Hell of a Pyjama Party - Sex Stories

Hell of a Pyjama Party

... glass again.

"Gotta drink it all," said Ian.

"That's right," said Angela.

"Yeah, I'll get there, I just need a moment."

"How is it?" asked Ian.

"Yeah, there's a bit of a kick to it."

"Well I can't make it easy," said Angela.

"I'm still going to crush it," said Rebecca, and she put the glass to her lips again and drank the rest.

Angela nodded. "All right, not bad. Do you want to know what's in it?"

"No thanks," said Rebecca. "I think I'd like to just move on and ask Ian," and she turned to him, "truth or dare."

"Feels like I have to pick 'dare' now," he said. "Can't go backwards, now."

Rebecca grinned. "I think I've got a really fun one."

"Hmm," said Ian. "Fun for whom, though?"

"My idea actually involves both of you. Thoughts on that?"

"So are we playing each person gets to dare both other people now?" asked Angela.

"I don't know. Kind of?" said Rebecca.

"As long as it's across the board, and not just for you, I'm down I guess," said Ian.

"Yeah, all right," said Angela.

"Great!" said Rebecca. "Ian, I dare you to give Mum a spanking, like how she used to spank you."

Ian laughed. "Like how she used to, huh? Bet you're glad you never used a wooden spoon, Mum."

"And potentially ruin my cookware?"

""Honestly, I don't remember the last time you spanked me."

"Yeah, I read up on it and it's just not very effective," she said. "Also, it's hard to spank someone taller than you."

"Well, maybe it's not a great ...

... discipline tool," he said, "but it sure is a great way to embarrass your Mum. I'm gonna take you over my knee, I guess." He sat forward on the sofa, Rebecca moved out of the way, and Angela sighed and laid face down over his knees. He raised a hand.

"Hang on," said Rebecca.

"What? This dare was your idea," said Ian.

"I said, like she used to spank you," said Rebecca. "She didn't spank you through your pants, did she?"

"What?"

Angela sighed again. "She means, I used to spank your bare bottom."

"Ohhh," said Ian. "Um. Are you all right with this, Mum? You could always just take another penalty if you want."

"No, go on."

"All right," he said. He pulled up her skirt, exposing her panties, which he pulled down to her thighs. "How did you use to do this? All in one spot? Just wherever? And how many?"

"Light stinging slaps," said Angela. "Didn't want to bruise you too much, just wanted you to feel it a bit. I don't remember how many I gave you. Sometimes it depended what you did, I guess."

"Shall we make it ten?" asked Rebecca.

"Fine," said Angela. Ian slapped her lightly on the butt. "Oh come on, you can give it a bit more than that," said Angela.

"Why are you telling me to hit you harder?"

"Because that was pathetic. At least make me feel it." Ian slapped her a little harder. "Getting there." He slapped her butt again. "Come on, my cheeks should be red after this." He slapped again, harder. "Keep it going. Get some rhythm going." With his mother egging ...