"That's a fucking lie!" he said, and he brought the belt down across her lower stomach, leaving a stripe just above the hairline of her cunt. "You wore panties the other day shopping, and I told you never to wear those panties again. You're supposed to wear the panties I choose for you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," she whimpered. "I had to wear panties. But I wore the dress you told me to wear. But, Jack, it was so windy that day. What if my dress blew up? My God, Jack, everyone would have seen my ass."

"So what? It's a pretty ass, isn't it?"

"But I had those red marks," Joan said. "People would know I've been beaten. I would have been so ashamed."

"I don't care what you would have been, damn it," Jack said angrily. "You'll go out naked if I say so."

Again he struck her with the belt, this time across the tops of her thighs, where her nylons stopped.

"Owwww!" Joan yelped. "I will! Untie me… I'll do it! I'll go out naked, let people see me!"

"Maybe laser," Jack said, shoving his shorts down and letting his cock and balls bang out.

Howie, listening, was getting more and more excited. He saw Jack's big cock, and wondered how it could possibly fit into his mother's cunt. The idea of seeing his mother walking outside naked sent an exciting tremor through his balls, and he almost came off.

Inside the room, Jack had dropped the leather strap, leaning over Joan. He slapped at her tits hard. The sound came out the window to Howie, and it was a wonderful sound to the boy.

Jack climbed onto the bed, straddling Joan's body, his ass planted on her stomach. Gripping his cock, Jack began to whip it back and forth, hitting Joan's tits with his cock. Then he slipped his ass back and began to slap at Joan's tits with both hands. Joan cried loudly, her ass twisting. The pain he created in her tender tits was bad, almost unbearable.

She sobbed with real pain now.