‘Yeah, that’s fine… Emily…’ ‘I really need to go.’ She interjects. ‘I need to speak…’ ‘Look, I asked you to fuck me and you did....You helped save my marriage, thanks.’ There’s a term in rock climbing – gripped. Being gripped means the icy hand of terror squeezes the courage from you, freezing you in place. You convince yourself the next move will be your death. So you cling to the rock while panic claims your mind and saps your strength. It’s really quite insidious. You see, you can’t cling to. They can see all of me, including my ass having been freshly spanked, and hopefully remember that I’m not their little girl anymore.”I watched his eyebrows go up before he nodded. The smile that spread across his face worried me a bit though. “Very well, my dear, but I have to babysit until Sonia gets back, and Marian had to work for a few hours this morning, so she’s not available either. You said you wanted to be reminded that you were my slave, so I want you to go down to the kitchen, get a. The black clad figure stood up on my bed and proceeded to slide down her tight pants and panties. The sight was quite unexpected. She had tight little legs leading up to an immaculately shaved pussy. Her stomach was flat and revealed muscle tone as her shirt slid up a little. "You might even like this more than I will", she said as she straddled me and began lowering down on me. "I gotta see what this is like".I felt her warm, wet pussy hit my tip and I was electrified. Her pussy was. Bedsprings. She's sitting on the bed. Staring at me. Suddenly standing next to me. Softly rubbing my back, my thighs. Now very maternal. "Did that hurt, honey?" Ye..yes Mommy." Good. It was supposed to. Are you going to be a good girl now?" Yes Mommy." Good. Come over to the bed. I have a present for a pretty girl who took her spanking well."I walked over to the bed. I stood in front of her. She was smiling more than ever. "I am so proud of you Davia." Thank you Mommy." Then I kissed her hand..