Dinner was quiet, with Burnie giving my mom a stern look now and then. My mom noticed and avoided making eye contact with him during most of the meal. When we finished, he instructed me clear the table and clean up. He told my mom, as he glared at her, to wait for him in the living room.
I did as told, as did my mom. Burnie went upstairs. I heard him come back down as I carried the last of the dishes into the kitchen.
His voice was raised and just loud enough for me to hear him as he chastised my mom. "You are to NEVER enter a room without my permission, YOU UNDERSTAND ME MOTHER? How dare you watch me with Jenny? Take off the robe and lay there."
I continued to clear the table and clean up, wondering what was happening with my mom in the living room. There were no sounds.
I finally finished and waited for Burnie to call me to join them. About 10 minutes passed in silence.
THEN, A LOUD SLAP! And my mother's muffled cry of PAIN! THEN ANOTHER! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! Each followed with that muffled cry of PAIN! Then, the muffled sound of my mom sobbing.
"Why don't you join us Jenny and see what happens when either one of you do something I'm not happy with."
I walked into the living room to see Burnie holding a ping pong paddle in his hand. He was standing in his boxers, t-shirt and white socks. Then I saw my mom. She was laying naked on her stomach on the coffee table. Her wrists were bound to the front legs of the table by ropes. Her legs were tied to each back leg of the coffee table keeping here ass and pussy exposed. A rope fastened around her knee joints to bottom of the tables leg and another at the top of her thighs holding her ankles in place with the soles of her feet facing up. Her head was hanging down over the end of the coffee table. I could see several large circular red marks on her ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. Her plaintive softly muffled sobbing filled the room.
Burnie was looking down at her. Without looking up he said, "Jenny, go sit in that chair." He pointed to the one directly in front of my mom. I sat down, crossing my legs causing my skirt to rise up my thighs.
Burnie's voice strong and firm. "Look at Jenny mother."
Mom looked up at me. She was sobbing around a red ball gag that was held in place by a black strap fastened around the back of her neck. Her hair framing her face. She looked at me then closed her eyes in humiliation. The now familiar mascara tears streaked down her face to her chin where they mixed with the saliva drooling out of the corners of her mouth around the ball gag.
SLAP! The unexpected sound of the paddle meeting the flesh of my mothers' ass echoed in the room! My mom's muffled scream followed. Her face tensed; eyes clinched tight, fresh tears ran down both sides of her face. Her fingers spread wide apart. Her pink soft lips quivering around the ball gag.
I looked up at Burnie, a sadistic grin on his face as he looked down at my mom's ass and the red rounded welts that he had caused.
He raised the paddle again and struck! AGAIN! My mom's reaction the same. She looked at me during the silence and then with the next strike her eyes shut tight with the pain.
SLAP AGAIN!
SLAP AGAIN!
SLAP AGAIN!