She was not only crying profusely but she was also squirming and wildly writhing. It had been the changeover from the belt to the cane at stroke thirt...en that had made things more painful. A belt will just sting but a cane gives a blunter type of pain as well. “Sixteen, thank you sir,” she had sobbed after some time. By speaking she had accepted it and was making the way for the next one. “Just eight more now Marie,” he had told her as he raised the cane again. It was another twenty minutes. I wanted to just disappear. Anyway I went to meet him to tell him it was over. There was no way I could cheat on you. I had done too much already. He told me he was going to tell you if I didn’t continue the relationship. I asked him what relationship. That few minutes in his apartment was a mistake, not a relationship.’ ‘I thought about it and the sex was not worth losing my marriage over and if he wanted to tell you, then he could go ahead. Our marriage might be over but you would probably. ..I'm so sorry your mother is such a slut". "You're not a slut Mom" I told her. "You were just having some fun, you deserve it, besides, you didn't really do anything that bad". "I wasn't done with the story sweetie", Mom mischieviously said. It seemed like a lot more of the night was coming back to her. "So what happened Mom"? I was already hard and trying to hide my raging cock. "You really want to know"? Mom asked. "Yes, Mom, I really do", trying not to sound like I was begging. . "Good morning, John," she says cheerfully. "How do you feel?" Weird," you say.The sound of your voice freezes her in mid-step. She is looking at you in complete shock. She struggles for a minute to find words. "Did you just say...Did you say that you feel weird, John?" she asks with a weak smile and a furrow in her brow. She is looking at you like you are some kind of strange animal.You feel uncomfortable. You don't know why she looks so horrified. "Um...yes," you say, swallowing hard. Your.