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The next few weeks were a lust filled honeymoon that should be in the Guinness book of records, the only discordant note was when I mentioned to mother that she was so tight that we had no need for anal sex. She seemed to find this amusing.
Also I would have enjoyed being on top more often but mother insisted that it was important that I keep to my place. Like with my father there was never any question about who the dominant personality was in our relationship.
Of course things had to slow done and one evening I found her wearing a rather severe business suit, and she said "you will be sleeping in your apartment tonight, and that maypole of yours will have to be content with your hand, my little love nest can only stand so much, and there will be no prayers tonight or tomorrow."
Frankly I was a little relieved, and two nights later she took me to her bedroom and mounted me as usual. She seldom denied me again.
Life settled into a pleasant routine, romantic evenings, evening prayers followed by intense sex with a beautiful woman in a vast variety of lingerie, or rarely, in all her naked glory, complete with romantic weekend trips in my Mercedes convertible.
Rosalia came up again, when mother said "As you surmised Rosalia does not regard the male organ as a punisher at least not yours. I am afraid that you will have to whip her as your father used to, and tonight your services will be required."
I arrived in her study at 10:00. Mother was wearing a leather corset and holding a long thin whip.
Rosalia was in a wooden pillory kneeling on a lower structure to keep her bottom extended outward, with her legs chained together, and to the device. She was completely naked, and not protesting.
Mother handed me the whip, and said "confine your strokes to her bottom, and upper thighs, but don't spare her, this is not some boudoir spanking game. I want to hear screams, and see marks."
I was not happy with this, and gingerly smacked her with the whip a few times, which drew no response.
"At this rate we will be here all night! You are not making love to a woman! You are beating an impudent slave girl!" And I picked up the pace.
I should mention that I am six two, and weigh a bit over 200 lbs, and while I was never an athlete, I do keep in shape and even then it took a while, she was covered with welts, and, and bleeding, before she stared screaming for mercy and mother said "stop!"
Mother then covered her bottom and thighs with ointment, which apparently hurt at first, as she screamed, but then she became calmer, and mother unfastened her, helped her off the device, and said "take her to your apartment, for the night, and comfort her in anyway you choose."
I was told later that Rosalia was required to keep the parts for the pillory in her room, and mother made her assemble it when needed. At times mother would tell her to assemble it in the morning, and then not use it, merely as a warning. I never knew what the infractions were, or the occasions that mother had Rosalia whipped merely to remind her of her status, or for mothers own enjoyment.
Mother enjoyed her occasional sadistic pleasures, like wine, in moderation. In her own way she loved Rosalia, but I am horrified to think of what would happen if she ever got control of someone she truly hated.
I led Rosalia naked to my apartment, She asked if she could shower, calling me master, I told her yes, and joined her. First she bathed me thoroughly with due attention to my private parts, I left, and shortly afterwards she came into the bedroom, and asked where she was to sleep. There was another bed but I pulled back the covers, and said "here" and she lay down on her side, for obvious reasons.
I felt guilty about the sadistic feelings, she inspired in me, and mother, but as I found out eventually Rosalia was by nature one of those rarities, a true slave, whose only desire was to please the person that they love, and when I apologized for the severity of the whipping, Rosalia immediately said "oh, no, you must not apologize, I love my mistress, and need to be punished whenever she feels it is wise, and I was grateful that it was at the hands of her beautiful son who is truly part of her,"
"Do you wish to use me for your pleasure?" she asked, and I answered by putting her hand on my erect penis, and expected her to mount me the way mother usually did.
When she hesitated I asked her if she really wanted me and she replied "yes master."