‘Well since I like to always give you ‘six of the best’ with the cane, I will now give you four more strokes. Be sure and count them,’ my wife...said. Tap, whistle, SPLAT! ‘Three, thank you, ma’am,’ I said. ‘I see you have him trained very well,’ Jane remarked. My wife kept caning me until I had my six strokes. At least, being secured down like I was, it made it so I wouldn’t get additional strokes for getting out of position. After the caning, Jane asked my wife, ‘So, have you decided what you. "We want you prepared for life sweety" my mom said. "So let`s get started" said my dad. I was still trying to understand what was happening. My dad grab me and made me stand up. He started caressing my shoulders and he kissed me. I was stunned. My mom started caressing my back while I was kissing my dad. I just stood still and let everything happened to me. My dad went on to caress my boobs. My mom`s hands went onto my ass t and lifted my dress to caress my ass through my panties. I was afraid.. "Why not? What they don't know won't hurt them," she'd retorted, accepting my money and urging me on. Twenty sous. That had been her price. Two shiny coins slipped into the palm of her hand at the top of the hill.At first I'd accepted her pecuniary reasoning at face value. I'd assumed that as a nun without a regular income she was doing it for the money, but then one day I'd grasped that she got a strange kick from pandering to my voyeurism. She was a nun denied the pleasures of the flesh, and. Jimmy only rarely penetrated her . . . rarely made love to her as man is supposed to do. And so it went. Jimmy exercised his power over her to get her to indulge his whims, in the fading hope he would love her. What would happen when he went off to college next year? That though made Heather shiver. She already knew the answer . . . she would be trapped! If there was only some way to make Jimmy see. The realtionship is a two way street. It shouldn't be about serving his.