I felt awkward though. Here was my daughter, nearly naked across my lap and I was thinking how sexy this situation was. She jumped and squealed out as...I brought the belt down again across both panty covered cheeks. Her movements felt good on my thighs. Maybe I was imagining the slight warmth I felt from the V of her groin. She wiggled again and cried out harsher as I brought the belt down again, harder than before. Her hip brushed against the tip of my cock, which was tucked up against my thigh. The air was stifling. Now, when sitting at the table, I could hike my skirt up and spread my legs to get some fresh air down there. I pulled my skirt up just above my knees so that I could try and keep cool but it was just so uncomfortable. I could not wait to get out of there.When we finally broke at two, I bolted back to my office, grabbed my messages from my assistant, Jesse and darted into my office and shut the door. "Fuuuck, what a waste of a day," I said, slamming my notes on my desk. " Thank you, Mistress." I wanted you to have that experience because I wanted you to realize what submission to me truly means. As my slave, I can punish you as I see fit, but the true agony that you endure will always be a product of your pleasure. I will never abuse you physically beyond your limits. Instead, I will use pain to push you to new precipices of pleasure, some of which might be quite difficult for you to endure. But in those cases, it is your own body, and your own mind, that are. ” the room fell silent for a moment, Then the blushing cook in a little more than a stage whisper said, “well, I felt I was overstepping my position in the household, but the lad insisted,” she coloured up a little more, Muriel quickly reassured her “on these afternoons and the monthly meet Bessy, when just you and me, just us friends, are together and no one else is present, we are just that, friends and friends are equals, so please say what you mean, not what you feel that I should want to.