Iquickly came to her side and asked if she was ok, momreally strained to look me in the eye and said she wasreally tired for some reason, and maybe sh... should golie down for awhile. I told her that was a good idea and I would help her toher room upstairs. She said no, she’ll just lie here onthe couch and watch TV if I didn’t mind. Not at all Itold her, you just rest and I’ll be back with a pillowand a blanket. Mom smiled and told me how proud she wasof me, and that she brags. ” But Mike never heard the answer. His father stormed out of the lounge and ripped the phone from his hand.“You little shit!” he bellowed, his face almost purple with rage. “I’ll have you in court within twenty-four hours!” Mike moved quickly out of range of his father. “Do you know how old she is? Eh? She’s fifteen, that’s how old! You dirty little bastard.” Maurice swung from side to side, almost pulling the phone cord from the wall. Mike shuffled back into the lounge to discover his mother. I was still blindfolded so I couldn’t see what you were doing; all I could tell was you had a ranging hard-on that was digging into my stomach –I couldn’t wait to taste it. I felt the first strike of the cane hit my buttocks. I screamed out in pain. You hit me again and then stopped after I screamed once again. “My dear sub, what’s the matter, you wanted to be taught a lesson, am I not doing that? Oh and we must start again because you haven’t counted. I want you to say I’m sorry for. Similar pictures were easy to find, and she spent hours looking at them, her hand a permanent fixture up her own skirt. The knickers had long gone, and she spent a lot of time with her own fingers in her pussy, whilst laying on the other hand, as if it was tied there.The more she couldn’t move, the more she thrived on it. She knew she wanted to feel the rope itself on her body. On her naked body. But she was never going to ask Art to do it for her.That would be far too embarrassing, especially.