He wordlessly landed stroke after stroke on my bottom as I cried and screamed and finally begged for mercy. He was done after 30 or so strokes and my ...bottom was red and full with cane marks.He got me up and ripped off my thongs while trying to get me clothed. He finally managed to get up my nylons and in his rage dragged me to the place where he was fishing leaving my t-shirt and hoodie back in the forest.Then he realized one of his fishing rods was gone. A large fish probably bit and dragged. Woh safai kar chuki thi and jaane wali thi. usne mujhse kaha ki main jaa rahi hoon shaam ko aayungi ……….. maine tabhi usko bol sunita andar aayo. woh chup chaap aa gayi. woh sharma rahi thi. boli – haanji, maine bola yahan baitho. woh chup chap baith gayi. maine usse kaha tumhe pta hai tum kinni shundar ho. woh sharmane lagi. phir maine uska haath pakad liya. woh nervous hone lagi. boli kya kar rahe ho.Maine bola tum haath laga rha hoon. maine apna haath uski back par lagane laga woh kuch nahi. She had one hand back on her right cheek and she was smiling from that side, too. Her sphincter muscle, the small brown hole, was available for viewing. "You know," he said, "I couldn't figure out what was going on when I came in here tonight. Now I know. You have a little anal surprise for me, eh?" Yes," she said. "Something like that." She rubbed her right ass cheek. "Do you like it when I do stuff like that?" she asked."Like what?" he asked back, his eyes glued to his wife's sliding fingers.. "Mom?" I asked."I was just thinking. I've never seen you like this. I never thought I would see you like this." She looked at Sheila. "I don't think words can express how thankful I am that you came into his life."Poor Sheila looked flummoxed. "I don't know what to say." You don't have to say anything," Mom said. "Look, let's all go in the living room," she said. We did, Mom and Dad in their favorite chairs, Sheila and I together on the couch."Does she know?" Mom asked me."Yes," I said, knowing.