Mother’s solution to try to break me of my m*********** addiction…which was mostly oriented towards her since I had seen her naked in the bath a couple of times….was that when I told her i felt the urges she would spank me. Mot brutally it was fairly lightly but lasted for a long time until i was low level crying. It was always clothed except for the last time it happened but one of two things usually happened. Either my urges and erections faded, or else some of the time I would ejaculate in my clothes as she was spanking me. It was not the spanking itself that triggered it, it was because I was over her lap and as I was squirming with my erection trapped between my body and her legs the pressure and friction was enough to make me o***** despite the spanking. She told me she was trying to teach me to asspciate the m*********** urges with the spanking but as it went it became something that i looked forward to and welcome. Eventually i managed to screw that up for myself as the ejaculations became more commonplace and eventually as I tried to grind against her lap she realized what i was doing and of course that upset her greatly. She began to spank me more harshly but she had trouble doing so and when she reached a point where she would stop, soon enough I would be grinding against her. That upset her terribly she felt helpless to stop me from being obsessed with her and m***********. She eventually gave up and i soon slod back into the incessant habit and soon enough it hit the point again where i did it so much i was unable to m********* successfully so my frustrations and urges became increasingly desperate, until it hit the point where i basically invaded the last safe space she had.
