This story is a sequel to The Doctor’s Daughter. Both are set during the War of 1812. Since the death of Major General Brock in the fall of 1812, ne...ther side has scored a decisive victory. There have been minor accomplishments for both the Americans and the British, but the War Hawks in Washington are eager for more promising actions that will validate Jefferson’s boasts that the conquest of Canada is ‘a mere matter of marching’. In the spring of 1813 Major General Henry Dearborn is ordered to. "That’s what I thought. Naughty, dirty slut… Well, I’ll give you what you want.”With that, I remove my hand from your panties and you can’t help the little mewl of frustration that makes its way past the gag. Poor thing. Using both hands now, I rake my fingers up your sensitive inner thighs, scratching them roughly and leaving red streaks in the wake of my nails, which I keep longer for just such a purpose. Then I crouch and lick and bite them too, creating a rush of sensation. As an extra bit. I moved to her right side, still behind her, so that I could use my left hand for a while.I slapped her cheeks, one after the other again with my left hand. As I did so, I said, "Fuck yea, mom, I love slapping your large backside. It's so fucking hot."For a moment, I couldn't believe I had been so crude, but mom seemed ok about it as she said encouragingly, "That's right Jacob, tell me how you like it, and what you want to do to me to make you cum."My dick responded almost immediately to her. I rub the chain of the whip handle between my pussy lips and I immediately get wet. The straps of the leather whip are kind of cold and feel like a stern warning to my breasts. So far in my fantasies I got my bottom spanked and whipped. But now I see myself tied up with my arms stretched above my head. The Master is wearing a hood, I can't see his face. He pinches my breasts and calls me a bitch. He scolds me for being a self-centered and arrogant masturbatrix. He flogs my breasts until I can't.