Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries

... throughout the bedroom. He fought to steady his breathing, attempting to divert his focus away from the growing warmth spreading across each strike or how utterly exposed he felt before both his aunt and cousin.

Bella sat still, her eyes widening and cheeks flushing as she watched the spanking unfold before her. Her intrigue threatened to consume her entirely, a part of her yearning to reach out and offer comfort to Taylor's reddening bottom—a foolish thought quickly extinguished by MJ's unyielding hand striking swiftly and repeatedly, reinforcing her authority.

“Bella,” MJ's voice commanded undivided attention, cutting through the charged atmosphere. “There is no room for embarrassment in this house. We take our lessons and grow from them.” She paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. “And while this is a punishment for him,” MJ gestured towards Taylor, “it serves as a reminder—to both of you—that actions have consequences.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Bella meekly replied with a flickering gaze that moved between Taylor's upturned behind and her mother's unwavering resolve.

As Aunt MJ continued to deliver firm, disciplinary spanks, Taylor struggled to suppress his body's natural reactions that betrayed more than mere discomfort. The embarrassing stiffness grew unavoidable, despite his internal pleas fading hopelessly beneath the onslaught of sensations.

In a subtle attempt to conceal the evidence pressing against his aunt's warm thighs, Taylor ...

... shifted discreetly. However, his movements only served to draw MJ's attention further. Undeterred by his struggles or the growing arousal she sensed within him, she maintained her punishing rhythm without comment—at least not verbally.

Without warning, MJ parted her legs just enough to allow Taylor's straining erection space between her supple thighs. Then, with deliberate intent, she snapped them closed—capturing him in a tight embrace of sensuous skin that promised both confinement and exquisite pleasure.

"You need to learn self-control in all aspects," she chastised firmly with an authoritative tone as she held him prisoner between her thighs. Her grip remained unyielding and purposeful as her thighs squeezed in a rhythmic pattern mirroring the steady pace of her hand delivering spanks. Each strike was amplified by the clenching around his trapped shaft—a tantalizing blend of pain and pleasure that left him teetering on the edge of blissful surrender. The mix of embarrassment and arousal heightened the experience even further—the raw contrast between discipline and sensuality solidifying MJ's control over not just his body but also his will.

"Do you understand?" Aunt MJ demanded sternly, leaving no room for argument as she tightened her thighs with calculated precision. The seriousness in her voice cut through the haze of sensations that engulfed him “Lying will only bring you more trouble,” she continued, each word marked by the firm pressure of her thighs and a ...