I was curious as to whether Teresa had followed my instructions. If she wanted me back and for any of my trust in her to return then she would be waiting knelt down naked with her eyes to the ground. I didn’t know whether I wanted her waiting or not, she had hurt me.

I took my time to adjust my clothes, making sure my smart black jeans were crease free, my white shirt fully buttoned up and hanging perfectly on my body. My black silk tie was knotted immaculately in a Windsor knot, centered within millimetres of being perfectly central.

Taking a last look in the mirror I trimmed my beard and moustache so that not a single hair was out of place. I trimmed and brushed my hair before finally putting my contact lenses in. I smiled at my reflection; if she wasn’t there at least I would stand a chance if I went to town. I walked down the stairs stopping at the room Liza was in and nodded at her.

I stopped at the living room door with my hand on the handle. Breathing deeply I calmed my nerves wanting to have a cool calm exterior when I saw Teresa. Slowly I opened the door looking at the centre of the room as I did so. There she was knelt naked in the centre of the room. She flinched as she heard the door open.

Her ass was resting on her heels; her belly had swelled showing her seven months of pregnancy to full effect. Her breasts were rapidly rising and falling as her breathing quickened, her mind racing with what I was planning for her. Her face and eyes were fixated on a spot on the floor in front of her. She had her hair in a ponytail as instructed so as not to hide anything from me again. I could see the sorrow and shame at her actions etched on her face.

I paced around her each footfall only being three inches away from her at all times. I was forcing her to gaze upon her own reflection in my highly polished black leather slip-on shoes, adding to her sense of guilt and shame. As my feet were in front of her under her face I could see how her eyes were welling up.

Six months ago I would have been moved, I would have knelt with her wrapping my arms around her, just telling her that it was okay. That I forgave her, that together we would face the world, that we would win and equal every challenge before us. Six months ago I would have lied to her, told her I still trusted her. I would have looked into my many business ideas and writing projects vehemently.

Now.

Well, now I was going to give her complete honesty. Now I was going to show her that she couldn’t break someone’s heart completely and leave them a shell of their former self. That her actions would affect her, that she had lost the one man who did truly love her, that truly cared about her. The one man that was good for her soul. Show her the consequences of throwing all away for a man with money, a man who only wanted her for her body. She lost a man who was willing to raise her bastard child as his own, and she had been disowned by her daughter, Liza.

It would be a harsh lesson, but a fair lesson.

I walk slowly and deliberately to my armchair, stepping in such a way that each footfall echoed around the room. I turned and faced her sitting in the armchair. As I sat I tapped my right foot slowly and deliberately, trying to make her think I was still deciding what to do with her, or to her. Her breathing was rapid despite her visible efforts to slow it down and calm it. I could see her eyes locked on the point on the floor, different emotions flashing in her eyes; I could see shame, fear, regret, and love.

“Teresa, you will look up at me now, you will not speak unless I tell you to, all your responses will be by shaking or nodding your head, do you understand me?” I said coolly as she followed my instructions, nodding her head.

Her eyes locked onto mine, clearly searching for any signs of the love I once felt for her. The love I had buried deep but couldn’t get rid of. If I had the look down she wouldn’t see any emotion in my eyes. Unfortunately, two emotions did flash through my eyes briefly, hurt and love. I knew they had flashed by her reaction. I knew when loved flashed as she developed a hint of a smile, and when hurt flashed in my eyes she flinched slightly.

“You broke all the trust I had in you. Do you believe that the trust can ever be rebuilt?” She just looked at me before shaking and nodding her head. I stood up and went behind the armchair picking up a cane and a horsewhip. I laid them across the arms of the armchair my back to Teresa. I knew that if this was to truly be a punishment I would have to be close to the edge, I knew just how rough and hard she liked being whipped.

“Stand up Teresa and bend over the sofa, you will not make a sound when I punish you, do you understand?” I commanded without emotion, watching her nod before she stood and followed my orders. I picked up the cane and walked towards her.

Without warning I swung the cane hard onto her left arse cheek, leaving a livid red welt. She struggled to stop a groan from escaping her lips, her body jolted forward in response to being hit. I didn’t let her have a moments rest, almost immediately swinging the cane with the same force onto her right cheek.

I kept swinging the cane into her arse each strike hitting at a different angle, and different place. She was groaning and bracing herself under the force of my hits. I lost count of how many times I had used the cane, but when I looked at the clock it had been ten minutes and the cane was bending and cracking. Her arse was crisscrossed with various shades so red welts. I ran the tip of the cane over her cunt lips, shaking my head at how wet she was from this, and I wasn’t even halfway through with her. I swung the cane with my full force across both cheeks simultaneously, breaking the cane in two and eliciting a small scream from her as her ass stung with pain.

I looked at my handiwork. Her multicoloured ass didn’t reduce the pain in my heart she had caused me. Her eyes while they looked like they were sorrowful and that she regretted how she treated me, I was left doubting her. This session of her penance was feeling like I was just filling a craving that she only had ever shown me, and not the lover she left me for. I shook my head and decided she would be sorry one way or another today. I went and picked up the horsewhip before moving to her and standing behind her.

“You will verbally answer me now as I ask questions. You will be fully honest with me if I think your lying I won’t say so but you will feel so. Do you understand?”

“I understand my Prince,” she said solemnly, which I swung the horsewhip hard onto her patterned ass, eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure.

“I am not your Prince anymore, you lost the right and privilege to call me that. You are not my rose either, you were someone that was planning a future with me, now you are a has been, do you understand?” I snarled through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes I do understand how stupid I was, how I through the only….” I swung the horsewhip hard thrice onto her ass, now was not the time for her to plead her case to me, she hadn’t earned it yet.

“Ordinarily I would have tied your tits you, put clothes pegs on your nipples, but that would have been a reward for you wouldn’t it?” I ran the tip of the horsewhip over her ass, tracing some of the welts left by the cane, causing her to shiver.

“Yes sir, it would have been.” She lowered her head, realising if she wanted me this wouldn’t be as simple as saying sorry.

“You got scared of a man who genuinely loving you for you, didn’t you?” I ran the horsewhip between her ass cheeks and along her slit.

“Yes, no ones ever learned of my past and still loved me.” She whispered barely audible.

“Speak up, or I leave now.” I swung the horsewhip softly onto her pussy lips resulting in a moan.

“You showed me what a real man was, that they were someone who would accept me as me and help me face my past, no one else has ever shown me that.” She practically shouted.

I decided her ass needed to be singing for my next questions, so I used the palm of my hand to spank her ass hard. Each cheek received seven hits. A total of fourteen hits, a number I hoped would remind her of us, our age gap. I was lost in my own world and didn’t hear if she moaned or groaned.

“Why did you choose Mark?” I rested the horsewhip on her ass.

“He was the easy option.” I hit her ass hard once per cheek before resting the horsewhip on her ass again.

“Why did you choose Mark?” I asked again putting an edge of exasperation in my voice.

“He was the easy option and he is rich,” she said with a hint of shame in her voice.

“Didn’t you always say money meant nothing to you?” I asked quietly.

“I did say that sir.” She replied knowing just where I was going with this.

“So you lied to me from day one then?” I lifted the horsewhip off of her ass knowing that she would be lying to me.

“No, I didn’t.” I used my full force to hit each cheek with the horsewhip hearing her scream from each.

“Answer that question again.” The horsewhip rested on her pussy lips.

“At first it wasn’t a lie, then the baby came into my life and all I saw was money.” She flinched expecting a hit, but that honesty I wasn’t expecting, so I didn't hit her.

“So you chose a man who would and has cheated on you and doesn’t care for you simply because he can give you lots of money, over a man who loved you and would have loved your baby?” I ran the horsewhip all along her ass tracing the patterns that were developing.

“I did, I made a mistake, please, please forgive me, I love you Greg.” I smacked her ass three times per cheek, she hadn’t realised that I didn’t trust her word about love.

“How do I know you are here because you have left Mark and truly regret what you did and truly love me?” I dropped the horsewhip and prepared to use my hand.

“You have my word that I truly love you.” I started to spank her with both hands simultaneously causing her to scream loudly, my hands repeatedly slapping each cheek causing her flesh to ripple seductively under my onslaught. I said nothing letting my hands do the talking.

“You have no way of knowing!!” she screamed, accepting the truth of her words I stopped slapping her ass, smiling as I knew Liza would be hearing this and getting ready for her part in her mothers' punishment, thankfully her boyfriend was behind the plan. Unfortunately, he didn’t want to be involved, but he was happy for me and Liza to be together this night.

“How do I know you're not just here to receive this treatment that you crave but rarely admit to men, before returning to Mark?” I gripped both of her cheeks in my hands, knowing the rough handling of her bruised cheeks would cause her discomfort.

“You have no way of knowing, but please Greg, please for all we went through, forgive me and take me back.” I growled and used one hand to slap her pussy lips hard five times.

I moved away from her, going to the living room door I left her alone in the room. Fuck me, I thought, she is making me want her making me want to hold her tight and tell her everything is going to be alright. Making angry and hurt at what she threw away. My hands clenched into fists as I groaned in rage and punched the wall repeatedly with both fists. Liza came down the stairs wearing a sheer purple teddy and hugged me from behind, kissing my neck, slowly my rage subsided both my hands feeling sore and some of the skin had been scraped of causing blood droplets to form.

“I think its time we end this now, go straight into the end game and then kick her out, don’t you Greg?” Liza whispered softly into my ear, I couldn’t help but compare her to the Teresa that I fell for. Liza was God correcting a mistake. Liza was sexier than her mum, was more open to love than her mum and had never once lied or cheated. She was the angel that God had intended for this earth.

“It is time; will you be alright seeing her for the first time for this?” I asked quietly knowing this would be difficult for her. I turned to look at her and she nodded rather enthusiastically. We both entered the room and Teresa’s eyes widened in shock at seeing her estranged daughter, and wearing such revealing clothes at that. I moved a hard wooden chair to the middle of the room.

“Teresa sit on this chair arms behind the back.” Liza said without emotion, causing Teresa to tear up as she moved. Once she was sat I tied her wrists together with rough rope and then tied them to the back of the chair, Liza tied each ankle to a leg of the chair. Slowly Liza stripped and sat legs spread on the sofa; I watched her from behind Teresa and stripped myself.

I walked slowly towards Liza, letting Teresa take in the fact that I was going to fuck her daughter in front of her and I wasn’t going to give her any pleasure. I leant over Liza and started to kiss along her neck towards her breasts which were heaving as her breathing increased, needing me to show her mum that I was no longer for her, but that Liza and I had moved on.

When I reached her nipples I lavished my attention on them, rapidly flicking my tongue over them before sucking on each one, in turn, alternating between sucking hard and furiously taking as much of her nipple in as I could and sucking softly only on the tip of her nipple. Meanwhile, my left hand trailed down her body between her legs, letting my middle finger glide between her soft velvety lips feeling her desire grinding my palm against her clit. Her moans of pleasure were songs to my ears I never wanted to let her go. My middle finger started to wriggle its way into her. Feeling her tightness wrap around my probing finger as I slowly moved it deeper into her. My libido and lust raging like an inferno as I felt her gloriously tight pussy clamping on my finger.

Slowly I pushed my throbbing pole into Liza, teasingly slowly allowing her to feel every single inch of my cock as it entered her, and she gasped as I bottomed out in her, my balls rubbing her arse cheeks. We both lost ourselves in each other and the moment, each of us forgetting the world around us and the pain we had suffered.

I started to thrust rapidly in and out, each outward stroke nearly having my cock fully out of her divine hole, each inward stroke sinking my full shaft into her. Liza wrapped her legs around my waist her heels digging in just below my arse. I knew I couldn’t last long in her, hearing her moan like a banshee was enough to tell me she was happy to be receiving the cock that should have been her stepfathers. In time with my thrusting, I started using my left hand to rub and softly pinch her clit as I sucked and nibbled her right nipple.

I managed to last longer than I expected, giving my Liza one orgasm, her pussy rapidly clenching and relaxing around my cock trying to milk it. Her orgasm set mine off as I gave a final deep thrust into her and started to let my cum fly, filling her up. I rested for a minute before pulling out of her and kissing her passionately.

I stood up, my cock semi-hard and covered in Liza’s and my juices. I went and retrieved Teresa’s clothes as Liza untied her mother, silently I handed her, her clothes as Liza moved and laid on her back on the sofa legs open for me.

“Teresa go now if we forgive you we will call you.” Liza smiled never once taking her eyes off of my cock. Teresa looked at me as she dressed clearly asking if I forgave her or not.

“Teresa the longer it takes you to leave, the less likely we are to forgive you,” I told her as my eyes devoured her daughter, my cock hardening again. Slowly Teresa left, the last thing she saw was me slowly thrusting into Liza, lovingly and gentle, kissing her passionately as I did.