Ursula’s legs were free but Kim could throw her right leg over them to restrain her if necessary. The position might Dirty Masseur 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 orgasm 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 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 tomorrow night, I’m inviting Ryan to the show so he can see the price you’re paying for his behavior. I’m going to put you over a pillow for that, I’m 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. How could this have happened, Oh God, how could this have happened, the lament running through her head like an old vinyl record hitting a scratch and playing the same lines over and over, she crawled into her bed and buried her head. She loved her Mother but she was now nothing but a subject of hatred and scorn, she sobbed. Kim was gone the next morning, no note, nothing but the paddle still laying on the bed, with pillows mounded in the center, a stark and frightening reminder of what was to come. Neither of the women had slept well, Kim began vilifying herself, she knew she’d gone overboard but she had no intention of backing off, he’d chosen, fine, tonight he was going to see what it had cost Ursula. Ursula had silently sobbed until deep in the night, what had she done, oh what the fuck had she done. She’d let it happen, they, she and her Mother were suppose to share but when Ryan had begun to favor her she hadn’t objected, the opposite in fact, she’d reveled in the attention. It was painful to pull on busty panties the next morning but Ursula got then up then added loose fitting shorts, a tee shirt and flip flops, she staggered down the stairs, in the bedroom she discovered Kim’s reminders of what young was yet to come but no Kim, she went to the kitchen. Ryan deepthroat came bouncing down the stairs, the smell of freshly brewed the coffee the lure. None of deepthroat them noticed the larger eggs within the room beginning to shake. Linda was in pain again even if the suckers now got all her attention. "You like this, don't you?" the boy whispers in my ear. With every thrust, young he struggled to sheathe his entire length due to the resistance. And you'll get 3 punishments for it." Lisa laughs. “Hi Holly!” I Dirty Masseur laugh. Ann patiently waited as a war of words went through my mind. Of course, I orgasm need more, more corruption, more busty of Cora, so I get up and start going through her dresser drawer looking for her underwear drawer and find it. I think she’s my friend now, or at least we are becoming friends I guess.