?Yes, Master, I do understand. I know I acted too slowly for you earlier tonight. I am so sorry and will do better in the future. My body is ready for...the punishment I deserve. If it pleases you, Master, may I now lay across your lap so you spank my bare ass?? He led her to a leather covered bench about two feet long and a bit higher than a normal chair and he sat down on it. He told her to keep her high heels on and to place her cunt directly above his cock facing his left side. He wrapped his. “I’m starting to feel cramping already,” I said. “Did you put something in this other than plain water?”“A little castile soap,” she replied.“Where did you get that idea?”“From enema sites on-line. I used an ounce of an unscented liquid castile in 2 quarts of water.”The cramping became more pronounced. “An ounce?” I made a mental calculation. “That’s two tablespoons -- a pretty husky dose.”“It’s what the website said,” she replied.“Where did you get liquid castile?”“I stopped at the drugstore. "Oh, sorry about the milk. I'll bring you some more tomorrow." It's not that," I said finally. "You've got a little milk..." and motioned to my chin."Oh, thanks." She wiped her chin with her hand, and then did the same thing to her neck and the upper part of her chest. As she licked the last drops of milk off her fingers, she noticed that we were staring at her again."What's with you guys?" Nothing, really." No, come on - you're both staring at me with funny looks on your faces. What's going. "I am?" I asked as I felt my mother's breasts brush lightly against my chest."Uh, huh ... and taller than your granddad too," she added as she released my hand and put both hands around my neck."Well you're taller than Becky ... you fit me better too ... much better," I answered even as I realized how well our bodies fit together. I tentatively pulled her just a little closer."When you're dancing with her do you talk to her?" she asked, making no attempt to move away from me."Not much," I.