A true dichotomy

"Your mother was changing in front of me the last time I saw her. She couldn't stop looking in the mirror and checking herself out. She's skinny athletic. Oops!" Mary tips to the side and barely catches herself while taking off the second sock. "She had almost no extra fat on her skinny frame, and the majority of it is in her butt." The socks are folded and her jeans are being hitched down her legs. "She had some belly fat that circled around her hips and attached to her butt, hardly any at all though. Oh, and her butt would wiggle when she danced at church."

George interjects, "Mary, take your cardigan and t-shirt off at the same time. You don't want to stall your inspection."

Shaking her head, she pulled both items over her disheveled hair and quickly and succinctly folded them. "Stop moving Mary. Open your mouth and extend your tongue all the way." He stood up and flattened his growing erection. Mary was a puppet dancing on his strings. "These panties and that bra are very generic, and you know those should be flashier for me." He stepped to and around her slender frame. "Let's examine this body. Wiggle your hips for a few seconds." George reared up his arm and brought his open palm down on her half-covered ass cheek. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. "Mary, you always need to be spanked. I will find many tools to blemish the skin back here, and my hand will suffice for now."

He casually side stepped and used the same hand on her other cheek. "Now, mother, I know you're in there somewhere. Mary the fucktoy is in control of this body for the time being. Mary doesn't react to the mention of my mother." With a maniacal laugh, he continues, " no, mother, you'll remember this moment the next time you see my face, when my cock is thoroughly stuffed down your throat. You'll recall obediently stripping for your son and all the helpless feelings. You'll relive, over and over, what it felt like to have your panties ripped off of your little frame." With two hands, George pulled and pulled and ripped a growing hole in her white panties. He wrenched the loose fabric free and gently slid them down her legs. "Ok, Mary. Step out of these ruined panties. You'll be feeling many more impacts. You don't remember why, and you never do, but you have earned each one."

Mary, obeying unconditionally and wholly unphased by her Master directing his words to someone else, shook the panties free from her ankles and stood as before.