I was so amazed at the story that Mom was telling, I didn't notice how close she had moved to me. She was sneaking peeks down into the water to see if...I still had an erection. I wasn't bashful, so I didn't pay much attention. I told her that she should contact Ashley if she thought that it was a good idea. The whole thing sounded fun to me! I told her that I was going to turn in. She said she would stay in the pool a little longer.I climbed out and grabbed my pile of clothes. I am sure Mom was. I kissed the side of her neck before bending her over at the waist till she could hold onto the side of the tub. Then I soaped the fingers of my right hand and caressed the delicate skin around her asshole. Angel tensed just a little and then began to make a soft moaning sound low in her throat as she relaxed. Pressing one finger tightly against that snug opening, I pushed in slowly as I supported her body with my other arm around her waist. She made a little yelp as the tip of my finger. Mom made it clear to me that any sign of frustration or anger from any of the slaves, even if it's just giving me a dirty look must be dealt with in an expeditive kind of way. Even in doubt, she's known for giving superb bitch slaps to the slaves. She made clear to me that the reason to scourge them hard is to break down any desire for revenge from the slaves and to make sure that the next time they'll look at me again, I'll see the eyes of a battered dog, not those of a man who thinks he has. " "You will. First we have to do some shopping. Go get ready." He lets go of me and I nod. "Yes, Master." I start to stand up, just to feel a slap across my bottom. "What have I told you?" "I'm so sorry, Master!" I can't believe that I forgot! When I am in shame, I must be on my knees at all times in front of my Master. "You know what that means." "Yes, Master." He sits down again and I lie across his lap, face down. Immediately his palm comes down hard on my backside. "One," he announces. "Now.