I let her wash me in the shower. After all, isn't that what a mother is for, to wash her son and to worship him? After showering we went into our bed....She was so lovely with nice ass, decorated with many angry red welts. When she lay on her front, I put special baby cream on her so beautiful and decorated behind, and massage her to reduce the pain. I made her sleep with my hand on her pussy and a finger in her vagina. I suspect she didn't sleep for some time because she was sore, fucked,. I chalked that up to being drawn from a hot spring. Warm and soothing. Very soothing. I felt at peace, not to mention clean. In fact, so at peace, that I decided to relax a little and close my eyes for a moment…When I awoke, I knew that something was wrong. Very wrong. For one thing, I was no longer in the basin. Instead, I was chained to one of the pillars. Someone, or something, had attached steel collars around my neck, ankles, wrists and waist! I struggled for a moment, but gave up pretty. Ken lengthened the chain on one manacle enough so that Jane could cook the bacon."I'll be in the dining room," Ken said, slapping Jane's ass hard enough to leave a red mark as he walked out. She still had welts from last night's whipping, although Ken knew that she could have healed them already."Yes, Master," came her breathless reply. He could feel her squirm slightly as the first of many droplets of grease stung her belly.When they emerged from the kitchen, Jane's breasts and belly had. Karen did not seem unduly worried either, although fed up with feeling like an elephant seal. The conception had happened romantically, on holiday in the Scottish Isles, and quite erotically too by anybody's standards. It was from a fuck in a small B&B bedroom, with her laying on the end of the bed and her feet up against the damn wall! Nice. It had taken them quite a lot of practise to attain such liberated fun together. Anyway, it all seemed to point towards a lovely and healthy child.Neil.