A rich Heiress gets her Butt spanked

[Fenrir13]

17 year old Sasha Cruz had a wonderful life. As the daughter of a wealthy couple that owned a big company she lived only in the best villas, ate the best food, wore the finest clothes and was extremely popular at school, because everyone wanted to be friends with the rich girl and profit from that sweet money she could spend so carelessly.
On her 16th birthday she even had gotten her first car...and it was an expensive one, too! Still the girl felt unsatisfied. Her parents were often too busy to spend time with her and her friends were to shallow to be good company. As a result she started to rebel, became generally snobbish, bratty and neglected her studies, which she never had been particularly good at anyway. Overall she was long overdue for a trip over the knee. Yet the beautiful teen, with the almond shaped eyes and black hair cut in a cute fashion would have never expected that her parents could resort to something so "babaric". Right now she was sitting on the veranda of a fashionable beach mansion and texting to one of her "friends" on the mobile phone, not expecting that she was in trouble. She wore a fashionable tank top, shorts and sandals, the best clothes for a hot summer day, and she had not a care in the world, even though her teachers and guardians were very worried for her.

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It was meant to be a surprise! Eliza Cruz had gotten back from her business trip early, leaving her husband to pick up the slack while she was gone. Her husband would be back in a couple of days, but that meant that the woman would have some time to coddle and spoil her favorite, and only, child. And what better way to do than pulling her daughter out of class early?

Imagine, then, her surprise when the teachers inform her that she’s not at school. Not only that, the girl has been skipping class and lowering her grades. In fact, any time she was in class, the teachers had a difficult time with her. A mixture of worry and frustration crawls through the woman’s veins as she sits in her rather large car. The driver is ordered to drive her home. Perhaps this is all on her. Maybe she needs to start working from home. At least, that’s what she tells her husband on the way home.

Once she arrives, perfectly manicured digits toss her phone into her large white bag – matching the white suit that adorns the slim body. Sunglasses are tossed in next, revealing icy blue hues, surrounded by black curls. After a moment, mostly of trying to calm herself down, she steps out. Walking into the home, she searches for her spawn. It takes a few minutes, but she eventually finds her daughter, Sasha, relaxing on the veranda – without a care in the world. The woman had brought her presents, but clearly those would have to wait.

Heels are the only indicating that she’s approaching, pausing once she’s standing beside her daughter. A bright smile. She’ll play dumb for now, give her daughter a chance to confess and explain herself. “Sasha! Darling, aren’t you supposed to be in school?” She asks, glancing at her phone before holding her arms open for her little girl to welcome her back with a hug.

[Fenrir13]

When Sasha hears her moms heels clicking on the floor she looks up from her phone. "Oh, mum.", she says nonchalantly without a smile. "What brings you here? Weren´t you on a business trip?", she asks, not expecting her mother to come home because of HER. She then turns her gaze back to her phone, answering some of her many many contacts before looking up again. "School, pff. School is for losers.", she simply says in a bratty manner, before smiling meanly. "Should have seen the expression on my teachers face last time I showed her who is boss. Those stupid white trash bitches. Thinking that they have any authority over us teens.", she added, extremely bratty and then stretched before leaning back.

[crazyxanime]

It seems she’d left her daughter to her own devices for far too long. Hands lower, landing on her hips as icy gaze settles upon the younger one. The teenager cared about nothing – except maybe the phone sitting in her hands. In fact, she didn’t even give her mother an excited response to her return. And here she was, bringing presents and hugs. Staring down at the girl, she woman’s thoughts wander. It’s time to stop the bratty nature. Now, the woman had always agreed with her husband that perhaps physical discipline was unnecessary, but now? Well, her husband isn’t present, and after years of misbehavior, how could he possibly disagree with her methods? She didn’t want to be like her mother – a mother that would have bent her over the nearest piece of furniture and taught her a very hard lesson had she spoken the same way that Sasha was. Maybe her mom was right.

Without another word, the woman reaches down and grabs the cell phone from her daughter’s hands, tossing it in the pearly bleached bag. Enough was enough. The girl wasn’t even trying to deny her wrongdoings. The bag is deposited on the nearby table, free hand taking Sasha’s arm, and then a seat taken beside her daughter. Had things been a little calmer, the woman might have dragged her child inside for more privacy. Apparently, the lesson needed to be learned immediately. Any words that might leave the girl’s lips are ignored, manicured digits pulling Sasha’s arm to guide her over pale lap, the other arm wrapping around the girl’s thin waist to keep her in place.

“I came home early, to see my beautiful daughter. Who apparently, hasn’t been to school, has been extremely rude to her teachers and has developed quite the naughty mouth.” A different punishment awaits her for that. Free hand draws up, coming down on clothed, upturned bottom.

[Fenrir13]

Sasha noticed the icy glance out of the corner of her eye. She just wanted to call her mother out of it as Eliza took action. "What the fuck?!", the teen shouted as her mom took her beloved phone, before she was then grabbed and easily tossed over her mothers lap. "WHAT the fuck!!", Sasha repeated before feeling the sting of a sharp slap on her shorts clad posterior. "OWW! What are you doing, mum?!", she protested. Was her mum spanking her? But that could not be! She never had experienced serious consequences for her actions. And when she had been grounded or something Sasha had usually just ignored her parents orders. Thus a serious spanking was due.

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Hand quickly moved from one cheek to the other. “I’ve had enough of the attitude.” The mother’s words pipe in between smacks. Palm moves to the daughter’s thighs, giving her a few hard swats to the pale skin. After a moment Eliza pauses, lifting her daughter to her feet and holding her between legs, never letting go to allow her to escape. Hands work on unbuttoning her naughty child’s shorts, pushing them down to her knees to reveal the young teenager’s panties. “Keep up the swearing, little girl.” Tone holds a warning, hand pulling the little one over her knee again, the other leg clamping down on her legs to keep her in place before the right hand resumes the assault on Sasha’s barely covered rear, giving her sit spots some special attention. “You do not use that language, especially with me, you understand?”

[Fenrir13]

(Oh, I did not see that you had replied. Would love to continue this.)

"Ow, Owww, OWW!", Sasha cried as her mother continued the aussault on her posterior. She still was very confused, not being familiar with consequences at all. The swats to her naked tighs were espacially bad, causing her eyes to tear up slightly. When her mother lifted her up, Sasha barely offered any resistance. She let out a whine when her shorts were pulled down. "Mom, not here! What if people see?", she weakly protested before being thrown over the knee again, as the painful punishment continued. As her daughter told her not to use bad language she just nodded, still too shocked to articulate more than curses, cries of pain and weak protest.

[crazyxanime]

Well, that was certainly more like it. The occasional complaint, or pained sound was certainly more appropriate than the cursing and yelling that she’d been met with. Perhaps she’d begun this too late in the girl’s upbringing. Hand settled on her daughter’s rear. “Luckily for you, sweetheart, there isn’t anyone here except for the help.” The woman explains, fingers moving to fix her daughter’s underwear slightly before hand raises again and drops on barely clothed bottom. “And from what I’ve heard,” hand begins to lift and drop with determination, reigniting the punishment, “You’ve been extremely rude to them as well. So, if they see, it only seems fair.” But she’d closed the door to keep their privacy. “Should I call them in?”