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“I wasn’t showing my ass off to anyone Mommy,” she said. “Wearing those cute new panties, were they attention grabbers, did the guys like them when you bent over the pool table?” “Mommy, please, I wasn’t intentionally showing off for them.” “No, I don’t suppose you have to, seems to me your damned brother more than takes care of it, doesn't he?” “I’m going to let you keep them on for a little while, be a shame for you have worn them and not get them touched.” At that moment she knew, she absolutely knew, she was a pawn in a Mom, Son game, oh, she’d fucked up big time but this was about more than just that. When Kim took her hand and guided her down it wasn’t a game anymore. Her small hand stung on Ursula’s plump bottom, she struck with a flurry until Ursula was whimpering, “Mommy, please.” She stood the big girl up, “That was only the warm-up, my dear, let’s get these panties off.” Kim positioned herself differently, then brought her daughter over her left leg and curled her around so she could get her left arm around her. Ursula’s legs were free but Kim could throw her right leg over them to restrain her if necessary. The position might have looked cartoonish, but it was an effective way for a hundred and thirty pound woman to restrain her one hundred and sixty pound daughter. Kim picked up her tool from the bed. Clear Lexan, 16 inches long and four inches wide and 1/4” thick with a rosewood handle, the manufacture’s name for it was “Boudoir,” appropriate since that’s where it was going to utilized. Now Kim implemented it for the first time. The sharp crack and the japanese immediate scream were startling even to Kim, she struck nine more times, rapidly and hard, she paused to see the effect. Even in the dim light she could see, Ursula’s bottom was red. Blood had rushed to the point of the pain, Ursula was whimpering, “Please Mommy, no more.” Another set of ten and a pause, this time Kim said, “Keep your legs together, I don’t want to damage Ryan’s playpen.” Even through the pain Ursula could recall the line from Congreve's play, “The Mourning Bride,” Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Ryan had scorned her and now she, Ursula, was suffering the fury. The paddling resumed, Ursula reached a hand back trying to protect her battered butt, Kim stopped for a moment. “Put your hand up into the small of your back, I’m going to hold it, I don’t want to accidentally hit it and break a finger,” then she continued until she’d completed the set of ten. “We’re going to finish now,” Kim said, and Oh Boy did she have a finish in mind, twenty more. She struck, right at the seam where buttocks meets thigh, one side, the other until she’d given her a total of four then down her thighs. “Ursula screamed, this hurt so much more than on her bottom, Kim lashed up and down one thigh after the other, a total of sixteen vicious strokes, Ursula was gasping and crying convulsively, her Mother calmly said, “We’re done for tonight but we’re going to repeat it teen tomorrow night, I’m inviting Ryan to the show so he can see the price you’re paying for asian his behavior. I’m going to put you over a pillow for that, I’m schoolgirl sure it’s a position you’re well familiar with, now go to your room and get out of my sight.” Still bawling Ursula ran from the room, her Mother’s venomous tongue even more scorching than her paddle. my hand strikes her rear. Visions of herself through their eyes came to her, an asian outside perspective of a normal looking woman; Hair pinned up in a professional style, curves that were neither overly slender nor broad, her Arabic heritage writ plain in the tone of her skin and arch of her delicate brows. They were both so full of the life I bred in them. [Smack] Benjamin hits my right ass cheek. His face turns bright red as he tears his eyes away from mine. Cum bubbled out of her asshole. Smiling again Philip began to fuck her. I took Yavara by the hand and walked with her to the feeding stockades. “John, not everyone japanese is a beast like you. She struggled to turn away from him in the claustrophobic lift, and the family seemed to already be deep in their own conversation anyway. “Yes! I was in the top five in most subjects in my school year including sport so I did have a sense of achievement in what I did but still not much confidence in schoolgirl myself. Moaning softly, grunting occasionally, and breathing heavily. I drove relentlessly into her battered hole, watching her face grow red, watching her cheeks puff with her held-back scream, watching her eyes teen glisten with pain. I stepped past the doorway then motioned for him.