Next, she removed her heavy, leather jacket, and with trembling fingers, unbuttoned her man's shirt, tossing it aside with her other articles of clothing. She wore nothing under it. Her breasts soared free in the wash of the cool evening air, standing out in luscious, globular mounds, slightly upthrust and glowing in alabaster whiteness, each of them crowned with the cameo-pink of nipples already spiking out into cones of erectile arousal. They were young, tender breasts, firm and high on her chest, the valley between them deep and clearly defined. Then, without hesitation, she slipped her panties down over the curving swell of her hips and buttocks to stand completely nude before him.

His massive, long and thick cock throbbed with anticipation, as he watched. Damn! She was the most luscious mama he'd ever had! He almost hated to have to discipline her… But, hell… you let a mama get away with one little thing… and there's no end to the crap they'll try to pull on you!

"Now… give me your belt!" he ordered.

"P-Please… Mickey…" she pleaded, her lower lip trembling, wide, blue eyes glistening with tears, "I-I really didn't hear… y-you…"

He wouldn't be swayed. "I said give me your God damned belt… or do you want me to use mine?"

"Oh, no! God no!" Hastily, she stopped to pick up her discarded jeans and unthreaded the wide, leather belt from the loops, a vivid impression in her mind of what his studded belt would do to her flesh… if he were to use it! Abjectly, she handed the plain, leather strap to him.

"Down on your belly, bitch… and take your medicine!" Mickey commanded. "And… not one squeal… dig?"

"P-Please… don't… mark me…?" Terry knew there was no escaping her punishment.

She had known from the beginning that he intended to carry it out. It's not fair! It wasn't my fault… but I'll have to take it!

"You disobeyed me!" Mickey grunted.