The future looked bleak.And then the doorbell rang.Mom and I looked at each other, neither one speaking, and I'm sure I was as pale as she. She claspe...d her hands, brought them to her mouth, and nervously chewed on the second knuckle of her index finger. The doorbell kept ringing."What are we going to do?" I asked."I don't know." Her chin dropped to her chest and her forehead to her clasped hands. "I don't know," she said so softly I could barely hear.And the ringing continued -- the sound worse. The table would have a selection of items that were going to be used during as both parent often said my correction. These would include hard soled slipper (mother’s favourite) both bamboo and solid cane, several different types of hand brushes an old leather belt and my father particular favourite an old plimsoll. At the beginning my punishment would occur once a week normally over the weekend. I’d enter the back room fully clothed then when instructed too removing everything bar my pants…. Karen lay back on the bed and spread her legs and the maid crawled onto the bed. From behind, the onlookers watched the maid crawl as Karen threatened with the vicious crop in her hand. The maid's dress rode up her ass, it reached her waist to show that the maid was male. Large breasted, severely attractive, smoothed skinned but undoubtedly a deviant hybrid with low-hanging balls and a stiff prick from which hung a piercing that dangled between her thighs.The maid lowered her head and attended. I was just exploring inside her for the places she liked rubbed when I felt her cum. I stopped everything I was doing until she was finished. It was no surprise when she pulled my hands away from her pussy. I thought we were done until she climbed up over me.I watched her face as she moved over my dick trying to find out where to put it. It took her at least a dozen tries to get it notched into her vagina. She had to rock her hips around a bunch of times to get the perfect angle for her force.