Even though I was crying hard from the pain she went even further by whipping my tits. And no, it was not an erotic arousal type but the real painful ...ark-leaving type of whipping.I was begging with my eyes to stop. I doubt that it was the reason but more pain for me as she moved her whipping from my tits to my lower tummy and pussy. It hurt like hell. As I tried to move away she told me it will get even worse if I dare to move. So I cried in pain a little bit more as she alternated between. Ithad short puffy sleeves which barely went past the shoulders. As motherhelped me lower it over my head the towel turban came unfastened and fellto the floor. Mother felt my hair and declared it dry enough for themoment. As the silky feeling gown slid down over my body I thought Iwould hyperventilate...I was having trouble catching my breath. Mother puther arm around my shoulders and led me over to her full length mirror.There stood mother and daughter. The mother was wearing a dress. More

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