Chapter 323 Her Cock Night:>>19

• Matt wondered if she would permit him to do absolutely anything to her, any time and any place. He decided to try something. Sitting on the kitchen counter were a plant mister and a new, eighteen inch flyswatter. He emptied the mister of its tepid water, the kind he'd used on her breasts in his bedroom, and refilled it with very hot water. Returning to the table, he sat and pointed the mister at her breast. "Since you're so hot, let's spray you off." Her eyes wide with shame and fear, he squeezed the mister at the breast nearest him. The searing spray covered the entire breast, making the thin fabric invisible. When the scalding water made contact, she yelled, "Arrgghh!" and jerked up so hard the entire chair left the floor for a second. Yet it was clear the drenched nipple was even larger than before. She was relieved that her discipline had finally begun. Her cunt flooded and she felt the gusset of her panties become damp.
• Leaning over in his chair, he grabbed her chin and turned her head so that she faced him. "I will not tolerate it when you make a mess in the kitchen." She squirmed her hips and stared at the table, frozen by the degrading picture she knew she presented. He sprayed the other breast, but this time she didn't yell.
• He decided to introduce another tool. He lifted the flyswatter and held it in front of her, grasping her dripping breast in his other hand and squeezing. In a haze, she realized her son, who had already bound, slapped and scalded her breasts by the pool, was now actually going to beat them. Her cunt shuddered. Drops of water fell to her thigh in slow motion. "You will not vacation again without me." Still gripping the breast, he struck the outside. "Thwack!" The sound seemed to echo in the large kitchen. "Mmmm," she sighed, grinding her groin into the chair. "Thwack!" He hit the tender underside.