The mgoc story continues with Jessica (Mason and Cee‘s third) getting a funishment spanking. As before, remember that this story contains DD/lg.

She dug the toe of her sneaker into the carpet. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” 

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. Your attitude hasn’t been great these past few days.” Actually it had been fine, but Mason and his partners didn’t do real punishments, just fun ones. “I think you need a reminder of what happens to little girls who can’t behave.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Come here, Jessica.” 

She shuffled over and allowed Mason to unbutton her jeans and pull them down. Then he pulled down her panties – – plain blue bikinis today; she didn’t wear fancy underwear to work – – before looking up at her. “I sincerely hope,” he said, “that we don’t have to do this again for a while.” 

“Me too,” she said under her breath. Then, as Mason pulled her over his lap without warning, she yelled, “Hey!” 

Mason had a heavy hand, and Jessica’s skin was milk-pale, like most redheads were; it only took ten swats for her bottom to turn bright pink. “Daddy!” she cried out. “Daddy, I’m sorry!” 

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” he said, laying whack after hard whack on her upturned backside. “Not as sorry as you need to be, either.” 

“I am!” Her voice was loud and full of feigned remorse. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy! I will! I promise!” 

Mason smacked Jessica’s bottom about fifty times before he stopped, laying his palm on her skin. He could feel the heat rising from her reddening ass, and he felt something else starting to rise as well. But now was not the time for that, so he controlled it – – he had a lot of practice; he spanked other people too, people he didn’t sleep with since the triad was closed in that regard – – and raised his hand again. “You promise?” he asked her. 

“I promise.” He could hear the pout in her voice. 

“Let’s make sure.” Then his hand fell and Jessica yelped. He spanked her hard and steadily, alternating cheeks, jolting her whole body with each impact. 

“I’m sure!” she moaned. “I’m sure, I’m sure, I’m sure!” 

“I’m not.” He landed a smack right on the line where her backside met her upper thigh and she squealed [echo?] in pain even as a fresh handprint rose on her skin. “Not even close.” Another smack, and a new handprint on the other side. 

“Daddy!” 

“It’s no use arguing with me, little girl. You earned this.” 

Either Jessica didn’t want to fight back – – so to speak – – anymore or the spanking was so intense that she couldn’t. She devolved into “ouch” and “ow” and “oh”, groans and cries of pain, but she didn’t try to get away. She never did, which Mason appreciated. In exchange, he rarely used implements on her, which she appreciated. Not that he needed to; when he finally stopped spanking Jessica, her entire bottom was crimson and there were marks that he knew would turn into bruises. 

“Going to be good?” he asked her. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she said hoarsely. “I promise.”

For those who haven’t read any of the previous stories about Mason, Cee, and Jessica, I just wanted to let you know that Cee is short for Cecelia. Also, here’s an AI image of what the three of them might look like, which I’ve posted before:

Jessica is the redhead. Cee is the brunette — imagine her hair a little shorter. The guy is (obviously) Mason, but shorten his beard and put some gray in it.