The punishment dress had been to well esigned.A couple of hours latter I felt a growing need to pee. I called out to mother seeking an opportunity to ...se the potty. She just laughed at that and reminded me, "Honey in the punishment dress you are well padded and expected to use the diapers even if you don't want to. In fact that is part of the punishment. Honey you are silly to forget that."After another half hour I gave in to the bladder pressure and used the diaper. It was a very humiliating. At this point I needed some more I move my hand from her waist and cupped one of her perfect tits. Her nipple was already hard and when I pinched it a little she gave a quick breath and moaned just a little. I took this as a green light and I moved my hand from outside of her shirt to under it. I was nibbling on her neck and ear while trying to spend equal time on both of her sweet titties. She rolled over onto her back and reached into my boxers. Her hand was warm and my cock was about to. “But it must,” I protested. “It’s the—”The anger burst out of him again. He twisted his body and struck me with his arm as he turned. Pain flared in my side as I stumbled back. I crashed into his chest of drawers. The wooden furniture creaked and rocked. I bounced off and fell onto my hands and knees. Tears sprang to my cheek.The anger melted from his face. “Pater’s cock,” he groaned, rushing to me. “My sweetling. I didn’t mean to hit you.”“I’m fine, Father,” I lied, such anger surging through. I could see a big bulge starting to appear next to his left knee and the shape of his bell end was starting to show through his jogging pants. I could not believe how wet my pussy was getting as I could feel it running out of me. Offering Simon a drink I stood up and walked over to the cupboard because I knew the classes were on the bottom shelf, I bent over again keeping my legs straight knowing that he could see my arse. As I looked through my legs to see if he was looking I could see beads.