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How ridiculous. \n\n“Whiley, it has only been 30 minutes, give it time, we are nearly at the front. I assume you can survive without playing your videogames every waking moment of your days.” She stamped her foot, furrowed her adorable fuzzy little eyebrows and huffed. “Well, obviously, mom. I don’t need it to survive, I simply just want to get that really cool special racing car model that took me hours to even get close to getting instead of standing in a mor-on-ic line like this.” I sniffed, twitching my nose. Trying not too snicker as she attempts to speak in a manner similar to mine. Using grown-up words as my wife kindly puts it. My wife, who is unfortunately not here at the moment, is much more well-equipped to handling a young child's tantrums than I ever will be. Oh, do I wish she was here; I was never quite skilled at handling the emotions of children. Particularly ones addicted to video games. My own fault really. She does one weeks' worth of chores and gets a cheap video game in return, an expensive one if she goes above and beyond. A fair trade, or so I thought. I did not account for the shortcuts that could be taken with many of these, especially when they work together. My mistake. I sighed and looked over at the clock, mounted above the entrance to the waiting room for those who need to take a driving exam. It seems I need to tweak the work and reward system I have in place for my children, as they have already figured out how to manipulate it. “Mom? Are you listening?” I glance back down at her, she was still tapping her foot and looking at me as if I owe her something. \n\nHow adorable. Much like her sisters, except less boorish. \n\n“Yes, Whiley I am listening, I just chose not to respond to your childish behavior. We will be done soon enough.” \n\n“MOM. I am NOT childish! That would be you for not responding to me!” \n\nThose who were standing in one of the many lines were glancing over at us, shaking their heads and whispering disapproval to themselves, on parent holding their child's hand even scoffed, looking as if they were on the verge of giving a Lecter on how to handle my child. I simply gave them a withering glare, causing them clam up and avert their gaze, and turned my attention back to my bratty little child, who was looking at me with defiance. Again. \n\n“Whiley, cease your arguing this instant, we are in public and renewing my license is a necessity for the both of us, unless you would prefer to walk everywhere?” \n\nShe stomped her foot and winced. A stained, gargling snicker rumbled up my throat, which was met with an even harder stomp and an even funnier wince. She flattened her rounded ears to her head and hissed. “Okay, first of all, that is NOT funny, that hurt. And second of all, I KNOW why we are here, I'm not stupid. You just didn’t say that it would take a mil-en-I-um for it to get done!” \n\nMy ears partially flattened to my head as well, sensing the multitude of eyes practically boring holes into my head, judgmental but not at all helpful. Not that I would accept their help. Whiley is beginning to raise her voice, gaining even more attention from the security guard, who was starting to look our way. I am not about to have that women throw us out simply due to a mild outburst. The worst Whiley has ever gotten was repeatedly, albeit loudly, lecturing me about “verbally abusing” children in public. Stranger, of course, are not going to know this or care. They just see a parent failing to control their child. I thrummed my right hands delicate digits against my right leg, humming nervously. What would be the best course of action to take here? \n\n“Mom.” \n\nWritten punishment? An apology letter once we get home? \n\n“Mom?” \n\nShould I take away her video games for a week? No, that might cause more problems. \n\n“Moooooom.” \n\nOr I could double her chores? Maybe- \n\n“MOM!” \n\nA crackling screech echoed throughout the DMV, piercing everyone's eardrums and causing us to receive dirty looks and a disgruntled security guard who was on their way up here, weaving through the lines. \n\n“Mom, are you paying attention to me? I said-” \n\nWithout thinking, I cut her off with a firm slap to her buttocks. She gasped midsentence, staring at me in shock. Her ashen eyes the size of saucers. \n\n“Whiley.” \n\nI stated her name firmly, she continued to stare at me with an unreadable expression. \n\n“I will not have you acting out in a public space like this. We are here for something important and I am very positive that you knew this was not going to be a short trip. Now, either you behave, or I will pull your video-game privileges for two weeks. Do you understand?” \n\nShe hesitated, eyes darting around the room at the nosey onlookers muttering to themselves about the situation, some nodding in agreement to my terms, others looking at me as if I had just beat my child. After what seemed like a few minutes of pondering, she finally nodded solemnly. \n\n“Good.” I glanced up and saw both the security guard and the woman behind the counter giving equally curious looks. I explained what happened to the security guard and assured her that I had everything under control, her giving me advice on how to handle my child in the future to my dismay. Whiley simply stood there, staring at the ground and scrapping a foot back and forth, occasionally glancing back up at me. I sighed and continued to listen to this women's ceaseless banter, my mind drifting off to things I wish I could stop thinking about. Regarding Whiley in particular. Finally, after that aggravating conversation, I filled out the necessary paperwork and received a new license. Whiley was still being uncharacteristically quiet. I don’t believe I spanked her that hard? I gently nudged her with my left hand, her response was...strange. She shivered and gave me a, hm, “look”. As if she wanted something from me. I tapped two fingers against my lips, humming in tune to the generic background noise. She couldn’t possibly want to be spanked again, could she? \n\nI found my eyes wandering towards the bathrooms. \n\n“Whiley, do you need to use the restroom?” \n\nShe nodded solemnly. \n\n“Excellent, let us make a quick stop before we head back.” \nShe nodded and marched directly towards the bathroom, head up as if she were a solider, refusing to look me in the eye. Her dark green T-shirt adorning a “fearsome” looking t-rex on it extenuated her stout body frame and the blooming, lean muscles she acquired from her many years of baseball practice were visible though the thin fabric. I swallowed. She looked like a scrumptious little red apple, a very cute, fit little red apple. Similar. To her other mother I Stopped outside of one of the bathroom stalls, shaking my head slowly to discern the thoughts. I should not be thinking that way of my youngest daughter. I am a woman of high morals; I will not be thinking such thoughts of my own children. \n\n“Mom?” \n\nA hesitant, grumbling voice echoed throughout the bathroom. I snapped my vision back into focus and saw my daughter standing in front of one of the stalls, door ajar and a small hand waving me over. I cocked my head slightly in confusion. \n\n“I don’t believe you need assistance on the toilet, Whiley. What is it?” \n\nShe let out a cute little puff, looked me dead in the eye and said; Aren’t you gonna finish your punishment?” \n\nI froze. So, I was right. I did a quick look around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping or looking at us and I sighed, looking at her in resignation. \n\n“What exactly do you mean by that, Whiley?” \n\nWhiley lightly stomped her foot and glared at me. I raised an eyebrow, singling her to continue. She feverishly motioned to the stall, continuing to glare. I cocked my head to the opposite side, a small simile forming as I watched her struggle with the right thing to say. Finally, she marched over to me, grabbed my hand and said. “Spank me.” I simply just stared at her until she rolled her eyes and stated, “Look, I would rather have thirty spankings than lose my video game rights. Please?” I felt my breath hitch in my throat as she widened her eyes and, while keeping eye contact, gave me a gentle kiss on the hand. This is not how someone begs, this is-hm. \n\nI scanned behind me once again, double checking to make sure no-one was there, nonchalauntly pulling Whiley and I into the handy-capped stalll that Whi;ey had the coomon sense to pick out. \n\n“Thirty spankings.” I muttered dryly. \n\n“No more, no less. Let us make this quick.” \n\nI felt a slight fraction of satisfaction from the look of surprise on her face, I suspect she expected more of an argument from me. However- \n\n“Come here, Whiley.” \n\nI sat down on the closed toilet lid and patted my lap. \n\n“Lay down, rear up.” \n\nI was not in the mood for more arguments and besides- \n\nWhiley eagerly flopped herself down on my lap, her plump little cheeks ripe for a spanking. From her mother. \n\nA light spanking is a good form of punishment, and less of a headache as well. \n\nI let out a light sigh, observing the slight curves of her body, the plump shape she was born in, the soft, sleek fur I take excelent care off. My eyes traced down her body to the acquired target, being obscured by her favorite pair of cargo shorts. Knee length with deep pockets. Specifically picked out to store dinosaur toys. I shook my head and smirked, gently stoking her tender buttocks as I slowly removed the obstacle, revealing- \n\n“Ah, I see.” \n\nA pair of rainbow T-rex boxer shorts, hanging loosely of her body. \n\n“I wonder where we got these, hm?” I purred. \n\nI hooked a finger into the waist band and lightly snapped it, causing her to startle and squirm. \n\n“Mom, stop that! Hurry up before someone comes in!” \n\nI hesitated. Wasn’t I concerned about thinking lewd thoughts about my own daughter, but now I- \n\nI shook my head. This is a simple punishment. Nothing more, nothing less. Even though I’m positive my daughter is discovering a part of herself through this, it is better than a possible video game phi Asco.” \n\n“Moooom.” She groaned \n\nI inhaled sharply; a strange warmth was pooling in my stomach. \n\nI need to make this quick. \n\n I gently rubbed my hand in a circular motion against her tender, plump cheeks, feeling for a good area to swat. She grunted irritably, her tail lashing impatiently behind her. \n\n“Mom, stop teasing- hmph!” \n\nShe slapped her hand over her mouth as a solid swat graced her tender rump, she did her best to repress a moan of...pleasure. I snickered. Oh, so this is what she really wanted. How they grow so fast. I shook my head again. No, I am a woman of high morals. Think of your wife, not your daughter. I stroked Whiley’s rump again as I prepared for the next tender strike. Whiley's little body shivered in anticipation, her attempts to suppress her moaning and groaning were causing her whole body to shake. it was adorable. \n\nI squared my narrow shoulders and focused on an image of my wife, sleek and very attractive. Her body, though not very curvaceous, was beautifully chunky and was complimented by two plus sized breasts. The thought made my mind swim in pleasure and eager to get this over with. I raised up my hand and strike. And I strike again. And again. I repeated this motion several times, each one slightly harder than the last, but not hard enough to cause bruising. Whiley body went into to wonderful spasms with each strike, her breath becoming ragged and shallow, strangled moans were trying to escape from her lips, but she wouldn’t let them. I was on the last few strikes when I felt her body completely tense up her eyes wide and her lower region was- \n\n“Oh Whiley.” \n\nI raised my hand up once more. One more strike should suffice. \n\n“You shouldn’t use your own mother for such things.” \n\n“Wh-AH.” \n\nShe let out a small yelp as I delivered one final, tasty-sounding slap to her rear end, causing one less spasm and her entire groin region to completely soak through her boxer. I lifted up my head and held my breath. Oh, was the sweet scent of a virgin heavenly. Then, unfortunately, the reality of where we were and having to explain this to my wife hit me suddenly and I hurriedly helping Whiley recover from the shock as she cleaned her-self up. Thoroughly wiping her vagina and doing her best to clean any access fluids off of her boxers. After that ordeal, we quickly made our way back to the car. Whiley insistently chattering away about her dino-racer game and excitingly telling me about the new car model she is about to unlock. Seemingly forgetting about our little experience in the public bathroom. 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Ratings: Suggestive, lesbians, mother/daughter, spanking

A trip to the DMV

Species: Rusty spotted cat

Names and ages: Delora 36 Whiley 12 Females

 

It is a lazy summer after-noon. The sun is simmering brightly in the sky, the DMV is awash with colorful sunlight, bouncing off the warm, ordinate beige tiles and walls, gently warming the snaking line we thankfully are near the front of, my thick rustic fur is shining wonderfully in the light, and-

“Mom, is this line going to hurry the frick up or what? I wanna play dino-racers!”

My child is being an insufferable brat as usual. I looked down and scoffed derisively. Her face was scrunched up in a petulant frown, arms crossed and a single little foot tapping impatiently. Even her beautiful, cherry-red fur adorned with black spots and stripes, similar to mine, were even standing on end. How ridiculous.

“Whiley, it has only been 30 minutes, give it time, we are nearly at the front. I assume you can survive without playing your videogames every waking moment of your days.” She stamped her foot, furrowed her adorable fuzzy little eyebrows and huffed. “Well, obviously, mom. I don’t need it to survive, I simply just want to get that really cool special racing car model that took me hours to even get close to getting instead of standing in a mor-on-ic line like this.” I sniffed, twitching my nose. Trying not too snicker as she attempts to speak in a manner similar to mine. Using grown-up words as my wife kindly puts it. My wife, who is unfortunately not here at the moment, is much more well-equipped to handling a young child's tantrums than I ever will be. Oh, do I wish she was here; I was never quite skilled at handling the emotions of children. Particularly ones addicted to video games. My own fault really. She does one weeks' worth of chores and gets a cheap video game in return, an expensive one if she goes above and beyond. A fair trade, or so I thought. I did not account for the shortcuts that could be taken with many of these, especially when they work together. My mistake. I sighed and looked over at the clock, mounted above the entrance to the waiting room for those who need to take a driving exam. It seems I need to tweak the work and reward system I have in place for my children, as they have already figured out how to manipulate it. “Mom? Are you listening?” I glance back down at her, she was still tapping her foot and looking at me as if I owe her something.

How adorable. Much like her sisters, except less boorish.

“Yes, Whiley I am listening, I just chose not to respond to your childish behavior. We will be done soon enough.”

“MOM. I am NOT childish! That would be you for not responding to me!”

Those who were standing in one of the many lines were glancing over at us, shaking their heads and whispering disapproval to themselves, on parent holding their child's hand even scoffed, looking as if they were on the verge of giving a Lecter on how to handle my child. I simply gave them a withering glare, causing them clam up and avert their gaze, and turned my attention back to my bratty little child, who was looking at me with defiance. Again.

“Whiley, cease your arguing this instant, we are in public and renewing my license is a necessity for the both of us, unless you would prefer to walk everywhere?”

She stomped her foot and winced. A stained, gargling snicker rumbled up my throat, which was met with an even harder stomp and an even funnier wince. She flattened her rounded ears to her head and hissed. “Okay, first of all, that is NOT funny, that hurt. And second of all, I KNOW why we are here, I'm not stupid. You just didn’t say that it would take a mil-en-I-um for it to get done!”

My ears partially flattened to my head as well, sensing the multitude of eyes practically boring holes into my head, judgmental but not at all helpful. Not that I would accept their help. Whiley is beginning to raise her voice, gaining even more attention from the security guard, who was starting to look our way. I am not about to have that women throw us out simply due to a mild outburst. The worst Whiley has ever gotten was repeatedly, albeit loudly, lecturing me about “verbally abusing” children in public. Stranger, of course, are not going to know this or care. They just see a parent failing to control their child. I thrummed my right hands delicate digits against my right leg, humming nervously. What would be the best course of action to take here?

“Mom.”

Written punishment? An apology letter once we get home?

“Mom?”

Should I take away her video games for a week? No, that might cause more problems.

“Moooooom.”

Or I could double her chores? Maybe-

“MOM!”

A crackling screech echoed throughout the DMV, piercing everyone's eardrums and causing us to receive dirty looks and a disgruntled security guard who was on their way up here, weaving through the lines.

“Mom, are you paying attention to me? I said-”

Without thinking, I cut her off with a firm slap to her buttocks. She gasped midsentence, staring at me in shock. Her ashen eyes the size of saucers.  

“Whiley.”

I stated her name firmly, she continued to stare at me with an unreadable expression.

“I will not have you acting out in a public space like this. We are here for something important and I am very positive that you knew this was not going to be a short trip. Now, either you behave, or I will pull your video-game privileges for two weeks. Do you understand?”

She hesitated, eyes darting around the room at the nosey onlookers muttering to themselves about the situation, some nodding in agreement to my terms, others looking at me as if I had just beat my child. After what seemed like a few minutes of pondering, she finally nodded solemnly.

“Good.” I glanced up and saw both the security guard and the woman behind the counter giving equally curious looks. I explained what happened to the security guard and assured her that I had everything under control, her giving me advice on how to handle my child in the future to my dismay. Whiley simply stood there, staring at the ground and scrapping a foot back and forth, occasionally glancing back up at me. I sighed and continued to listen to this women's ceaseless banter, my mind drifting off to things I wish I could stop thinking about. Regarding Whiley in particular. Finally, after that aggravating conversation, I filled out the necessary paperwork and received a new license. Whiley was still being uncharacteristically quiet. I don’t believe I spanked her that hard? I gently nudged her with my left hand, her response was...strange. She shivered and gave me a, hm, “look”. As if she wanted something from me. I tapped two fingers against my lips, humming in tune to the generic background noise. She couldn’t possibly want to be spanked again, could she?

I found my eyes wandering towards the bathrooms.

“Whiley, do you need to use the restroom?”

She nodded solemnly.

“Excellent, let us make a quick stop before we head back.”
She nodded and marched directly towards the bathroom, head up as if she were a solider, refusing to look me in the eye. Her dark green T-shirt adorning a “fearsome” looking t-rex on it extenuated her stout body frame and the blooming, lean muscles she acquired from her many years of baseball practice were visible though the thin fabric. I swallowed. She looked like a scrumptious little red apple, a very cute, fit little red apple. Similar. To her other mother I Stopped outside of one of the bathroom stalls, shaking my head slowly to discern the thoughts. I should not be thinking that way of my youngest daughter. I am a woman of high morals; I will not be thinking such thoughts of my own children.

“Mom?”  

A hesitant, grumbling voice echoed throughout the bathroom. I snapped my vision back into focus and saw my daughter standing in front of one of the stalls, door ajar and a small hand waving me over. I cocked my head slightly in confusion.

“I don’t believe you need assistance on the toilet, Whiley. What is it?”

She let out a cute little puff, looked me dead in the eye and said; Aren’t you gonna finish your punishment?”

I froze. So, I was right. I did a quick look around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping or looking at us and I sighed, looking at her in resignation.

“What exactly do you mean by that, Whiley?”

Whiley lightly stomped her foot and glared at me. I raised an eyebrow, singling her to continue. She feverishly motioned to the stall, continuing to glare. I cocked my head to the opposite side, a small simile forming as I watched her struggle with the right thing to say. Finally, she marched over to me, grabbed my hand and said. “Spank me.” I simply just stared at her until she rolled her eyes and stated, “Look, I would rather have thirty spankings than lose my video game rights. Please?” I felt my breath hitch in my throat as she widened her eyes and, while keeping eye contact, gave me a gentle kiss on the hand. This is not how someone begs, this is-hm.

I scanned behind me once again, double checking to make sure no-one was there, nonchalauntly pulling Whiley and I into the handy-capped stalll that Whi;ey had the coomon sense to pick out.

“Thirty spankings.” I muttered dryly.

“No more, no less. Let us make this quick.”

I felt a slight fraction of satisfaction from the look of surprise on her face, I suspect she expected more of an argument from me. However-

“Come here, Whiley.”  

I sat down on the closed toilet lid and patted my lap.

“Lay down, rear up.”

I was not in the mood for more arguments and besides-

Whiley eagerly flopped herself down on my lap, her plump little cheeks ripe for a spanking. From her mother.

A light spanking is a good form of punishment, and less of a headache as well.

I let out a light sigh, observing the slight curves of her body, the plump shape she was born in, the soft, sleek fur I take excelent care off. My eyes traced down her body to the acquired target, being obscured by her favorite pair of cargo shorts. Knee length with deep pockets. Specifically picked out to store dinosaur toys. I shook my head and smirked, gently stoking her tender buttocks as I slowly removed the obstacle, revealing-  

“Ah, I see.”  

A pair of rainbow T-rex boxer shorts, hanging loosely of her body.  

“I wonder where we got these, hm?” I purred.

I hooked a finger into the waist band and lightly snapped it, causing her to startle and squirm.

“Mom, stop that! Hurry up before someone comes in!”

I hesitated. Wasn’t I concerned about thinking lewd thoughts about my own daughter, but now I-

I shook my head. This is a simple punishment. Nothing more, nothing less. Even though I’m positive my daughter is discovering a part of herself through this, it is better than a possible video game phi Asco.”

“Moooom.” She groaned

I inhaled sharply; a strange warmth was pooling in my stomach.

I need to make this quick.

     I gently rubbed my hand in a circular motion against her tender, plump cheeks, feeling for a good area to swat. She grunted irritably, her tail lashing impatiently behind her.  

“Mom, stop teasing- hmph!”

She slapped her hand over her mouth as a solid swat graced her tender rump, she did her best to repress a moan of...pleasure. I snickered. Oh, so this is what she really wanted. How they grow so fast. I shook my head again. No, I am a woman of high morals. Think of your wife, not your daughter. I stroked Whiley’s rump again as I prepared for the next tender strike. Whiley's little body shivered in anticipation, her attempts to suppress her moaning and groaning were causing her whole body to shake. it was adorable.  

I squared my narrow shoulders and focused on an image of my wife, sleek and very attractive. Her body, though not very curvaceous, was beautifully chunky and was complimented by two plus sized breasts. The thought made my mind swim in pleasure and eager to get this over with. I raised up my hand and strike. And I strike again. And again. I repeated this motion several times, each one slightly harder than the last, but not hard enough to cause bruising. Whiley body went into to wonderful spasms with each strike, her breath becoming ragged and shallow, strangled moans were trying to escape from her lips, but she wouldn’t let them. I was on the last few strikes when I felt her body completely tense up her eyes wide and her lower region was-

“Oh Whiley.”

I raised my hand up once more. One more strike should suffice.

“You shouldn’t use your own mother for such things.”

“Wh-AH.”

She let out a small yelp as I delivered one final, tasty-sounding slap to her rear end, causing one less spasm and her entire groin region to completely soak through her boxer. I lifted up my head and held my breath. Oh, was the sweet scent of a virgin heavenly. Then, unfortunately, the reality of where we were and having to explain this to my wife hit me suddenly and I hurriedly helping Whiley recover from the shock as she cleaned her-self up. Thoroughly wiping her vagina and doing her best to clean any access fluids off of her boxers. After that ordeal, we quickly made our way back to the car. Whiley insistently chattering away about her dino-racer game and excitingly telling me about the new car model she is about to unlock. Seemingly forgetting about our little experience in the public bathroom. But I know her better than that.

This was going to be a very long ride home

 

 

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