I shook my head. She's your friend’s mom! And straight! The image was only intensified though, when I glanced down and caught sight of her nipples, ...tanding to attention. I looked up, to find he blue eyes gazing avidly at me. I knew she'd caught me looking."Thanks for the coffee, Deb. I'm pretty tired now." I turned around to run back upstairs."Have you ever been with a woman, Shelly?" Deb asked me. I turned back around to face her, to find she was not sat on the counter, but stood a few feet. The thin cane was actually a tube about one eighth of an inch diameter woven from very fine wire; it was woven so tight that it was nearly rigid, so it didn't bend round the buttocks as it struck, but only made quite small marks. Six of the thin cane was nothing. The birch REALLY hurt, but even six of that wasn't too bad. Had Martha gone mad?Then Martha changed everything by saying, "Lie on the floor with your legs up the side of the whipping bench and Jacqui screamed."No! No! Please Martha.. How are your arms? Still feeling good?” “Yes, dad. This position really takes the pressure off my shoulders because my arms are dangling freely down your sides. My shoulders have been so sore from the splints around my arms. The splints must be good for healing my injury but they certainly aren’t comfortable. Also, I’ve been sitting so much and lying on my back a lot. My lower back, my tailbone and butt are really sore. It is so good to lie on my belly for a change.” “Great,” I’m replying.I’m. I had never felt such power, and I reveled in the way she looked at me, and the way she was completely mine to use any way I wished. I loved the little blond. Today we would spend at Walt Disney World Resort. My wife would enjoy it a lot. I could take or leave theme parks, but I was trying to be a decent husband, while all the time I was dreaming of being with Erica again. I had to come up with something, for the both of us to share ourselves again. I made sure that my little slut would not be.