It was slow going due to the fact that my head was still drawn back and I was staring at the ceiling. My high heels didn't help any either.Ken guided ...e to the dining room and positioned me at one end of the table. He moved me forward until I bumped into the table edge, then forced my upper body down onto the table top. Warning me against moving he spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to the table legs. Then he unbound my arms for long enough to move my hands around in front of me where he. I was still blindfolded so I couldn’t see what you were doing; all I could tell was you had a ranging hard-on that was digging into my stomach –I couldn’t wait to taste it. I felt the first strike of the cane hit my buttocks. I screamed out in pain. You hit me again and then stopped after I screamed once again. “My dear sub, what’s the matter, you wanted to be taught a lesson, am I not doing that? Oh and we must start again because you haven’t counted. I want you to say I’m sorry for. I began to cry as my mother picked up where Stephie had left off.“To continue down this incestuous path would probably destroy you, Howie. We love you as a brother and as a mother. We want the very best for you. I think you know that, and I hope, as does Stephanie, that you will understand that what we’re doing is for the best; for you ... for everyone here. You have a gift, Howie. Women will desire you for most, if not all of your life.Think about it. For example, should you marry your sister. Her skirt without crease or fold made her skirt show more. Her fixed stare at my bulk or swelling under my pants explained her wicked smile, a prediction of what would happen if her pussy was drilled by this 14 cm rod. I tried to imagine her bald pussy and cunt flaps dancing in the breeze. She thanked me after I hung up the paint. As we walked back toward the entrance, our chat revolved around this house and her aunt’s portrait. She lived by herself. This latest detail was so important to me.