I get dressed, and as I do I realize my clothes are still in the bathroom. The dirty ones and the ones dad brought me. I hurry there and gather them, ...utting some into the hamper and taking the others back to my room.With a last look in the mirror, I go out again, ready to face my mother. Dad's still in the shower when I'm there. I feel like the worst kind of slut to hug her and act like nothing's happened.She's going upstairs to change before she gives me a stern look once she learns I haven't. For her first punishment, I pull her arms over her head and cuff her to a chain. Then I attach a spreader bar to her ankles, so now she forms an inverted Y. I go up to her and suck a nipple into my mouth, tugging at it as she moans. I slide her dress the rest of the way off of her and pull on the chain drawing her up so her feet barely touch the ground. I go to the wall behind her and grab a whip and remove my shirt as I walk quietly back over to her. My first strike is a gentle across her. "Michael!" she said laughing with me. But I could sense she was slightly intrigued by the idea.Nicky and Jennifer approached Catherine and me."Excuse us, Michael, but could we talk to Grandmother?" she asked, winking at me."Of course! I was just leaving," I told them."Good luck!" I thought to both of them as I left.I grabbed a banana from the snack tray, and wandered over to where Natalie and Grace were talking with Randi and John."So, there you are. We thought you got lost or something!" Grace. ‘I think that can be arranged,’ I managed to say. At that moment our food arrived. ‘This smells great,’ Kayla said. It took me a moment to pull my thoughts away from all the erotic possibilities for the evening, and turn my focus towards the plate full of the best smelling lasagna I’ve ever had. We shifted to talking about future plans as we ate. Kayla was looking forward to Notre Dame and all the classes she would take. She was planning on majoring in mathematics, but she was planning on.