"Mama. What's wrong"

"Oh Mindy! I feel so terribly guilty. You are my one and only daughter and I went down on you like a sex-crazed lesbian. I am as bad as your father. No! Worse! At least he didn't fuck you.

"Oh Mom. Don't feel bad. It was wonderful and I needed you."

Through choking sobs I answered, "Nnno. Itt was wrong. I shouldn't have done it. I feel so guilty."

"Maybe if you are so guilty. You should be punished. It may relieve your guilt."

"Nnnooo That won't work. I like to be punished."

"How can you be so sure. You have never been punished by a woman. Especially not by your daughter."

"You are wrong. I have been punished by a woman. A nun spanked me in Catholic school. I never forgot. I just hated it."

"Great. Wait here. I will find something."

She came back a little later with an eighteen inch flat rubber bungee cord we had used to hold our meager possessions on the car when we moved. It looked extremely painful.

"But it has hooks on the end. It will tear my skin."

"Naw, the hooks come right off. See? Since you are bigger and stronger than me I brought others to hold you in place in case you change your mind. It shouldn't turn you on if I just hit your butt."

She handed me the rubber thong after she had slid out the hooks. And I noted it's weight and the length that would provide leverage. As an experiment I hit my thigh with it. It really hurt!

"Ow! That thing really hurts."

"Of course it does. It is supposed to. You said you wanted to be punished. If you just get a little pain you will just get turned on like I did when you pulled out my pussy hair." God. That was a cheap shot. I had enjoyed her whimpers as I slowly pulled out the hairs. I knew it would not have hurt nearly as much if I had just jerked them out instead of slowly pulling them till the skin was stretched before the hair gave. I also enjoyed the fact that it had turned her on. At least I had the whole weekend to heal. There was no doubt I would be bruised. "Yes, you are right. Spank me with it."

She tied me to our old fashioned iron bed by making a couple of wraps around my wrist and ankles and hooking the cord around the bedposts. She had to pull as hard as she could to get them hooked. Then she slid a board under my hips to force my ass up in the air so she could put pillows at my hip joints to raise my ass so high my legs and arms did not touch the bed.

Finally she was satisfied and asked me how many spanks I thought I could take. I told her maybe twenty.

"Alright. You are probably underestimating hoping it will just make you excited so I will give you thirty so you can be punished the way you say you should."

That wasn't true, just one had hurt and I thought I was being incredibly brave to ask for twenty but when I protested she jammed a pair of panties in my mouth and held them in with a bandanna.

"In case you scream we don't want to scare the neighbors into calling the cops. Also I would feel sorry for you and quit if I heard you scream."

She started from my left side and started at the top of the round part of my butt and worked down. The pain was indescribable but I found that my butt began to get numb and it was bearable except when she got to the bottom and began hitting my inner thighs and the lips of my pussy. I was sobbing uncontrollably when she went to the other side and repeated the process. she hit me very hard but spaced apart so I could anticipate the next place the whip would land. remarkably I began to look forward to the upcoming blows to my pussy and when it happened I came eruptively and lost consciousness.

I awoke to find I was untied but still lying on the pillows as Mindy was putting cold wet towels on my ass.

She realized I was awake when I turned my head toward her. She was crying.

"Oh Mom I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hit so hard. I didn't know I would like whipping someone so much. I came. I came twice!"

"Don't feel bad Mindy. So did I."

"Really! You are awesome. I would have passed out by the third or fourth hit."

"I doubt it. You are a tough kid. I guess the punishment didn't prove anything though."

"Yes it did. It just proved we are awesomely sexy people. We don't have to feel guilty. God made us this way."

I was quick to agree with this explanation. It was either that or enroll us in a mental institution. I got up to inspect the damage. There was a lot. Every place the thick end of the rubber hit there was a bruise which meant almost all of my ass had bruises. To my surprise there was no blood.

"Don't worry mom I will put salve on it every two hours night and day. It will be okay."

She was right. Either the salve or her massages removed all the welts and just left faint bruises by Monday. If Mr. Marker noticed them I planned to tell him they were left over from my Friday whipping.

I didn't do anything to deserve a spanking monday or tuesday so he didn't notice the bruises from his desk as I flashed my butt faxing memos and taking things out of shelves.

Wednesday was a slow day so while sitting at my desk It dawned on me that it was close to the end of the month and now we could move out of that rat haven we called home. When he sent me down to pick up our lunches from the fancy restaurant I stopped and picked up a newspaper to look for a new apartment.

After lunch I faxed a few messages for him and then sat at my desk to redline possible apartments. Even though I felt rich after being so hard up I was disappointed in the few apartments we could afford. There must have been a lapse in phone calls as I sensed him near me.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to find another apartment where my daughter can go to a better school. It is kind of disappointing. There are not many I can afford in good neighborhoods."

"You didn't tell me you had a daughter. How old is she?"

"She's twelve but she looks fifteen. I am afraid someone in our terrible neighborhood might rape her."

"You don't need an apartment. I have a huge house. Maybe you could move in with me."

"It seems like a terrible imposition. Aren't you afraid we will disturb your peace. You have never had kids, you might be bugged by my daughter."

"If your daughter is like you I am sure I will love her."

"She is like me alright. She already has breasts nearly as big as mine.In a year or two we will look like twins. She knows you whip me when I am bad and she understands. She would expect to be whipped too if she is bad."

That convinced him totally. I felt a little guilty about offering her but I was sure she wouldn't mind and the idea of having a whole house and the probability of much more sex made it more than worth it.

"As far as being an imposition is concerned you and your daughter can do the housekeeping and I can fire that crotchety old housekeeper my Dad hired. I have been going to do it for years but I just haven't found time to interview a replacement. Naturally if you don't do a good job you will be punished."

I told him again that we would both expect that.

"As far as school is concerned all the schools in this town are bad. I am constantly hearing about high school graduates who can't read. I will arrange a private tutor."

"That sounds wonderful. Are you sure? We will do anything to make you happy."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure, and I expect both of you to make me happy. Where do you live? I'll have Mayflower come and move your things."

"Oh that won't be necessary. We live in a furnished apartment. We can get all our things in the Miata." He lifted his eyebrows at that.

"Fine. Here is a remote control to open the main gate and here is a key to get in the house if I am not there. I have to take a client to dinner but I shouldn't be long as I don't like him. My house is isolated so you will need this map."