As the first rattan stroke lashed down, my memory of beatings past surfaced. I remembered distinctly how I’d grown to like the sting, which wasn’t...what was meant to happen in a punishment. Yes, I liked the bite and the sting, and maybe the shame too! A second stroke broke my nostalgic reverie as it hit just below where the first had landed. Both marks throbbed and ached as my tormentor paced around the room, whipping the cane through the air. He cackled and admonished me, “I hope I’m getting. " Do what again? Do you mean the club? No… I couldn't; not dressed like this."Mom hadn't changed since the park, and I knew she was correct. Her light top and shorts wouldn't be that warm once the sun had finally set.However, I remembered something. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of Jess's clothes, and had them nicely folded in boxes I placed in my closet."Mom, you can wear something of Jess's," I hesitantly said.Mom looked surprised by my offer, and made another comment that put herself. Cassandra gave her a knowing wink before answering her question. "I've always been fascinated by mirrors, ever since I was young. How they create perfect reflections of ourselves that are still somehow our complete opposites. If we are right-handed, our reflections will be left-handed. But, what about our minds, our personalities? If we're weak-willed, who's to say that our reflections might not be strong-willed in return? As silly as it may seem, I began searching for the answers to these. She screamed loud and just when she did I placed my lips on hers to assure that I am right there and we kissed for a while and she again begged me to open her eyes at least. I didn’t listen.I went down again and applied what I brought. A feather, on her cunt.I just put the feather over her cunt and rubbed it. She went so made that the whole bed was vibrating and just when she went mad, I took an ice cube and put it over her pussy lining. She screamed my name and begged me to lick her.I poured.