I open my mouth like a begging baby bird, and my golden goddess grants me her favour.Bright gold and hot, her piss sprays less than neatly and I must ...lose my eyes as it fills my mouth, but covers my cheeks as well before she rocks her hips to point it at my chin and neck. I swallow convulsively, I feel the burn come into me as I work my hands over my breasts, rubbing her golden pee into every inch of my skin, undoing my belt and zipper so I can rub the stream of pee over my own pale white. "You, Bessie, lash or sack?" I repeated before the under cook."Keep your trap shut," Cook snorted."Lash or sack?" I asked Milly the scullery maid."What have I done to deserve this sir?" she asked."What you have not done is to bathe child," I said."But the lads should certainly defile me if I didn't stink sir!" she said honestly."Just two lashes then, gentle ones," I offered, "This time." On my hand sir?" she asked."No on your bare bottom," I assured her."Ohhhh sir!" she tittered."That's a lash. I got volunteers to be my partners and to record the reactions.After lunch I played volleyball with Pete Nowak and some of the girls. I was kind of distracted by their breasts bouncing as they jumped up to spike the ball, and we ended up losing, but it was still a lot of fun.When I got back to the dorm Rod had just come back from playing soccer. I suggested to him that we fool around a little before he hit the showers. We started off by licking one another's feet. His were covered in dirt and. I felt weak in my knees, my whole face became hot, andeven worse a helpless and throbbing full erection had occurred.Previously whenever my mother or aunt had verbally humiliated me I wouldreluctantly get sexually aroused thinking about it later on, but duringthe time when the degrading comments were actually being made to my faceI had maintained control over myself.Therefore, this was a new low for me. My mother had now become soaggressive and skilled at using degrading homosexual insults.