My skirt fell over my ass and he began striking me with the belt. The sensation was not unpleasant. I felt like a naughty girl being punished by daddy.... My own father had never used a belt on me, but now that Master was using it, I felt as if I were transported back to my childhood, to the first power differential, and that I was being punished for forgetting my place. I tilted my ass up so that I could meet the belt with my ass. But then Master removed my skirt. The air hitting my ass startled. Just a few weeks ago Ambassador Jones and Vice President of the embassy security division for JBG Vicky Jones survived an assassination attempt at the top of these very steps. The bloody mess created by the attack has all been cleaned. The only reminder is the chips caused by the bullets in the marble and granite.”“Ambassador Jones and Vicky are on their way and will arrive in a few minutes to climb these steps and complete the unfinished business of their first visit amid international. He thrusts roughly and I gasp at the sensation.“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he bends me over, pounding heavily. Then, still stuffing me from the back, he reaches a hand out to stimulate my clit. The feeling is too much for and I buck on his cock. Moaning and swearing as the waves roll over me. I think I yell out his name but I can’t be sure. The euphoria blocks out any thoughts I might be having. All I can think about is that cock.“Fuck me harder,” I cry. He obliges, pulling me up so our bodies are. It felt like I was a little boy again waiting for Santa. Only I knew that Santa was my mother and she held all the presents.It was much later in the day when my mother passed by the family room and said, “Jerry, I’m going up to take my bath now.”“Uh ... okay, Mom,” I said, wondering why she was telling me this.Then she said, “I was wondering if you would mind washing my back.”“Huh?” I said stupidly.“It’s okay if you have something else to do. You don’t have to,” she returned.“No!” I almost.