A Spanked Son In A Matriarchy - Sex Stories

A Spanked Son In A Matriarchy

... twice or thrice and land that number on his butt. Mama just like to spank and spank until Rodal’s posterior is a uniform shade of red.

And for this Ritual Adulthood version of birthday spanking, she did just that.

I kept going for as long as she did. My hand had started to really hurt by the time I got Papa’s butt to a similar color.

It’s not a punishment spanking by a long shot, but definitely a good, hard, well-felt hand spanking.

I guess if it weren’t for the naked friction between his penis and my thighs, Papa would have lost his erection by now. Olive too, if I had to guess.

Yet, when Rodal was let off Mama’s lap, his frenulum made one critical last contact with her right thigh just above the edge of her soft stocking, and he shook almost violently as three-month worth of ejaculate was deposited on her lap, spurt after powerful spurt.

Mama didn’t rush him but didn’t help him out either, and he knows better than to touch his excited penis without permission—a textbook-ruined orgasm.

Papa was more careful as he lifted himself up, or more experienced, and only discharged a long, clear trail of pre-ejaculate linking his penis to the fabric of my stocking. He was ragingly hard. I was even tempted to give him a swift swat on the middle of his bottom (with enough force to ...

... ripple into a pleasant vibration to his anus) thinking that this may take him over the edge. But I didn’t.

Then, Rodal was asked by the Priestess if he, as an adult now, has made any arrangement already with another woman to be his key-holder. Some very lucky boys manage to seduce a girlfriend into settling down, right as they pass the threshold into adulthood. It’s very, very rare, though.

Without fully recovering from his trip across his maternal lap, he barely managed to shake his head ‘no’.

The Priestess then routinely recited that default outcome. That Mama would remain his key holder until the right is transferred to a requesting girlfriend or wife in the future.

Mama then proceeded to lock his now-shrunk penis up and asked the Priestess for some ice to get Papa’s erection subdued into a suitable state for his chastity.

With the ceremony over, and men now free to be unfree under lock and key; some of the attending ladies didn’t wait to get their men home, and started pulling their household penises out of trousers and into chastity cages right there in public.

Later that day, I gave Rodal his birthday gift in the privacy of his room.

He proclaimed, with teary eyes, that it was the best gift of his life.

Mama doesn’t need to know that I have a copy of our Family Key.