Sweetpain was not satisfied, “What are you? A pussy? Give me the paddle I’ll show you how to spank properly. If you get it wrong again, she gets d...uble the number of strokes from me.”With a strong swing, Sweetpain hit the paddle on her ass. Sarah screamed out loud, but didn't forget to count.“Sorry, but the two strokes don't count. I hope for you, your boyfriend makes it better this time.”With a slightly shaky hand Ben struck, “one, I'm a naughty girl and deserve to be punished.”Sweetpain. To my surprise, she still said nothing to every what-if until I was left with the big what-if, the fucking what-if that I never wanted to even think about for me or my mom, only to hear her say she would do nothing even then.I could not believe what I was hearing. She simply could not mean that, but she assured me she did mean that, had given it a great deal of thought, and decided she could do nothing. She went on to make me promise not to come to her aid under any circumstances. She did not. You know neither. Do you start to feel the depth of your predicament? Do you feel any fear yet? You’ve been caught and now you can’t escape. You listened to some hot nasty sex tapes and had a couple of wicked jerks, but now you can’t get Her out of your mind. All you do is crave for Her voice and obey Her commands. It seemed like the flu at first, a slight sickness and fever. But it’s a full blown a****l now, pacing inside my brain, licking away my mind, devouring its thoughts and feelings,. Satisfied that the grime of a long hard day was cleansed from my body I pulled on my boxers and jeans. Then draping the towel across my bare shoulders I walked back into the living room. I stood gazing at Mom for several minutes, unsure of what to say really, before she realized that I was standing there staring at her and looked up at me. Mom was silent as she looked at me appraisingly. It was almost like she was looking at a man other than her own son as her eyes traveled from one end of my.