Her corset lifted her ample breasts but left the nipples visible, and they were swollen and erect. Her pussy glistened with wetness, indicating just h...w turned on she was by the thrashing she had given me.A whistling noise gave me a fraction of a second's warning of the next assault before pain exploded through my already abused arse. Master had stepped up to take his turn, using some sort of leather strap. His usual favourite was three inches wide and about four feet long, made of very stiff. The fact didn't perticularly bother me (I'm a devout atheist myself), but that's because I assumed that she meant she's a Wiccan. Turns out I was wrong. We had just had a big fight about some stupid triviality -- I can't even remember what it was now -- and I had stormed out of her apartment in a foul mood. I was angry, because things were just starting to get serious between us, and I thought we should be beyond getting into big arguments over trivialities. She had also provoked me into. YES. I knew she was going for it. I didn't know if she wanted it again. Hell she was my mother, I shouldn't be doing it. For a moment I decided not to follow her. But I couldn't resist seeing her. I put on my slippers and took the path she took. She couldn't have been far away. There weren't many paths there and the one towards the lake was the only one.The wind was blowing through the trees and there was the usual sound of the jungle with a bird or two making occasional chirps. I had to walk. " She did so.My dick was almost fully erect now. "Take your clothes off," I told her.She gasped, seeming shocked that her father, the man supposed to protect her, wanted to make her expose herself, make herself totally vulnerable and helpless.But I saw the look of unconditional, daughterly love in her eyes. Right then, I knew I had won.Slowly, hesitantly, she began fumbling with the buttons of her denim shirt, undoing them one by one, occasionally looking me in the eye as she did so, hungry for.