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Mother my slave

... across her once perfect white left buttock. I was highly pleased with the result. I became even happier when piss begin to soak through the crotch of mom's panties. “One down nineteen to go mommy.” I informed my mother as I raised the wire hanger high above my head once again. “ NOOOOOOO! PLEASE NO! ROGER PLEASE!…” WHOOSH! CRACK! “ ….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Mom's pleading turned to a howl of sheer anguish as the wire hanger sliced through her panties and etched a second delightful purple line into her meaty rump. This one into her right plump ass cheek. Mom managed to reach deep down into the core of her soul and come up with enough energy to once again free her trapped leg from my grip. I admired both of the lovely welts until mom once again ran out of steam. “Two down eighteen to go mommy.” “ OH GOD…GOD PLEASE…ROGER PLEASE DON'T…PLEASE !” Mom blubbered like a baby. WHOOSH! CRACK! “ ….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” I played the wire clothes hanger across my mom's plump, meaty ass time after time. Each time she screamed at the top of her lungs and thrashed wildly about. However each time her frantic struggled became weaker and weaker after each welt raising lashing. Not only did mom piss on herself but she also dumped her bowels. (I had often heard the phrase ‘beat the crap out of someone' but this was the first time I got to witness the occurrence for real.) On the thirteenth welt raising stroke the cotton sash cord broke and my mom dropped ...

... completely to the floor in a sobbing heap. Gripping my mom by her fiery red hair I dragged her to her feet. “Well mommy do you want to strip? Or should I string you back up and start your punishment all over again?” “STRIP! I'll strip for you. I'll be good and strip for you. Just please don't beat me anymore.” Mom blubbered like a baby. “Well then march that ass up to your room.” I growled as I released my grip on her hair. Mom almost collapsed to the floor when I released her. But the whistling of the clothes hanger pass her ear frighten mom enough to find enough reserve energy to remain upon her feet. Upon wobbly legs mom started heading to the foot of the stairs. In her up right position mom's nightgown and housecoat fell back down around her ankles. That didn't make me happy. Not at all. “Mommy lets see that tushie that I painted.” I growled as I cut the air with the hanger once again. With her trembling free hand mom reached behind her. She grasped both articles of clothing in her fingers and finger walked them up her blazing posterior. Her legs buckled with each fraction of an inch she pulled the normally soft silky fabric across her burning rump. I was having the worst case of blue ball that I ever had in my life as I followed my mom up the stairs. The entire back panel of her nylon panties were in shreds. Only the thin elastic bands around her waist and thighs held the ruined panties on. Her. Her once lily white heinie was a maze of thirteen criss-crossing purple welts. She ...