Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. But she could try a little. Her fingers touched dampness as she did. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. She pressed her free hand onto Verity’s stomach and pushed her down into the bed. “Are you still with me Verity, are you ok?” For a couple of seconds there was no answer then finally Verity spoke. “Good, remember if this becomes too much what word do you say?”
“Rhubarb Mistress.”
“Correct,” Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. Those cries increased as Angela made sure the heel of her palm was pressed against Verity’s clit. But she could try a little. Her pussy was soaked now. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thighs. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. She had always been totally straight. “Verity, are you upstairs?” She heard her mom call out. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed.
