"I want you to kiss and worship my feet as I strap you. I better not getbitten or you balls get strapped."I knelt kissed her feet. She pulled me up by... my hair and slapped my facehard five times. I felt tears roll down my cheek. She licked the tears ofmy face."I needed the warm up."She let go of my hair as I kissed and sucked her toes.She systematically started whipping me from my ankle up. She hit harderthen I could imagine possible. I was crying but continued to lick andsuck her toes. My. Stories or a particularly exciting Seymore Butts movie. I had grown careless about the timing on these occasions, I was unable to muster an orgasm, even wilting before bringing my wife off, or on one occasion failing to rise at all. Not things which had never occurred before, and I knew well the cause, though I kept it, by and large (and certainly the more seamy aspects of my hobby) from my wife. This time, though, the incidents occurred in a string, with only one or two successes over the run. She started in with how she was a God fearing woman and the church did not condone such abominations. She preached that just as God was forgiven that so was she, especially since I was so young and that young men during these days like to explore their sexuality. This relaxed me, but what she said next took me completely off guard. My friend’s mother went on to explained in less that “Church Woman” terms that she already knew her son was a little Bitch. She told me how she had tried to toughen. ”“So do it.”“But would you?”Kath's Mum smiled coyly,“If I had a sexy husband like you, then probably.”Kath gave her Mum a big hug and then sat down and said to her Mum,“So you think he is sexy?”Joan went bright red.“It's okay Mum I always thought you liked him a lot.Joan tried to change the subject,“So what are you going to do?”“Not sure yet, I'll have a good think”Kath got up to go and then turned and said to her Mum,“It's okay Mum I am not jealous you think my husband is sexy”.Kath reported.