No. They’re too aroused.

"See, whore, you did this to yourself and you did this to me." She said, coming around so her mother could see the dominatrix outfit she was wearing. "And let me tell you, you're going to regret it."

"What are you wearing?" Monica said, more like a shocked mother than a concerned sub.

"You know what you always say, the clothes make the woman." Shelby countered, running her hand along her mother's costume, casually undoing the duralexx seams, in a manner that only one...intimately familiar with the costume could have managed. The bit of duralexx over her groin fell to the floor, as did the bit covering her breasts. "Kick off those heels," she commanded, wanting to make sure that Monica was in as submissive a posture and outfit as possible. Her mother already looked like a perverted whore's parody of Ultimamom, now she would be shorter than her daughter as well.

"Screw you, bitch." Monica said.

Shelby slapped her hard on her cunt. Not as hard as she'd slapped her ass, but hard enough to raise an impressive squelching sound, a grunt from Monica's helpless lips "Kick off those heels."

"Screw you, bitch." Monica repeated.

Shelby smiled at Bryce and began to spank her mother. She alternated between each ivory cheek, setting up a nice rhythm. Every ten strokes she stopped and commanded her mother to remove her heels. Every time she was denied. Then thirty eight strokes in, Monica folded, the unfamiliar pain overcoming her pride and she kicked off her shoes. Shelby kept going, spanking her twice more, than retrieved the proud woman's shoes and **** them back on. "Kick off those heels," she commanded again.

Monica did so, silently. Shelby retrieved her shoes and **** them back on. Then raised a hand and brought it down hard on Monica's red ass. "I DID WHAT YOU WANTED!" Monica yelled, **** to react.

Shelby stopped. "You know how a sub answers a command. And you know how a sub is punished. And you know how a sub takes that punishment. What you don't know is that you're my sub, my weak little bitch. Now, kick off your shoes."

"Yes, mistress." Monica said, obeying, but her tone made it sound as if the words were being dragged out of her with pliers, suitably enough, as they were dragged from her by her daughter?s manicured hands.

"Good girl." Shelby replied, rubbing Monica's bare ass. "Since you've been such a good girl, I'll give you a choice of punishments. You can take five more strokes on your ass, from my hand, three more strokes on your pussy, or you can surrender your orgasms for the next week. Which will it be?"