Eight…… S-Sir,” she added, her voice clearly strained by her anguish. Twice more Georgia felt the burning bite of the cane forcefully strike her...cheeks and with her vocal protests increasing with each new stroke, Luke was left in little doubt that she wasn’t far from tears. With ten strokes given, vivid red stripes now painted an increasingly erotic pattern across her buttocks. “How does your bottom feel now Georgia?” asked Luke.“My bottom is throbbing Sir, really throbbing, it really, really. The picture I took of her showed an inner beauty, her faith, her belief. It was what artists have been trying to create for a couple of millennia with portraits of the Virgin Mary.She was also responsible for a similar look on Bozo's face. She also had a black lab, Princess. When Princess came into heat, Bozo got lucky.A 24X30 of that picture of Maria was one on those on the walls in our office. Yes, I said office.We realized quite soon after starting our businesses that there wasn't enough. The attached picture she'd sent was mouth watering. She was a brunette, forty years of age but looked no older than thirty. Her bra was pulled down revealing luscious, enormous boobs with rock hard nipples. She was wearing stockings and suspenders and shiny red high heels, her legs spread showing her shaven pussy with a dildo stuffed halfway inside. The picture caught my attention so much I just had to reply. She told me that her and her husband were both bi sexual. They apparently both enjoyed. .. to see how much he’d ... changed ... over the years.“I’m sorry mom, but you started it.”“I know.” I admitted.And he was right, I HAD started it. I obviously wasn’t taking this as seriously as my son.I went back to work. I removed about ten needles from Steve’s backside. I was so close to him I could smell my son’s sweat. I didn’t find his musk unpleasant at all.“I think I got them all Steve. Tell me if this hurts”I took the palm of my hand and very softly and slowly slid it over his thigh. I.