As usual her ass was perked up and seemed to be begging to have a lash taken to it; her A-cup breasts perky and the nipples hard as ice both from her ...rousal and the cold; her cunt was drooling down her legs, apparently she'd been craving this for a while.Keke, as she was now known, didn't answer. She knew her master would punish her before he pleased her. She had after-all, joined the army without either asking or telling him what she was going to do. This might be the last time they saw each. “Sir, please exit the van with your identification papers. Move slowly and keep your hands visible at all times.” She was a Private First Class, a PFC, with a nametape that said, “Garcia,” maybe 20 or so. A slight Hispanic lilt to her voice. She sounded emotionless and a little bored. All in all, the approach was pretty good; she stayed out of muzzle line of her overwatch and had her weapon slung behind her. The overwatch was cautious enough; I could probably have gotten two of them, but the. I did this until about I was ten. She never asked me to leave if she had to change, and I used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if I had to leave or look away.Then slowly my mother weaned me off this habit. And I didn’t think too much of it. Heck, I didn’t even find her attractive when I was a child. But as I started growing up, I started to recall some of those sessions in her bedroom. I remembered getting fascinated about her body – about how different it was from my own. We walk in my side door, and once inside you do give me a good ass slap through my diaper to welcome me home. The through-the-diaper spanks don’t hurt me at all, I really need to be bare-assed over your knee for full enjoyment, but the implication of what might be ahead from such swats is so breathtaking.We go into the living room and you pull me on your lap. “Baby, you are going to have to give me a key or tell me how to get into your house if this is where we are going to live for a month and.