The bus was mostly empty so we headed to the upper deck and plopped down on the front seat directly above the driver and beneath the concave viewing m...irror that all buses seem to come equipped with nowadays. It had been a lovely morning; I was feeling very happy with both the world in general and Stephen in particular so I snuggled my freshly coutured body up against his, rested my head on his shoulder and reached across to stroke my hand along his thigh. Or that is what I meant to do. Now, I. So Riya told: “Dear I will get you when the interval comes” Then Rakesh says: ” I am real thirty mommy.If its ok for you mommy shall I drink our milk?” Riya looks around in shock but luckily as nobody can hear she feels relieved and said: “No Rakesh I can’t” Rakesh then says:” But mommy you told I am your son & you will feed me whenever I want” Riya again looks around and tells Rakesh: “Be quiet Rakesh, we are in a theater so I can’t” Rakesh again pleads and then Riya think a moment & feels. Maybe it's a lost art. Didn't take me long to forget about that conversation. A few weeks later we got home after visiting friends, looking forward to bed together. I had just come out of the shower. "Get rid of your towel and let me have a good look at you, my darling," she said. She was sitting on the tiled ledge beside our soaker tub. Looking killer beautiful as ever. "Where do you want me?" I said with a grin, tossing the towel aside. "Just stand here in front of me." "Like this?" "At ease. I couldn't wait to show her a real flogging. But I did want her to welt. I wanted her to feel it tomorrow, as a reminder of who she was. I brought it down again across her ass and she stifled a scream and jumped. That's better. It was firm but I was pleased. The flogger I'd chosen was 'thuddy' rather that 'whippy'. It wouldn't have hurt. I worked my way up her ass to her lower back, criss-crossing her skin with red welts. Then back down again over her ass and down the back of her thighs. She.