Chapter 329 Her Cock Night:>>25

• Matt entered. He stuffed a small, rock-hard red apple into her mouth and strapped it in. After securing her limbs, he picked up the bamboo and said, "This is for wearing a halter and shorts yesterday, rather than your approved clothing. It's time to mark you, but with something more substantial than a flyswatter."
• Without more preliminaries, he raised the cutting and struck it down on the middle of her tight ass. Janice clenched her teeth on the apple but remained still, conscious of the moment: the first time her son applied an actual whip stroke to his own mother's flesh. She felt semi-delirious with excitement. Perspiration appeared in the small of her back. Her ass showed a distinct red line. He struck a second time, harder and higher than the first. She groaned for five seconds. A second stripe appeared, more livid than the first. "Your skin shows the marks beautifully, mother." Her head hung forward, saliva flowing around the apple onto the chair. He struck again with a vicious cut, lower than the first mark. Her head snapped up as she screamed outright, remembering in a flood of images the worst punishments he'd administered: dipping her breasts in burning lotion, sinking tea clamps onto her nipples and labia, heating metal funnels that imprisoned her breasts. Now she felt the sweat coursing down her spine into the crack of her ass. A third weal bloomed into being on her buttocks. When he specifically lashed the dark coral ring of her sphincter, she screamed and faded out to the familiar duet of clicks and flashes.
• When Janice opened her eyes, she'd been moved up onto the chair, flipped over and retied. She was kneeling, her arms fastened to her ankles, a bolster behind her upper back so her torso was diagonal, a pillow under her ass to expose her slit. Her ass cheeks and ass hole burned on the pillow from the willow cutting. The apple gag had been removed. The heat lamps stared at her. By her side, Matthew knelt on the chair arm, facing her, holding a creamsicle.