lap. Which he did. She was struck by the sight of her son’s butt. He had definitely inherited the Suksai butt. It was round and bubbly, like hers and Molly’s. Sharon shook her head. She had a punishment to dish out.

She raised her right hand and brought it down on Darryl's buttcheeks. He cried out as her hand made contact. She raised her hand again and brought it soon again. It stung more this time. But the third time was the worst. Darryl's butt was red with a faint hand visible if you looked close enough. He rubbed it as if that could lessen the stinging.

With tears in his eyes, he pulled up his pants and ran up stairs. Molly went to her phone, probably to text one of her friends to see how they were holding up after today's events. Sharon did her best to ignore that her son was clearly sporting a boner.

About a week later, Sharon got a call from the principal again. It was about Darryl again. "My son didn't do it!?"

"It looks like we made a mistake. The culprit was a third grader named Smithy Smitherson. It just seemed like something your son would do."

"Seemed!" She had spanked her son over seemed!

"The school apologies for any misunderstanding this might have caused. Have a nice day." And then the line went dead.

"I told you I didn't do it. I told you!" Darryl shouted.

Sharon felt a pit form in her stomach. She had hit her son. What could she do now that could make up for that? “I’ll-I’ll let you spank me!” She couldn’t believe she said that.

Neither could Darryl whose eyes widened. He smelled weakness, weakness he wanted to exploit. “Like that’s gonna ever make up for what you did to me.” He turned his back to her while folding his arms to sell it.

Sharon was at a loss. “Three times. I’ll let you spank me three times. Whenever and wherever you want!” Did she really blurt that out?

Darryl grinned to himself. With one eye open he said, “That’s fair. You spanked me so I get to spank you. See you around Mom.” As he walked off, Sharon put her face in her hands. What the hell did she agree to?

She got to see what she had agreed to in two weeks. Darryl had made no signs about they’re deal. Sharon needed help grocery shopping and Molly was in the Ghost World with her friends on an adventure and her husband was working for some much needed extra income. So she thought nothing of it when she invited Darryl on the trip.

“Sure,” he shrugged, not even looking up from his swap. Sharon was about halfway through the list when she felt a tug on her shirt. “Mom now.”

“Now..?” Shannon asked, generally unsure what he meant.

“Now.” Something in Shannon’s brain clicked and she knew what he had meant. “Oh no. No, no. Not here Darryl, it’s a grocery store.”

“You said anyplace, anytime.”

“But people are watching.”

“You let Molly watch you spank me.”

Sharon sighed. She had nothing.

“Turn around.” Darryl twirled his finger. His mother listened. Blushing, she put her hands against the self and stuck her butt out. “Pants off Mom.” She undid her jeans and let them fall down to her ankles. She was wearing pink panties that didn’t quite cover the whole of her ass. While the store wasn’t busy, it wasn’t empty. And there were people in the same aisle. And they were whispering. “Underwear too.” Should have seen that coming. She pulled down her panties, exposing her ass to her own son. The whispers got louder.

She felt his hand come down on her buttcheek. He smacked it with such force her all butt jiggled. It stung. Then Darryl walked away.

“Sweetie?”

“What, I never said they would be right after each other,” he shrugged.

Doing her best to ignore the stares and whispers as she pulled back up her pants. As she did her best to ignore how turned on she was.

The next spanking came just two days later. Shannon was in her basement doing some painting. Darryl walked in and sat down behind her. She felt her heartbeat get faster. After a few moments of silence, he said, “Now.”

Shannon undid her pants, trying not to do it too fast. She didn’t want Darryl to know how much she was enjoying this. She felt Darryl get closer. To her shock, she felt his crotch rubbing against her bare ass. This was… this was so bold. He was testing their boundaries. She heard his shorts unzip. There was a few moments of silence, before he spanked her ass as hard as he could. Shannon let herself moan. Darryl didn’t stick around and quickly left the basement. As she went to pull her pants up, she got an idea. She completely removed her underwear and left them in the basement as her jeans went back on. She checked on them an hour later and they were gone.

Indeed Darryl had taken his mother's panties. The pink par was wrapped around his little cock as he furiously jacked himself off. Christ this felt so good. They smelled and were slightly damp. "Aaaaah." Darryl came, staining the panties with his semen. He just realized that he had no idea what to do with them now that he was finished. The fact he was slightly light headed wasn't helping matters. He just decided to toss it in his laundry basket and figure something out before laundry day. More importantly, he needed to pee. So Darryl walked out into the hall to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t until he saw Molly blanch, that he realized that he didn't put his pants back on.

"Darryl, ew. Hide your shame."

"Don't see you giggling now," he grumbled as he went into the bathroom to relieve himself.

The final spanking happened the very next day. The McGees took a trip to the Brighton Asian Community Center. With Brighton not having a big enough communities of Thai, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. They all branded together to form an Asian multicultural community. It wasn’t much but it was nice to catch up with people with similar experiences.

Sharon sat with the kids, listening to the community leader tell the weekly report. She made sure that everyone, including Molly, was too zoned out to notice what she was about to do. She tapped Darryl on the shoulder and he instantly knew what was going on. The two quickly made their way to somewhere private. There was a small Buddhist Temple room, empty for another half an hour. The mother and son entered the room.

"Now," Darryl said. He was breathing heavily. His mom pulled her pants down, revealing her bare ass to him. Oh jeez, she didn't even wear panties today.

"What are you waiting for Darryl? Let's finish this." Darryl smacked her ass the hardest he ever did. "Oh fuck!" She didn't even try to hide how much she liked it.

It was finished. Darryl had paid his mother back. Despite this, neither of them said anything. Sharon made no motion to cover her bare ass. Darryl stared at the red hand he put on his own mother's butt cheek. He undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. Without a word, Sharon spread her legs for him. This was the first time Darryl had gotten a good look at a vagina. His mom's pink slit was shiny with slick and shrouded by coarse black hair that went to her taint. He slowly inserted himself into her.

Sharon let out a little squeak as her son's dick thrusted into her pussy. He wasn't large by any stretch of the imagination. He was still a boy. But what he lacked in size, Darryl made up for in raw talent. His little cock was hitting all the right spots in her.

Her son meanwhile was in absolute heaven. He had masturbated maybe like a million times, but nothing could have prepared him for this feeling. Mom was soft and warm and oh did she feel good.

"Aw, aw. Mom."

"Does this feel good sweetie? Is Mommy making you feel good?" She looked back to see her son's face.

He nodded with a grunt. "Hmm mmm."

"That's good. You're making Mommy Feel good too. Very, very good."

As his hips smacked into her jiggling butt, the sound of smack, smack, smack echoed across the room. The place empty save for them and the large styrofoam budda.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

"Go it honey. Give Mommy a creamy center."

Darryl shot his first load into her, and another, then another. Shannon could feel her son’s warm seed filling her up. He sure was cumming a lot for a little gut. He fell back exhausted. Sharon felt great but she hadn't cum yet. She could finish herself off and teach Darryl how to properly make a girl cum later. Right now she needs to be a mom.

She gave him an open mouth kiss. Her tongue touching his, awakening him. "Did that feel good?"

"Uh huh."

"Good. Now be honest with me. Do you need to pee?" He nodded. "Right, I'm gonna put your penis in my mouth, and you can go in there."

Darryl's eyes widened. "Mom!"

"It's bad to hold it in honey." Giving his little pecker a few strokes, she popped his thing into her mouth. With a sigh Darryl released himself, peeing into her Mother's mouth. Darryl was impressed as she effortlessly gulped down every drop. As she pulled back up her jeans, she kissed him in the cheek.

"Ew, Mom." But he laughed as he said it.

She helped her son put his pants back on. "The laundry is almost done. You can keep my panties. We're going to be doing a lot more of this kind of thing." As his cum dripped out of her pussy onto her jeans she held his hand, fingers intertwined. The two walked back to the group. This was a whole new day.

[sjaneart]

What’s in the pool?

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The first incident was recorded on August 7th, 2005.

It was a bright, sunny Georgia day when 7 year old Joe Michelson was at the Smitherson County public pool. His mom, Wendy Michelson, watched over him as he played with his friends.

His friends, Rose Hartsworht and Fred Dunkley, started a competition to see who could touch the bottom of the pool.

Fred went first and missed the bottom of the pool by nearly a foot. Rose went second, only an inch away from touching the concrete.

But when Joe went only his bones would resurface.

His mother screamed. A lifeguard dove into the blood filled pool.

The lifeguard would be recorded as the second Smitherson County pool incident.

Their funerals were held nearly a week later, with only their bones resting in their coffins.

The pool was quickly shut down and inspected, but no one could put together how such an incident occurred. There was no way people could have known this was only the beginning-

-the beginning of their lives being taken over by unspeakable horrors.

[once-was-muses]

『 𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 』 .

repost   with   the   information   of   your   muse   ,   including   headcanons   ,   etc.   if   you   fail   to   achieve   some   of   the   facts   ,   add   some   other   of   your   own   !

NAME. Abaeze Philip Ojomo

AGE.   29 (circa 1988 when got Snatched™️, actually 64)

SPECIES. Human(?)

GENDER.   Male (cis, he/him)

ORIENTATION.   Homosexual

INTERESTS. Cars, maths, chess, stargazing, classic literature and poetry, music- Philip's interests are a little all over the place.

PROFESSION.    Pre-Fog, Autohaven was the first and only Actual Job he'd had. Before then, it was just odd jobs where he could get them, doing whatever meneal thing people would pay him for.

BODY TYPE. Long and lanky, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Muscular, but in a lean and wiry fashion.

EYES.   Once a dark but soft brown, now solid black with pupils that reflect light. Upturned, with heavy lids that give him the appearance of being constantly worried or saddened.

HAIR.   Rich black, kept long in braids- along with a short goatee- ever since he moved to America. Pre-Fog, he kept as good care of his braids as he could, taking them out at least once a week to wash his hair and redo them. Nowadays, the most he does with them is pick any stray twigs or leaves out, making sure the chain links he's woven in are still in place.

SKIN.   Before the Fog, his skin was naturally deep brown but offset by the lighter scar tissue washed across his form. Now, it's as if the melanism in his skin has taken over every other pigment, the bark-like hide now covering him black as midnight.

FACE.   Jaw is angular with a blunt chin, defined cheekbones and a broad nose. Lips are full and seem permanently pulled down at the edges.

HEIGHT.   7'8" (or 6'4" before the Entity's transformation)

COMPANIONS. Very little, both in the past and present. Angelino Azimov, his boss at Autohaven, and his ex Royce Delaney were the closest he'd been to another human being since his entire family was taken. He finds the vast majority of company in the Fog obnoxious at most amicable- with the exception of Rin, Carmina, Ms. Smitherson, the littles Legionnaire, and (in small doses) Max.

ANTAGONISTS.   There are far too many to name. One already mentioned above. It's much simpler to leave it at that.

COLORS.   Blues, browns, greys, white, and black

FRUITS.   Citrus, especially lemon. It's his favorite flavor for sweets, too.

DRINKS.   Water is the only option anymore. But he occasionally misses Ale 8, a soda he'd bought on a whim at a (unaffiliated) gas station and continued to buy a bottle of when his monthly paycheck rolled in (read: was handed to him in small bills) as a sort of tradition.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ?  He's never been particularly interested in alcohol, despising the taste. The only alcoholic drink he ever liked was a pink lemonade wine cooler.

SMOKES ?  As morbidly ironic as it is considering his childhood, he developed a smoking habit shortly before coming to America. Needless to say he doesn't get much of a chance to continue with this in the Fog.

DRUGS ?   Never. He saw what it did to some of the soldiers razing his home country, what happened when some of his people got ahold of it, lived only a few blocks from a regular spot for junkies- not to mention the assumptions that followed him as a black man in the 70s and 80s. Anything that could've tempted him on the streets didn't have much of a chance to charm him.

DRIVERS LICENSE ?   He never had a driver's license. (But that didn't stop Azimov from having him move the cars in and out of the garage and around the lot. Or messing around in the driver's seat of one of the staff lorries.)

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[ramonmeimer]

Three sundays in a week by Edgar Allen Poe

Three Sundays in a Row by Edgar Allen Poe  is definitely not one of his best works even though it has examples of good humor and in my opinion it is a disgusting story.  The story talks about a young man and his cousin Kate who are lovers and want to get married but their hero of a uncle named RumGudgeon or Kate's father doesn't approve of this marriage and makes the mistake of saying that he will allow the two to marry only if there are three sundays in a week. But the couple do get married somehow at the end of the book. 

The story starts off with the main character of the young man explaining his dislike for his uncle RumGudgeon. The young man, who was two faced towards the uncle even before requesting to marry his daughter, threw imaginary insults against him. In his head he called RumGudgeon insults such as old rascal, dumb headed, obstinate etc. His whole life the uncle had been friendly towards the main character and always joked with him so there really would have been no reason for them to have bad blood. But as the young man explained he was tired of his old annoying jokes this was due to the young man's parents dying and him having to live with the uncle for the most of his childhood. 

When the day finally came that the young man asked rumgudgeon if he could marry his daughter the uncle was furious. This was due to multiple reasons. Reasons such as even back in 1841 marrying a cousin was seen as disgusting but this could have been also because the uncle had a rich and big estate that he did not want the main character to have after his passing. Finally, to close off the argument the uncle said : “I will let you marry my daughter when there are three Sundays in a week”. The young man said fine and left. 

When finally kate, rumgudgeons daughter finds a loophole. After some time a few of the daughter's sailor friends come back from around the world trips. These two sailors were captain pratt and captain Smitherson. While telling stories to Kate about their trips Kate realizes that when captain Pratt who sailed west lost a day and captain Smitherson who traveled east and gained a day. She realized that in fact there could have been three Sundays in a row. She was very excited. 

Very excited Kate and the young man go and tell this paradox to the uncle. The uncle lets out a long sigh and says: “Afterall I am a man of my word”. And let’s the couple marry after all. There the story ends with uncle rumgudgeons admitting defeat. 

In conclusion this is one of Edgar Allan Poe's weaker stories. It provides some element of humor but the message/point of the story could have been expressed through a better story. The humor in the story is bland just as the main character explained the uncle's humor. The point of there is always a way. 

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

- Lavender smitherson -

was trying to make it look like her blue hair was glowing totaly forgot how to do that in traditional art :V

Art,Lavender (c) Hardsara

[mostcreativetitle]

Week 1 / Day 1 - Couch to 80k

This is week 1 of the 8-weeks couch to 80k course.

I learned that most of what you write is going to be rubbish, and that’s ok!

For the first exercise: list as many names as you can in 10 minutes! Here we go:

Anna Smitherson

Millie Marteen

Jacob Rupert

Robert Odessa

Mario Franceschini

Roberto Marchese di Robera

Marcus Powell

Dino Dandini

Zara Periwinkle

Podrie Maroon

Maria Zanoni

Kayle McBride

Brannon Potter

Margaret Knight

Giovanni Yhnes

Ramya Vishnu

Bobo Bubu

James Johnston

Jimmy Qubert

Prancie Shmansy

Umbert Francoise

Amelie Mortadella

Ignazio de la Vega

Zoro Jaen

Hilda Sturmgarten

Hans Friedrich

Kianu Hashimoto

Tako Tsubo

Lima Losange

Vicky Tanaka

Esper Jasper

Wendy Norbert

Seamus O’Neill

Giobbe Umbroso

Anji Mito

William Tellington

Rory Lionson

Squeaky Jim

Short Bob

Tall Alice

Charlie Chocolate

Xavier Wheeliebob

Andre Degiant

Ernesto Lolomoncolo

Doris Carpenter

Wally O’Brian

Canesto Ignominiato

Rosa Barbarossa

Bonnie Clue

Nancy Brew

Othello Maniscalco

Oscar Afone

Mascia Hindeburg

Mitch Babish

Toto Africano

Ines Athene

Gengis Flan

Narturo Munch

Margaret Klischo

Pete Gott

Gottfried Jagermanstrel

Mimmo Luigi Maria Connivato

Herbert Oblo’

Caronte Shipman

Entrecote de Bouf

Ramon Pamplona

I have written 66 names!

[monsterkidz]

comunque voglio vedere un episodio de "Gli Occhi del Cuore" diretto e girato da Rokko Smitherson.

[redactedforyourhealth]

imagine: a fan blog for documentaries

matt smitherson from 10 Mystery Secrets of Ancient Russia is my blorbo

etc

[xxemomcr-fan2003xx]

Dear tumblr

Today I drew myself as Gerard way. I’m a cat boy but I’m also really emo. Like I’m so emo. I haven’t met anyone more emo than me.

I went outside for the first time in a month. I HATE the sun. It hurts my flesh. Vitamin D? More like vitamin death. I wear heavy eyeliner because it reduces glare like a cheetah. Im so cool and I don’t think anyone else in my middleschool is as cool as me. They just don’t get me. They don’t even like My Chemical Romance. How dare they. Mrs. Smitherson can suck my dragon kin NARDS.

[posts-from-the-realm]

Characters as Onion Headlines

Cardew: Neither Boss Nor Employee Paid Enough To Deal With Each Other

Charity: Genuine Love And Respect Only Thing Holding Area Relationship Together

Inari: Her Holiness Has Repeatedly Stated This Is Not A Cult

Jin: Somebody's Got to Save This Country From Certain Doom, And Let's Face It, That Person Is Me

Jindra: Area Woman Accepts Burden Of Being Only Person On Earth Who Understands How World Actually Works

Kaiya: Fast-Learning New Hire Gains Quick Grasp Of How Terrible Job Is

Marigold: It’s Not An Easy Thing To Admit When You’re Wrong, And That’s Why I Won’t Do It

The Matron: Nation Impressed By Feats Of Very Strong Little Girl

Ragnvald: Badly Injured Man Not Done Partying Yet

Sable: If I'm So Crazy, Then Why Do People Keep Having Sex With Me?

Smitherson: ‘Well, Well, Well, Not So Easy To Find A Mayor That Doesn’t Suck Shit, Huh?’

[vixsims]

Elmspire 

Heather Merryweather: After work I head on over to my friend Samantha’s house for our weekly game of Mahjong and tarot card readings. She lives right down the road from the office but I take my broom anyway. I just love flying! Samantha has such a gorgeous house, doesn’t she? It’s a lovely Victorian, three floors, with her workshop and library up at the top. I’m simply in love with this minty-blue dollhouse. If I didn’t practically live at the office I’d get myself a place like this. 

[honeyplath]

what's the point of livin if i'll never be able to travel back in time to meet my blorbo 26y/o rokko smithersons regista de paura and listen to lana del rey's ultraviolence with him while driving on the grande raccordo anulare

[g4zdtechtv]

Trailer Park - Accounting+ (PSVR)

It ain’t like any accounting jobs you’ve ever taken.

[collectionds]

90. Pamela Jones Espinal.