We were all we had and I betrayed her. I watched as she grabbed a plastic shopping bag and began throwing what few possessions she had into it. We did...'t have much as momma sold or pawned anything of value."If you wanna come, get your shit together," she said slipping on a pair of shorts. I stood as if in a trance watching her. I wanted to go but at the same time I was scared. Not just of what momma would do if she caught us, but of not knowing what would happen to us. Even if we made it to. Host swung his cane in a wide circle and brought it down hard on the offered breasts. The woman gave a small cry but held her place. His next blow swung upwards whipping both tits upwards. Again there was just a cry from her. When he repeated the strokes her eyes filled with tears. Turning to me the Marmid, said, "The object is to try and make the woman you are caning give up early. You then get the chance of caning her arse and give your wife or, in your case, housekeeper, a better chance of. "Rick," his mom said, "why don't you stay out here and, ah, maybe untie the covering, you know get things settled down." Her eyes flicked to his crotch and returned to his face. He blushed, when he realized his hard-on was standing out tent like from the front of his shorts."Okay, I'll . . . I'll get things ready to carry in," he stammeredShe grinned and walked around the truck to join Jean on her way to the house.Within twenty minutes, the load was in the house, and they were ready to start. When it plug goes, water and shit spew from my ass to the ground and down my legs. I feel the cold water of the hose like a shock as she sprays me down, keeping any of the waste water from staying on me for long. It feels like a long time before the flow stops, more solid pieces coming out at the end. She doesn't touch me or come inside the frame until after she is sure I'm empty and she has hosed me clean and washed most of the waste off the other side of the slab. I hear her boots click on.