He woke the next morning in her bed. Birds sang outside. The sun was shining. But he felt very, very cold and like he had gone seven rounds with Georg... Foreman. The root of his tongue ached as though someone had tried to pull it out of his mouth. His lips were chapped and bruised and his whole face felt as though it had a wicked razor burn. There were scratches on his ribs. His penis and balls were exquisitely tender and bright red. Gerta was positively chirpy. She was singing a sweet German. Stroking my clit, I moaned. He worked that little nub pleasing me. Lifting me higher, sliding two fingers inside, he worked my tight cunt.SMACK. He spanked my aching ass before rubbing the flesh. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I realized this punishment isn’t over yet. He fingered my cunt with the vibrator pressed against my clit.SMACKSMACKSMACKHe quickly pulls away, empty air replacing where he once was. My ass was pulsating from the punishment I just received. Roughly I felt him cut the ace bandage. Inside, wool blankets covered the dirt floor, a wooden table contained a bowl and drinking horns, and a small fire burned in the center of the room. My mother, Shaking Bear, stirred the coals of the dying fire. The low light was desirable, given the anticipated rite. My mother smiled at me but said nothing. Her pride-filled eyes gave all the approval I needed. She had always been my protector.We all sat on the blankets as my father sang a song and beat his feet around the room. The room was a. Over the years, she had been called a lot of things, you can bet yoursweet bippy, deferential was not one of them. When Ellen wantedsomething, she just did it. Thinking if her husband objected, he wouldhave to speak up, which he smartly never did. She was in charge in thebedroom. They had sex only when she said so. She accepted that thelack of sexual excitement was the price to be paid as a regular marriedcouple. She went along to get along, if nothing else her husband was agood.