"What? I wanted to slap my hand against the side of my head to clear it. I couldn't have heard what I just thought I did, could I?!!"What are you wait...ng for?" Mom asked. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Come in here and let Momma take care of that nasty big lump in your pants."Jesus! I thought I was still dreaming. I couldn't believe what my gorgeous, naked mother was offering!"It's alright, son. We know you've probably learned a lot about sex in your travels that you want to try with somebody. He told me to get the paddle and that he was going to teach me not to play with my little dick. He had me strip naked and get on my knees to apologize to him. My apology, was of course, not good enough, so he ordered me to crawl over to my weight training bench and bend over the angled upper part. There was no warm up. Just like dad did, it was full force from the beginning. The first took my breath away. I was shocked at how hard a man could hit. (I had played with a Domina before, and. There were so many people out there, living without the clarity that Master had provided her. Life was only worth living if it was spent serving one person ... true happiness came from putting your own needs aside, and dedicating yourself entirely to the needs of another.And one night, when Slut woke up to the unfamiliar sound of silence, an idea penetrated her sleepy brain. An idea that immediately resonated with truth, an idea that was so instantly right that she knew she couldn’t ignore. We were both married but could speak openly about all issues and subjects. The one thing that really got me about her where her feet. They were perfect in every way, always clean and smooth, nicely trimmed toe nails and beautifully formed (toes and arches). The one thing that killed it for me were her shoes, ugly would be an understatement, big and clunky, even her sandals. It took a while, don’t get me wrong, I had to work at this, but over the course of time I was able to gently poke at her.