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Background. - (Full story in Body Art 1 & 2 written by me as G W Brash) Frances was a beautiful snob in a sexless marriage. Her pleasures were flaunting her husband's wealth and influence and building her own ego by putting people down. She and her daughter, Kathy, joined an art class run by Jack, a talented art student.

Initially Frances had tried to intimidate and humiliate him. Over a month she changed. She changed because she recognised Jack's talents as an artist and teacher, because she started to laugh at his jokes, because she was jealous when Jack flirted with her friend. She changed because for the first time in 15 years she had an irresistable sexual desire. When Frances and Jack met in a bar Jack realized that Frances was his to do with as he wished.

He liked her, she attracted him physically, but he wanted to get rid of that snobbish superiority. Two months later Frances had enthusiastically accepted Jack's sexual control. *********************************************************************************************** THIS STORY STARTS "You do realize my daughter is in love with you?" said Frances. "It's getting boring listening to her.

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'Isn't Jack handsome', 'Doesn't Jack know so much about art', 'Isn't Jack such a good painter'." "It's three months since we started going to your classes. She started her crush on you in the first week. It has kept getting worse since then." Frances was reclining on Jack's sofa where she had been for almost all of the last three hours.

She was leaning against an arm, totally naked, her legs spread wide with her shaved genitals openly exposed In her 35 years Frances had never contemplated being so uninhibited, so confident and relaxed in her sexuality and femininity. But now here, with Jack, 12 years her junior, who totally dominated her sexually, she wanted for nothing else than to luxuriate in his worshiping gaze.

He made her feel like some primitive sex Goddess. This had been one of Jack's "Worship the body of Frances" evenings. It was justified. Although she was 35 Frances had a body many a 16 year old would envy. Jack marveled in every inch of her. The evening had started with him massaging her all over her body. She had reveled under his delicate touch, her skin and muscles were still singing. She had discovered that almost all of her body, from her forehead to her toes, was an erogenous zone.

The massage made her desperate to have his cock inside her. Anywhere inside her. Jack had never left her body alone for those three hours.

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Sometimes he had brought her to orgasm with his fingers titillating her clitoris or G spot, sometimes with his lips and tongue and gentle nibbles. He had probed her anus with his tongue.

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God, two months ago she couldn't even think about anal sex without a shudder of disgust. Now her anus was still twitching with delight from his last rampant entry and trace of Jack's semen oozed down her thighs "Mmm," said Jack, her art tutor turned sex tutor, as he massaged her foot.

"Kathy is so, so beautiful, just like her mother and such a vibrant, lovely, talented girl. I would dearly love to bed her. "But two problems. She is an 15 year old virgin and I don't want to her mother to be jealous." "Jack, would you like to kiss my breasts as I talk?" He did not need a second invitation, and lay on his back, his head on Frances' lap and sucked her brown aureole with its hardened nipple.

"First me. It would be my fondest dream come true for you to have both of us. But, that's your choice. If you leave me for my daughter, I will be absolutely devastated, but I would be happy for her." Leaving Frances was not part of Jack's game-plan, but he saw no reason to give her that reassurance. Instead he nibbled her left nipple, enjoying her squirm of pleasure.

"Any decision about her body is up to Kathy. Because I had been a virgin until I married, I always tried to persuade her to be the same. Now I know that was the biggest mistake of my life. You showed me that, my gorgeous Master." She stroked his hair.

"Since you have transformed me into what I used to describe as a sex maniac," she fondled his penis and tickled his testicles, "I have said to her that it's her choice. "I have seen her with boys and I don't think she will wait much longer.

But I don't want her first to be when she is so pissed she doesn't know what she is doing or who she is doing it with. "I would prefer it if it wasn't with some pimply kid who knows nothing about sex, or with some lout who has no concern for her needs and emotions.

"I know you don't like to talk about this, but you are such a giving, generous lover as well as so very, very exciting. I know you get as much delight from my orgasms as your own. And as I said, she has this enormous crush on you. Who better for my daughter's first time?

"And one other thing, when our gynecologist examined Kathy a couple of months ago, she removed her hymen to help with her periods. Jack said nothing and enjoyed the delights of Frances' magnificent mammaries.


"But Master, please," she hesitated as she knew she was treading into dangerous territory. "You won't put her through that Dog's Bollocks routine or beat her, will you?" Jack sat up. "How much have you told Kathy about us?" "Absolutely nothing, but two weeks ago she told me she knew we were bonking. I denied it outright but she said she could tell from the way we talked and looked at each other." "So she knows nothing about the discipline and nothing really about our sex?" "Not a thing." "Thanks Frances." He paused for some time, thinking.

Then he reached his decision and put an end to Frances' nervous wait. "Next Thursday at 7pm at The Dog's Bollocks." Frances looked in anguish, but said nothing. "Kathy is to wear that satiny green blouse with buttons all down the front. And that light green mini-skirt, you know, the one that isn't too tight.

"And you Frances, your yellow blouse and the skirt you wore here tonight." Jack's face became stern. "Frances you know that you must never tell me what to do when it comes to sex." She nodded, she had been expecting this.

"Don't ever tell me how to treat your daughter. You know what to do." Nervously she went to the kitchen to get the spatula. She knew she could leave freely if she wanted to. But that was not an option she even considered, even though the imminent pain frightened her. She gave him the spatula and knelt on the floor, shoulders flat on the floorboards, knees together, her bum pointing almost at the ceiling.

In one part of her mind she found the position and her consenting submission totally humiliating. She was one of fashionable society's 'movers and shakers', her husband was wealthy and influential and here she was, poking her ass in the air to be spanked painfully by a bloody student.

But another part of her mind loved being dominated by Jack as this had opened her to this new world of sexual ecstasy and delight.

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Frances, who was such a strong, dominant person in all other aspects of her life, was sexually aroused at being dominated by this man she loved. She could feel her cunt become more sodden as she knelt and her vaginal muscles were clenching and relaxing in sexual anticipation. She knew that punishment was usually followed by frenzied, totally uninhibited fucking. Her mind was a mixture of humiliation, fear, but most of all, sexual excitement. THWACK. The spatula sounded like a gun shot on her buttock.

The pain was unbearable and brought tears to her eyes. It took all her will-power not to sob. "I'm sorry, Jack," she choked.

"I shouldn't tell you how to treat my daughter. Do with her as you will, I know she will love you for it." Jack knelt down behind her. One hand gently stroked the inflamed buttock, the other reached to fondle a nipple. He parted her legs. Frances pushed her bum higher to help the entry of his cock into her dripping vagina.

She loved this position and groaned in excited anticipation. His cock always went in so deeply and her G spot was always massaged to uncontrollable excitement. She grunted as his cock banged into her cervix, sending a shudder through her body. Jack grasped her hips with his hands, his loins thrusting hard, flattening her buttocks. "Oh Master, fuck me, use me." Frances hissed as the exquisite pleasure from her G spot made her oblivious to the pain from her buttock. As Jack had already ejaculated twice that evening his arousal to orgasm took longer.

He varied his rhythm, varied his angle, varied the strength and depths of his thrusts. Each variation seemed more arousing to Frances than the previous. Her cheek was pressed on the floor. She tried to grit her teeth to hold back her shrieks, but failed. "Ooooooooohhhhh your fucking cock. Oooooooooooooh my fucking cunt Oooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck." When her orgasm juddered through her she would have collapsed to the floor had Jack not been holding her hips.

Afterwards they kissed and fondled on the sofa. "My ass has been exquisitely ravaged, my cunt has been exquisitely ravaged, my bum hurts like hell. Can Heaven be better than this?" Frances asked Jack. But as she drove home a sinking feeling came to her stomach. Was she taking a terrible risk with her daughter? TUESDAY AT 7PM The three of them chatted away together as they waited for an alcove to become free at The Dog's Bollocks, a rowdy student pub.

For the first time Frances was glad to see her daughter drink a glass of wine quickly. Kathy was dressed as requested looking absolutely gorgeous, her eyes bright with excitement. Looking at her Jack felt she was a combination of teenage naivety and a blossoming feminine sexuality. Jack could see that she was a willing participant, but to what extent he didn't know. When they had arrived Kathy had watched Jack and her mother smile at each other.

"It's alright Mummy, as he's bonking you, you are allowed to give him a hug." And, after her mother had done so, Kathy had pecked him on the cheek. "Good evening, revered teacher," she giggled. An alcove came free. Jack sat with his back to the wall, the women side by side opposite with their backs to the entrance.

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The high side-walls made it a private area. "My art teacher at school is really pleased with how much my painting is improving because of you," said Kathy. "Kathy, I've told you often, you are really talented," said Jack patting her hand. Kathy smiled in acknowledgment. "She asked if you would be available to give some lectures at school. But I told her you were much too busy." "Kathy," exclaimed Frances. "How could you? You know Jack is almost broke." "I didn't want him anywhere near those two tramps Samantha Biggs and Jacqui Johnson.

I couldn't bear it if one of them even touched him." Then she realized what she had done. "I'm sorry Jack that was very selfish of me. I'll tell my teacher tomorrow that you could do it, if you like." Jack looked at her unhappy face and patted her hand again. "Don't worry Kathy, I really don't have the time," he paused. "But please, could you tell me how I could get to meet Samantha and Jacqui?" he asked with a broad grin "No-time, no-how, no-place." she slapped his hand "I'll talk to their mothers and suggest they enroll in Jack's class at the academy," said Frances.

"Mother!" Kathy exclaimed, but then realized a game was being played and gave Frances a hug.

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. "Doesn't my Mummy look so beautiful now that you have made her so happy." She took Jack's hand and looked steadily into his face. "I am so grateful to you for what you have done for Mum. You are a marvelous, marvelous man." "He is," sighed Frances, "and in other ways you can't even imagine." Kathy was still holding Jack's hand. "Mummy please don't talk like that. I'm so happy for you, you know that.

But I'm really jealous of you as well." Jack put both his hands around Kathy's. "Jealousy is a terrible sin, beautiful Kathy." "I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't be saying this, but. . but ," she hesitated, but perhaps the two glasses of wine took over as she looked earnestly into his eyes, " but I think you are wonderful." "And I think you are wonderful too, Kathy. You are so bright, so much fun and so, so beautiful. He stroked her face. She took his hand and kissed it.

"This is a little difficult to say, but Frances and I think there is a way to stop you feeling jealous." Kathy pondered. "I don't want you to stop going with Mum because of me." "Stopping going with Frances is certainly not my intention." Kathy frowned in concentration, then a wide smile broke across her face.

"You mean you are going to bonk both of us at the same time." She rushed around the table and squeezed herself onto his knee. Open mouthed they kissed and their tongues entwined. Jack's hand went to her breast which made Kathy hug him tighter. "Not quite so fast young lady," said Frances. "There are one or two things you need to know." "Mother!" "She's right." Jack gave her breast a squeeze.

"It's best if you sit beside Frances." Kathy pouted, but did as requested. "Jack is the most marvelous lover. But he has some rules which you will think are strange. I certainly did. Our lovely Jack is a control freak." Frances poked out her tongue at him. "When it concerns sex you must do absolutely as he says and you must never ask him for anything." Kathy looked wide-eyed. "Is that why you call him Master?" "Yes." "What happens if you don't do what he says?" "He punishes me." "Does it hurt?" "Yes." Kathy took Jack's hand and placed it on her breast.

"Does that mean I will be your sex slave." "In a manner of speaking I suppose." "And will you punish me if I don't do what you say?" her eyes were gleaming.

"Yes." "Does it mean I can call you Master also?" "If you want to." "Kathy, my lovely daughter, Jack also has a strange dress code for us. We are never allowed to wear bras whenever we are with him. Even at things like art class. Never at all." "Jack knows I'm not wearing one now." "And when the two of you are alone together, or the three of us like now, we are not allowed to wear any knickers." "You mean I shouldn't be wearing any now?" "There's the rest room over there, Kathy," said Jack pointing.

"No problems. Sorry, I mean yes Master" said Kathy and walked away, her min-skirt swaying with her hips. Jack stroked Frances' face. "Somehow I don't think she is going to find very much of this strange," he laughed. Kathy returned and sat down looking steadily at Jack, but with a slight smile.

"Next," she said. "Jack needs to be sure you are not wearing a bra." "He's felt my breasts. He knows." "He needs to be sure." Kathy pondered the implications of this, looked around and realized that no-one else could see. She looked down at her blouse and undid all the buttons. Then she opened it wide. Only then did she look up at Jack. Her breasts were younger versions of Frances' perfection. Slightly rounder with large pink aureoles. Youthful and firm they pointed proudly at Jack.

He leaned forward and gently stroked her left breast. "Kathy, you are beautiful. Your body is exquisite." Kathy smiled in gratitude and pride. "Just for you and anytime you askJack," she whispered. "Our skirts need to be like this when we are sitting with Jack." Frances half stood, protected by the chair back and lifted the back of her skirt before she sat down bare bummed on her seat.

Kathy immediately did as her mother had done. "Mmmmm that leather feels nice." "Hussy," Frances sighed. "Jack needs to be sure that you are not wearing any knickers." Kathy suddenly looked less confident, now she looked vulnerable.

She reached for her handbag to show him. "Absolutely sure." Frances' voice was slightly firmer. "Kathy, beautiful Kathy, sit right on the front of your chair," said Jack stroking her hand. She did so. "Now lean back against the backrest." whispered Jack again. A little more uncertainly Kathy did so. "Now Kathy, lift the front of your skirt," her mother said.

Tears came to Kathy's eyes. "Mummy, I'm dirty down there. I don't want to offend Jack." "You are not dirty, you shower ten times a day. And Jack decides what offends him. I'm sure at the moment it is your disobedience." Frances turned away from Kathy, picked up a menu and discussed it with Jack. Both of them were ignoring Kathy. After half a minute they heard a choking sob.

"Master, here I am for you," croaked Kathy. Her skirt was raised to her waist. Her scimpy pubic patch couldn't hide the lovely puffy outer labia or her clitoral hood. Her upper thighs were beautifully lean and firm. Jack moved around to her. Vicki raised her tear stained face to be kissed. "Am I beautiful enough for you?" "You are exquisitely beautiful." Jack turned to Frances, apparently very angry.

"Frances. What about you? Have you no dress sense? Does your daughter need to show you?" "Mother!" growled Kathy. "For goodness sake. Think of our family's good name." Jack enjoyed the way Kathy's breasts bounced as she laughed with them. Frances' opened her blouse and raised her skirt and Jack was confronted with two exquisite bodies, four exquisite breasts, two slim flat bellies, four puffy pussy lips. "Mummy have you been sitting here all night with no knickers?" "Mmmmmm," sighed Frances her eyes closed and totally relaxed.

"Hussy," giggled Kathy. "Frances," Jack said. "Do you remember how the other night you asked 'Can Heaven be better than this'?" Frances nodded. "The answer to your question is 'No'." He could tell Kathy was still a little uncomfortable and told them to lower their skirts.

He reached out and fondled a breast each of them. They chatted away on subjects other than sex. Like her mother had before, Kathy become completely unselfconscious about her naked breasts. Jack did not stare at them all the time and when he did look at her it was not a gawk or leer. It was a gaze of worship. Occasionally he would lean across and stroke her or her mother's aureole, but in a rather detached way.

Jack went to the rest-room. "I'm a bit nervous that I don't know what to do." "I didn't know either. But Jack told me, my body told me. You will find that there is a side of you which he will bring out. "I don't want to talk too much Kathy, but it will help if you understand this.

Jack will be totally in charge, but everything he does will be to make you so happy. "Even if you don't think so at first. Don't under-estimate this, you will have to fight yourself sometimes to follow his commands." Kathy's eyes glowed.


"Mum, you are so lovely to share him with me." They hugged. They kissed. Kathy suddenly started to laugh.

"God, if only your friends at book club and my friends at school could see us. In a pub with bare breasts and bare bums." She looked at her mother. "Mummy, you are just so beautiful.

No wonder he looks at you the way he does." "He looks the same way at you. But that's a bit of what I mean. When he first made me do this I was horrified. Now I feel so much in love with my sexuality; the forbidden excitement it makes me want to.

. " She faltered. "I can't tell you what it makes me want to do." When Jack returned Frances said. "May I leave now, Master?" "Sure Frances, and thanks for your help." Frances stood went over to Jack so that he could briefly suckle her nipple, then made herself decent, hugged Kathy and left. Hand in hand Kathy and Jack walked to his apartment. Kathy was so excited she half skipped her way, her mini-skirt swirling.

They entered. Kathy loved the high ceilings, the wooden floorboards and huge windows. Then she saw his paintings. "Oh Jack, they are fabulous. May I look at them." "In a minute. There's a rule of the house. No clothes or jewelry past here." He pointed to the floorboard. Kathy's mind rebelled, but then she remembered her mother's advice about fighting herself. She stripped completely and was a little surprised when Jack took her garments and earrings with no obvious interest in or reaction to her nudity.

"And no make-up. There's the bathroom." When Kathy returned he was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. "Now you can look at the paintings if you want to." Kathy wasn't sure that she did want to, but didn't know what else to do. But she loved all his work and wandered around the room. Jack may have appeared to be interested in his magazine, but he was drinking in her teenage beauty as she walked. Kathy was feminine teenage perfection.

Her shoulder length hair bounced as she walked. Her face, uplifted to look at his paintings, shone with enthusiasm. Her wide brown eyes, her chiseled nose, her strong cheek bones, her generous full-lipped mouth and firm chin, her perfect smooth skin which seemed to glow. She was a gymnast, he knew, and the benefits showed. Not a trace of puppy fat, hints of muscle tone in her arms, her abs and her long, elegantly long legs. Her firm pink tipped breasts were uplifted and jutting, her buttocks were perfectly rounded and when she faced him there was her skimpy pubic patch.

He felt a little nostalgic as this would be the last time he would see that. His erection was so hard it hurt as it strained against his boxers. "Could you get me some wine from the fridge." "Yes Master, may I have some too." "No, Frances will be angry angry if I get you pissed." Kathy giggled, her breasts jiggled. She walked towards him with the wine and noticed his gaze.

She stopped. "I hope I am beautiful enough for you." "Kathy a poet could not describe you. You are Botticelli's Venus, Rodin's Eternal Idol, a youthful Venus de Milo.

No more than that. It is as if God had selected the best from each and created you. "Your beauty brings tears to my eyes." And she saw that this was true.

She stood for a moment, walked over to Jack, kissed him briefly then knelt in front. "Your wine Master." He took a sip. "Kathy, my Venus," he stroked her hair. "Please go into the bedroom. Choose some music and put it on softly. There are two candles and an incense stick. Please light them, then turn off the light and lie face down on the bed. Silently Kathy stood, again kissed him briefly and went to the bedroom. Jack unhurriedly sipped his wine, then stripped to his boxers and followed her.

The bedroom was as requested. Kathy was lying face down, her head on one side, eyes closed, her hair splayed across the pillow. He knelt with one leg on either side of her back, not touching her and poured a little musky scented massage oil. His fingers were like a pianist's on a piano, but the instrument was her body. Not a word was spoken. Kathy lay enchanted by the mood, by the music and incense.

Her skin sung where his hands had been. Often when he touched her it was so delicious that her toes curled. Jack started with her fingers, moved up her arms to her shoulders then neck. Every inch, every muscle on her back, down to her buttocks. His fingers traced her spine from her neck to her coccyx and slightly beyond.

Again her toes curled. He moved to her feet and toes. "Part your beautiful legs Kathy." She did. "Quite a lot more please." She did and was aware that her labia were open to his view. He knelt between her legs. Almost too slowly he delighted her calves and then moved up the outside of her left thigh. "Again a little wider, my Venus." as he started up the inside.

Kathy's toes curled and her breathing deepened. Exotically, erotically he moved up her inner leg to the top. He marveled at the satiny firmness. She marveled at his erotic touch. His fingers did not touch her labia directly, but the back of his knuckles did repeatedly.

Kathy groaned, her hips writhed, without being asked she spread her legs wider. The same on her right thigh. Kathy's breathing changed to a pant as his knuckles again brushed her labia. She was rewarded by the briefest of invasions of her inner lips. He was pleased how moist and slippery they were. "Roll over please beautiful Kathy." She did so, opened her eyes and held out her arms.

Jack kissed her tenderly and deeply and then pulled pack. Fleetingly he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her chin, Adam's apple and clavicles. Each nipple was kissed and licked and so were her navel and pubic mound. Kathy's toes curled and her breathing became deeper.

Her mind was now in conflict as he started his massage again on her front. She loved the feel as his fingers traced over her face and upper arms, but Oh God could he PLEASE get back to her cunt.

She forced herself to relax as he massaged her shoulders and throat. Naturally he dwelt on her breasts, tickling, tweaking and massaging. Across her abdomen and her stomach turned to jelly under his touch, she seemed to loose control of her hips. He stopped at her pubic mound, just a gentle touch of the top of her clitoral hood. "Oh God, NO," her mind shrieked but she spread her legs wide as he moved to her feet. At last he was was at the top of her thighs again, at last his knuckles were tormenting her labia again.

Kathy panted and wanted to scream. "Pull your feet back towards your bum." She did so and the exploration of her pussy started. His beautiful fingers worked their wonders on her outer lips, across her perineum, then all to briefly into her sodden vaginal canal. "Lift your bum, Princess," and he placed two pillows underneath. Before she realized his face was buried in her pussy. "Jack, no. Please, I'm dirty there." "Shhhh!

And a tap on her buttock. Kathy's mind rebelled, but again she remembered her mother's advice about fighting herself. She felt his tongue caress her inner labia and then enter her vagina. Then his nose for heaven's sake. Jack looked up. "My wonderful erotic Kathy.

Your cunt tastes and smells so wonderfully, femininely delicately, deliciously SEXY. His fingers eased back her clitoral hood. Partially reassured she relaxed and her doubts were overwhelmed as this warm, this incredible feeling started to emerge from her clitoris under his tongue and lips.

"Oh, Jack, that's wonderful." The warmth, the sensation, the urgency, the intensity spread through her loins. She lost control of her bucking haunches and the first orgasm of her life orgasm juddered through her.

For the next half hour he stayed there, licking and kissing everywhere from her pubic bone to her perineum. His fingers excited her G spot and she writhed and groaned uncontrollably. Kathy lost count of her climaxes, they seemed to merge.

Sometimes she gasped and moaned, sometimes she squealed uncontrollably, sometimes Kathy just sighed and whispered, "My darling lovely Master." Jack came up beside her and Kathy eased off his boxers, looked at his engorged penis and inexpertly stroked it.

"Now, my Goddess," he whispered in her ear. Kathy opened her arms, opened her thighs and raised her knees and Jack entered her moist, slippery and tight vagina. Ever so slowly, ever so tenderly, until he nudged her cervix. Still agonizing slowly he commenced his rhythm, savoring every exquisite sensation from his engorged penis. Kathy was in heaven at first by the romance and the excitement of her previous orgasms. Now she delighted in feeling his strength, his masculinity his hardness filling her femininity.

Then these beautiful, intoxicating feelings from her vagina. Her hips moved gently, she kissed him more passionately and hugged him even tighter. Jack was in no hurry. He varied his rhythm, his depth, his angle. His knob found her G spot and Kathy became aware of a more powerful, even more erotic pleasure.

Jack concentrated there, building his pressure and speed. Kathy lost conscious awareness of the whole world apart from this glorious sensation building up and engulfing her. Her hips, her whole body writhed. She grunted and sighed and then her loins seemed to explode. " Ooooooooohh Aaaaaaaaahh Oh Jaaaaaaack." Jack now satisfied himself thrusting deeply and harshly into her innermost recess. His orgasm came charging through his loins, his cock and exploded into Kathy's cervix.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. They lay entwined, kissing and giggling and chatting, then there was a knock on the door. "Its me," called Frances. "I'm sorry but it's time to take Kathy home." "Come in Frances," called Jack.

Hand in hand they walked into the living room where Frances had already taken off her clothes. The three of them stood in a huddle each other, kissing and hugging each other. "Mummy it was so absolutely gorgeous. I love Jack so much." Kathy burst into tears and both Jack and her mother hugged her and soothed her. Kathy had noticed Frances' shaved pussy. "You do look so lovely all bare down there. Do you want me to have a Brazilian Jack?" "Well, I'll miss your elegant pubic patch, but I know I'll like you lovely pussy even more." "Was she obedient Master?" asked Frances.

"She was delightful, except for one small matter." Kathy's smile vanished. "I know Master, I shouldn't have tried to stop you kissing my pussy." She remembered her ecstasy with Jack down on her. "I was so stupid." "Come Kathy, I will show you what to do." Frances' eyes were tender, but her mouth was firm. "You can go if you wish, but you will never come back." "Show me what to do please Mummy." She would never leave Jack.

"Take this spatula to our Master." With increasing fear Kathy did so. "Now kneel down here, with your shoulders on the floor darling.

Knees together, bum pointing as high as you can." Frances directed Kathy to the spot where she had knelt a few days before. "Kathy, prepare yourself.

This will hurt more than you think possible. THWACK Frances was pleased that Jack was far more gentle with Kathy than he was with her.

Kathy shrieked and remained kneeling as the sobs shook her body. Jack restrained Frances from comforting her. Kathy stood up, tears streaming down her cheeks, looking at them imploringly, her face like a vulnerable 10 year old's. "OK Frances." Frances drew Kathy to her lap, hugging and kissing, stroking away her tears. When Kathy had partially recovered. "Go to our Master and apologize." Kathy went to Jack's lap. "Oh Jack, I am so sorry, I will try and learn quickly." "Hush my beautiful sexy Kathy." They kissed deeply, he stroked her gently and when Kathy's passion mounted he brought her to orgasm with his fingers on her clitoris and G spot.

Kathy went to shower and Frances replaced her on Jack's knee. "Jack we are so lucky having you." He kissed her.


"Frances, could you please teach Kathy all your wonderful skills of oral sex." "Of course." And as a reward he brought her to orgasm in exactly the same way as her daughter three minutes before. Frances dressed and mother and daughter hugged and kissed Jack and then hand in hand went to their car.