"You know whyyou're being punished, don't you, Tommy?" Erin asked, still using hermotherly voice. "You know exactly what it is you've done." I... I...... I..." he stammered out. She looked down at his crotch andsaw that he'd wet his pants.She hugged him. "It's okay, sweetie, it's okay." She patted the back ofhis head. "Momma's here, Tommy. You'll be just fine." She pulled away,her hands resting on his shoulders. "You'll have to dry those tears,baby, otherwise you're gonna ruin your make-up.". ..” he explained, waving away her concern. By this point in his life, pain was just something that was, there was nothing all that unusual about it.Brushing aside Pete’s explanations, and protests, Ashley pushed up the side of his shirt and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened in shock, but it wasn’t the bruise that spread from Pete’s armpit to his hip that shocked her. Yes, the bruise was gruesome, and she could tell it was painful, but it was the scars that laced his body that put a. Getting in and sitting down it was rather pack due to the holidays. So the plan failed. We watched the movie anyway which was pretty good. While driving home Kyle suggest that tomorrow, we go to a more quiet beach than the main bathing one we had been going to, and take a long walk to be out of site of everyone. It sounded like a real good idea and I agreed. Once home we kissed good night and headed to our rooms. Once I was in bed, I was rather horny and thinking about having sex on the beach,. It felt good to us both and we rested on the bench for some time. My tits were in the air for all to see who went by, as he held two fingers deeply in my red blistering snatch. After an hour he said, “Let’s go into town and get you a reward”.Happily I walked on all fours by his side back to the car. I was thankful that in town he at least let me walk on my feet instead of all fours. My tits were still exposed and I was wearing my collar and leash, but walking far outweighed any pain of knee to.