John says ‘Oh, yes. I like that. It’s customary for a sub to thank the Dom for the spanking.’ Tumi says ‘Thank you, Sir. It really hurt thoug....’ He walks over and grabs a flogger. He walks back over, pulls her up off the floor and starts her rotating. He then starts to flog her. She’s not complaining anymore but taking it. Master is flogging her all over her body. He gives her fifty hits. When he stops, she says ‘Thank you, Sir. That wasn’t too bad. I like the way it feels now.’ Master says. She would also wear dark , thigh high , silky stockings with dark flat shoes. She begged me not to make her wear these clothes explaining that she did not have the body to wear those clothes. I laughed telling her to wear it anyway. I told her to keep her Sunday open. That Sunday she showed up dressed as I dictated and she drove us to the local mall. Arriving there I sent her in to get a public use wheelchair and then we entered the mall at the food court entrance. We went around picking out. I looked to the side, and there was Emma watching me.Watching my dick emptying itself into her panties…She turned and left. Fuck.*Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.I considered going after my sister. But what would I say? Sorry for jerking off into your pants?Sorry for being a perverted little shit?Oh god.I spent a few agonising hours in my bedroom. I felt safe and maybe I could stay in there forever. Or maybe I should plan on where to go when Dad kicks me out later. I got like £50 in savings.Fuck.My. I knew I was a very naughty mom but I didn’t care, I couldn’t help it I wanted my son’s cock so bad.As I had predicted the violent storm caused Shawn to want to sleep in my room . I purposely didn’t wear any panties under my nightie so I could get directly to fucking him. I stayed awake for about an hour till I was sure he would be sound asleep. The time had come. My lustful desires began to take course. I slipped my hands through his pyjamas and pulled down his underwear and wasted no time in.