By the time the fiftieth lash kissed my skin, I was hysterical. The pain that was once a sharp sting, had long since faded into a constant ache that i...creased in intensity as each lash landed. I was wailing incoherent pleas and had long since given up on trying to dodge the lashes. Perhaps it was my lack of motion or inability to speak proper English, but all at once the striking ended and I heard the belt clatter to the floor. Too weak to look back at him, I remained immobile and cried into. It was a very big gun he holds, and the only one who hasn't clicked with the why of it, was Dumbo. She thinks I'm simply being the bitchy little sister when I call her a bastard.Dad arrived home dead on six thirty, as usual. Dinner was lamb chops mash potatoes, cauliflower and carrots and peas, which Beverly shelled while Mum placed tacks where Bev prayed to have breasts one day. Large nipples were not the same thing. While they ate, Beverly told her Dad about the Scottish dancing and the dress. She remembered only too well but had no intention of repeating it to her mom who was watching her daughter with dismay and pity. She got stupidly spunky. 'Go to Hell. You know what you did. Go to Hell you miserable little excuse for a worm.' 'Come on. That's not nice. Not nice at all. Fucking tell her.' 'Go to Hell.' Kitty persisted. 'Fine. Fine, I'll show Nora, I'll show your mom what happened instead.' I moved in on the older woman. 'No. No. OK, no. Don't. OK, I'll tell.' 'Thought you might.'. Once more Jessica whispered into Mo’s ear, “Do you remember your safeword pet?”Mo nodded. “It’s ‘Ghost.’”“Good. Then unless you need to say it, I don’t want to hear anything but moans from you.” Jessica then began to tweak and play with Mo’s nipples until they stood out straight and hard from Mo’s breasts and she was panting. Jessica’s hands left Mo’s breasts, and a second later Mo let out a yelp and shuddered in pain as a pair of clamps were applied to her nipples, then another as Jessica.