Mom Caught Me Watching Anal Porn and Made Me Spread for the Family Paddle

This is my family paddle. It’s been used on me plenty of times over the years, but I still can’t believe that now, at 26, I got it again.

I came home for a week because I had some time off work. The second I walked through the door Mom started listing chores she needed help with. I said “sure” and then completely forgot. Instead I parked myself on the couch and watched a movie. Later she asked me again to help with the dishes. I said “sure” again… then opened my Samsung Galaxy Note 9 and started playing PUBG Mobile. She was already getting pissed.

That evening she asked me one more time to help clean the bathroom. Once again I said “sure,” walked into my old room, opened my laptop, and decided to watch porn instead. Not regular porn. The kind with those huge, ridiculous anal object insertions. I was really into it when the door opened.

Mom stood there for a second, stared at the screen, and just lost it. Long, loud scolding about disrespect, about still acting like a teenager, about the filth I was watching in her house. When she finally stopped talking she pointed at the bed and said the words I hadn’t heard in years:

“Jeans and panties all the way down. Lie on your belly. Pillow under your hips. Reach back and spread those cheeks as hard as you can. And keep them open.”

I did it. Face down, pillow propping my hips up so my ass was high, both hands grabbing and pulling my cheeks apart until the stretch burned. For some reason my butthole was already a little open, probably from what I’d been watching. She came back with the old wooden family paddle, looked straight at it, and actually commented on it while she started.

The first few hits landed dead center between my cheeks, right on the sensitive skin and the rim of my hole. Hard, solid smacks that made a wet, meaty sound. Every time the paddle connected it flattened the soft flesh and then left a bright, stinging heat. She kept aiming for that exact strip, the thin skin between my hole and my pussy, the tight crease, the hole itself. After ten or so I was already yelling. After twenty I was crying hard, tears running sideways across my face into the sheets.

She didn’t care. If my hands slipped even a little and the cheeks started to close, she stopped, made me spread them wider again, and started the count over. We restarted five separate times. By the third restart my whole crack was a deep, furious red. The skin between my cheeks was swollen and shiny. My hole looked puffy and slightly gaped, the rim darker and irritated from the repeated direct hits. The paddle kept slamming into that same abused strip over and over, hard, deliberate, no mercy.

I was sobbing, legs shaking, fingers digging into my own ass trying to keep it open while she just kept smashing that paddle into the most sensitive parts of me. The skin was hot, throbbing, and starting to feel raw. Every impact sent a sharp, electric sting straight through my hole and up my spine. I lost count somewhere around forty, but she later said it was fifty in total. Fifty full force paddle strokes concentrated on the inside of my cheeks, my butthole, and the soft, tender flesh right above my pussy.

When she finally stopped, I couldn’t even close my legs properly. My ass was on fire, the entire area between my cheeks a deep, mottled red, the hole still slightly open and pulsing. She left for a minute and came back with aloe vera. She sat on the edge of the bed and carefully smoothed the cool gel over the swollen, battered skin, gently working it into the crack and around my sore hole while I kept crying into the pillow. It stung at first, then soothed.
We didn’t talk much after that. She just kept rubbing the aloe in until the worst of the heat faded, and somehow it turned into one of those quiet, weirdly close moments we only ever have after she paddles me. I was still sniffling, bare-assed, legs shaky, but the anger was gone on both sides.

I still can’t believe the family paddle got used on me again at twenty six. And I still can’t believe how thoroughly she destroyed the skin between my cheeks and the hole itself. It’s been two days and sitting down still reminds me exactly where every single one of those fifty strokes landed.