Staring at her son, who obviously didn't care what she was saying, she realized that she needed to teach him a lesson. A REAL lesson. Lectures weren't...working at all. In her drunken state, she decided that a good old fashioned spanking would be the best punishment for his transgressions. Walking quickly over to the couch, she sat down and forcefully pulled him over her lap. Chris didn't even have time to realize what was happening until he was over her lap and she was pulling his pants. He let his hands slide down her body to cup her breasts. She tensed as he caressed them through the fabric of her shirt, gasping softly when he squeezed a sensitive nipple. He ran his hands up and down her slender flanks, again brushing the swells of her breast, his thumbs teasing her now jutting nipples. She was wearing one of those lace bras which allow the nipple to stand firm on arousal. He stepped back to admire the sensual sight of her erect nipples urgently at attention, pushing the soft. Big and beautiful with a slight upward curve, I had trouble managing it all at first, but after some practice with my dildos, I was able to deepthroat him. Those times when he grabbed my head fucked my throat like a pussy were magical. The world melted away, and we were just two bodies consumed by lust.I kept thinking he’d want more out of our little arrangement, but he never did, which made only one of us.Things were relatively stable till the night before Amy came back. I’m not sure why I. That Mike....! "Am I on stage, darling?" I inquired sweetly.Mike simply pointed with the cane to where Dorinda had received her strokes.So I was to be caned like a schoolgirl in front of all! It was a beginning. No worse than I had feared. I shrugged and walked out for my initiation. Always there is a twist. I stood and looked at my master. I did not want to bend. Once more the silent cane gave a message. It did not reach me. It was not the motion given Dorinda. He flicked it up, not down. I.