During the first few months she found reason to spank her son at least once a week, often more and expected the need to reduce. However the frequency ...ad not reduced. He wasn’t learning. Even when she made him bend over for the cane he claimed he was sorry and wouldn’t do it again, but once the caning was over he just seemed to lapse back in to his old ways.One thing she noticed though was how he was well behaved in company, as though his fear was to be disciplined in front of anyone else.. Do you think that’s weird? Like… wrong?” I shook my head. “No, no. I guess it’s natural. You’re like this, I’m like that. You like being dominant, I like being submissive. No big deal. It’s, you know, natural.” “It’s just, sometimes I wonder whether I’m crazy or something. Insane, you know?” “Well, do you want to do sadistic things to me?” “No, no! Definitely not! I just get a rush when you do what I want. And I want you to enjoy this just as much as I do. I would never want to harm you!”. I'm old enough to be his mother for God's sake."I raised myself on an elbow and gazed down at her lying alongside me. Her well-shaped and firm breasts rose and fell as she continued taking deep breaths."He's a very lucky boy to have a mother like you." I said, and licked her belly button. She was as naked, and sheened with sweat and secretions, as I.She stood up and wiped herself with a towel, then started dressing. I realised she was concerned about something, and used her towel, sweet with. The bar wasraised until he was standing on his toes. Bill began to scream to be let go,the older woman stuffed a gag in his mouth and locked it in place with aleather strap, " I told you to be a good girl, until you learn not toscream we will have to gag you.Bill had never felt so helpless. He was nude, standing on his toes with hiswrists bound to a bar above his head. The women brought an article ofclothing over and put it around his crotch and locked it in place, Billrealized it was a.