She smiled as she stood up. Neither boy smiled. Even Jason understood how much his Aunt was in charge, that one wrong move might lead to further punis...ment. They remained silent as Sharon went behind them and admired the two very red bottoms. The pink bottoms were no more. For a few hours anyway. She complimented herself on how red those bottoms were before going around and facing the two young men again. “Learnt your lesson boys?” she asked looking stern again. She ignored the two erections.. I guess she expected me to fight back and deny. "Well, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she continued, "But while I think it over, run downstairs and get the spackle. You're damn lucky your Dad didn't find this. I'll talk to you about this later." And she left.As I got the spackle form the basement, I realized that I was pretty lucky. She didn't really blow her stack and, best of all, she apparently wasn't going to tell Dad.That evening as they were leaving for the party, Mom winked. She writhed over it as she had in the doctor’s office. She pinned me and sniffed my neck, my face and slid down over my chest. Tearing open my shirt, she gingerly crossed my injured ribs to my stomach and continued to inspect me. She sniffed and licked until she reached the growing bulge in my pants. All the while, she pulled the bullwhip from around my neck, tearing further at the gash she inflicted. I looked down at her crouched form, her ass a gorgeous form that I thought of fucking hard. This time he pushed in with devastating speed, ripping her muscles apart. and the process repeated, till the rubbing of her clit dulled the pain somewhat. Rick kept up the pace once he got to it. her tits, still with the bra, came in as handles, as he brutalized her. he loved the way she rocked with every thrust, like he was reaming her into her head. he ripped off the bra, and used her tits as squeezing bags, his fingers making deep marks in the ample flesh. he grabbed her head, and made her.