I was desperately hoping for a second chance to revisit what had once been a fantasy come true. “Economics Major.” “Magna cum Laude.” “Quart...ermaster School.” “Company Command.” “So what will I be doing for you?” she asked. I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t catch her question until she had asked it twice. I apologized for my lack of attentiveness. She silently stood up, facing me, as I leaned against the front of my desk, an arm’s distance in front of her. She was expressionless. I had seen. So do your best to hold still.” “I am so sorry,” I said. “This will not happen again, Miss Sally.” Then I felt the first swat from this paddle. It hurt so much that I exclaimed, “Ouch! That really hurts!” “It is supposed to hurt. I told you this would be a severe spanking.” Then SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, many more times. Now my bottom was hurting so much that I was moving about and I brought my hands back to rub my poor bottom. “Don’t rub your bottom until I tell you to! Your spanking isn’t over. I slapped her harder on that beautiful ass. Her bottom was quivering from the blow; and I could see the pink mark of my hand on her right buttock. She bit her lower lip but remained silent.I felt guilty that I had slapped her so hard. My heart went soft. After all she was my mother and I was going to make love to her….no, fuck her. I kissed the back of her neck lightly. I reached around and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet!I played with her clitoris and she moaned and spread her legs to. I had not expected to stay very long so I only had the one suit I was wearing, a pair of jeans and two clean shirts with me. Although I had enjoyed the bath in The Spa, a warm shower and shave refreshed me and I was just putting on a clean polo shirt when there was a knock on the door.Surprisingly, it was Rachel. She had changed and was wearing white slacks and a sleeveless blouse that showed off her beautiful breasts to advantage. To call her black may have been politically correct but was an.