“You will thank me when we have fresh pears, and apples, and blueberries.”“You’re a blueberry,” He mutters under his breath.I set myself dow... on his lap and kiss his sweaty brow. “I’m a what?”“Okay, you’re not a blueberry. You’re a cherry,” he tells me, while he uses feet to make his lap, with me on it, jump up and down. “Right color and everything.”I reach to touch my cheek with the back of my hand. Even in the shade, the sun’s heat is radiating off my burned skin. “I should probably reapply. The curreent started running to her body from her nipples to her pussy with amazing feeling. She stopped for a minute and felt the sensation in her body. Then after thinking for a minute she smiled and said murmuring let it is. She put on the shower againa and started enjoying the tikling of the dripping water on her body running from her shulders to nipples and then to her pussy untill it ran on floor before running onto her legs. All this have aroused her and she was feeling a very different. The punishment dress had been to well esigned.A couple of hours latter I felt a growing need to pee. I called out to mother seeking an opportunity to use the potty. She just laughed at that and reminded me, "Honey in the punishment dress you are well padded and expected to use the diapers even if you don't want to. In fact that is part of the punishment. Honey you are silly to forget that."After another half hour I gave in to the bladder pressure and used the diaper. It was a very humiliating. In fact, she was easy to slide into, indicating her experience with this.“That’s it, baby, now fuck me good. Think you can ride your filly like a cowboy, city boy? I’d like to see you try.”The invitation was irresistible. In front of me her blonde hair flowed down her strong, sexy back from her hat. I grabbed her hips and see-sawed in and out, taking care to be gentle.“Come on, harder, honey! Ya cain’t hurt this filly with a good ass-fuckin’.”Spurred on, I picked up the pace and fucked her.