I could feel her sobs dying away as she slowly came back to reality and her tiny frame blended into mine. I lifted up her face so that she looked at m....“You know you were due that punishment. Now it is over. No harm done apart from a little pain. Now say thank you to your Mistress for teaching you a valuable lesson.”She looked at me with a sorrowful expression on her face before finally, “Thank you, Mistress,” was whispered to me. I bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before. I always loved the feeling of her boobs pressing against me.“Have you been eating, Joel? You look like you lost weight,” she said, cupping my cheek.“I’m fine.”I tried not to ogle, but fuck me, mom was wearing a tight vest top and even tighter yoga pants. Usually, she wore quite conservative clothes, like sweaters and cardigans. I hoped that was a hint of some sort.“Thanks for coming over,” she said.“No problem,” I replied, holding up my tool bag. “What do you need done?”“I’d like a shelf to be. When the heat just approaches the level of pain (and it takes much longer than you thought it would) I rise back up on my knees and kiss you with all the heat and passion you have brought me. I move back a little on the sofa so I can unbutton you shirt. You stand and pull me up with you. I slide the shirt off your shoulders then slowly begin to pull your tshirt out of your waistband. When I have worked that loose, I take the bottom and pull it up over your head. I lift my hands and slowly. 'Your name is Slut. What is your name?' 'Slut,' she sobbed. 'Good girl. Are you ready?' 'Yes, Sir.' The belt struck softer this time and she was overwhelmed by a sense of disappointment. 'Two. Thank you Slut. Harder!' This time she screamed as the leather sliced across her buttocks. 'Four. Thank you Slut. Harder!' Her legs gave way at the final strike. As she sat on the cold, wet floor with the hot water pouring over her she saw a thin trickle of blood running into the drain. 'Five. Thank you.