" She pulled a ball gag from the box waving it in front of my face.NO! I didn't want a gag. I shut my mouth and remained silent as she put the ball ga...g away, continuing to rummage through the box."That's better slave boy." Rita quipped as she pulled something from the box. I had seen it before. It was some sort of whip with many soft velvet ribbons extending from the leather handle.It wasn't meant to hurt as much as titillate. She began with my thighs swinging from above her head to maximize. We’ll take today’s belting as the first one. We’ll start the day after tomorrow. And if your behaviour warrants it while you’re here on holiday, I’ll just have to carry on.’ And that was all that was said about it. A very straightforward woman, my mother. Had a strong right arm, too. Turns out she had bought a cane specially, which she was every bit as proficient at using as Miss Taylor. Strangely, my behaviour didn’t improve much so my bottom stung for the whole holiday. It was heaven. Then. “You want Aunt Donna to jerk it…oh yeah…I love jerking it…so big and fat…FUCK, it’s so fucking fat, Joel…you got the fattest cock in the world, baby!” Her whisper rose to full pitch now and it was more than apparent that she was starting to work herself up in addition to Joel. His balls were so big…she could barely handle both of them with just the one hand, but she was wiggling them around in her palm…squeezing them…pumping them…in hopes, like an inflation bulb on a sphygmomanometer, they. I who have stood since the time of the great cedars. Those tall giants, straight and strong, were cut for ships. I who raise my arms like a cripple begging the sun, my skin bursts in spring with scented lips. Come summer, I unfurl lime hearts to cool the earth.I remember her. She was a villager fleeing up the hill to escape the smoke and shelling. She helped a man climb with her until he could not step higher, and she took him to my shade.She was determined but weary, small for her age, young.