"...get ready for an atomic dear!" Tarasha said sternly, causing her daughter to yelp.
"Mommy please no!" Roberta gasped, face red with humiliation and knees shaking from the growing inferno between her rear!
Despite being twice the size of her adopted mother, Roberta did nothing more then whimper and whine as her mother split her fat rump apart with expert pulls and tugs!
"I'm sorry dear but you've been too headstrong lately." Tarasha sighed, a frown on her gorgeous face, "But the blame is not all you. When I am done, I will administer myself an atomic wedgie as well!"
"Eeeek! But m-mother!" Roberta whined as her panties began to steadily climb up her back, reaching her shoulders, "Why would you do that?"
"Because the fault is not all you. I have been lax in my duties as your disciplinarian and must suffer the same punishment as my charge. Remember this lesson Roberta. You are a Guilliman and as such you must be willing and just as eager to receive the same punishment as your daughters, subordinates, and people!" Tarasha declared with a strong voice, causing Roberta to nod her head along, face serious and in thought.
Then her mother yanked the panties wrapped around her knuckles higher and the Primarch went back to cringing and yelping with every pull!
"M-Mother please I-I-I-"
Smack!
"Eeeek!"
"Clearer! A Guilliman must always speak with dignity and confidence even if our bigger then average rears are being split by wedgies or tanned by spankings, and you my daughter have the biggest in the whole world!" Tarasha said, causing her daughter to nod with faint teary eyes.
"Y-Yes mother...please...I learned my lesson! Please no atomic!" Roberta cringed, but Tarasha was undeterred.
"I'm sorry dear...but always remember this," the matriarch said comfortingly, "One must always take responsibility for their actions. Now bite your lip if need be."
The Guilliman matriarch breathed in and out, "I have to latch these panties over your head dear."
"...yes mother." Roberta cringed quietly, sighing.
With a nod, Tarashe began the slow ascent of her daughter's large Primarch sized panties. It was a titantic ordeal, with the matriarch feeling like she was pulling on bedsheets then underwear! Already she was working up a sweat, face in concentration and grunting as she began getting onto her tippy toes, hands raised high yanking the panties as high and high as she could!
The waistband began to tickle at Roberta's neck and the towering blonde grimaced, face blushing hard as she spread her legs and stuck her butt out for her mother to better work her punishment. But was it enough?
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