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[My Art] How It's Done (4/4)
🕑 Added 2023-02-25 13:37:09 +0000 UTC Does this punishment even work? Or is this just some flimsy way to draw these scenarios? Your guess is just as good as mine. --------------------------------------- Alexus' mouth may have been forced shut by her own mother's backside, but her ears were still wide open. This entire punishment was complete nonsense! How was being made to smell these women's asses supposed to make her respect either of them? If anything, she only felt ever-increasing resentment rise with her own shame as the mounds of flesh gripped her like a glove. The back of her head was wedged between Ms. Taylor's cheeks while her face was wedged uncomfortably into the posterior of her own mother. Her small nose precariously rubbing against her own mother's smelliest place. "Right, gotta go full-ass if you want respect, right?" My mother says to Ms. Taylor. The blonde woman chuckles, "Hey! Don't you make fun of me, or I'll punish you too!" Ms. Taylor punctuates her words by wiggling her hips, a motion meant for my mother but only succeeding in wedging my own face further into her butt cheeks. They're laughing! I'm about to freak out stuck in here and they're laughing!? I try shifting my nose, I need to say something, anything to release my own rage boiling up inside me. This travesty of discipline couldn't go unchallenged. “YFKMG BMCHS!!" I shout. Or at least that's what ends up coming out. My actual words were far crasser. Judging by mom's tensing, she knew what I was trying to say. I'm immediately made to regret my words as I feel them both closing in like trap walls. Eren shoves her hips backward at the same time as my mom, trapping even more of my head in this awful prison. Now my nose is trapped helplessly against my own mother's blast door, as Ms. Taylor had so eloquently put it earlier. "Quiet! Remember this smell next time you think about swearing!" She snaps at me. My fears mount as I can feel the thing my nose is touching begin twitching, in an instant my nostrils are flooded with one of the foulest odors I can imagine. Worse than Ms. Taylor by a long shot. Mother of God! Right up my nose! A combination of burning eye watering ensues as I'm continually deprived of any manner of reprieve. I try to turn my head, but the combined thigh strength of the two mom's prevents any meaningful movement. I feel doomed, doomed to suffer the wrath of my own mother's gas! The only air I can take in has long since been tainted by the foul odor. Leaving me a gagging mess fumbling for any manner of escape. No matter how hopeless it may be. Was this how it was going to be now? I have to go through this every time I misstep on cleaning up my room, do my homework on time, or fail to do what I'm told right away? No. I can't make this easy on her. If she thinks she'll control me like some dog she's got another thing coming! --------------------------------------- All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!![[My Art] How It's Done (4/4)](https://img5.leakoo.com/storage/8/ua/ay/93d9f0-019e8ee9-b9c1-76a1-8a79-16f0529d6eab.png)
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