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CondemnedKat said:
In my family nudity around my girls has always been normal. They are used to seeing me naked and used to being naked in my company. Often one of them will curl up in bed with me, both of us naked. I doubt its very normal in families but the girls say they feel comforted by skin on skin contact.
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mp5stab said:
It looks like I am crucifying many families. Ending whole blood lines! :devil::devil::devil::devil::devil:
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Good thing the respective two men who knocked my daughter and I up were very popular in amongst the various cheap skanks, sluts, whores, and other plentiful feminine cross-fodder of the Roman world.


Bloodline? Nah, there's bound to be more tramps like me who spread their legs for a denarius and get knocked up. Gotta do our womanly duty and birth more hussy ass brats to both

1. continue the cycle

2. get their turn to play bitch-on-a-stick
 
CondemnedKat said:
In my family nudity around my girls has always been normal. They are used to seeing me naked and used to being naked in my company. Often one of them will curl up in bed with me, both of us naked. I doubt its very normal in families but the girls say they feel comforted by skin on skin contact.
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I guess it is not the family intern nudity we speak off, but the nudity of the family exposed to third persons. For nudist/naturist families this also is no problem, the same as exposing his sexual live in swinger families. For a punishment you must transfer that line of the usual, in my case it is that I saw an amateur porn movie of my parents, I did want to see them one of mine, not that there are any.

Also nudity was not usual in my family, but in others such as this it is.
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On a note of my actual family, I like the idea of my daughter, who would traditionally be disciplined, spanked, etc by me, her mother,

seeing experiencing a strange inverse:

we are both being punished, in the same fashion, she has to / gets to witness her mother prone, vulnerable, being disciplined and punished like a spoiled brat, like a mouthy whore, in front of her and everyone else
 
Livia Crux Dove said:
On a note of my actual family, I like the idea of my daughter, who would traditionally be disciplined, spanked, etc by me, her mother,

seeing experiencing a strange inverse:

we are both being punished, in the same fashion, she has to / gets to witness her mother prone, vulnerable, being disciplined and punished like a spoiled brat, like a mouthy whore, in front of her and everyone else
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She’d lose any respect for you. I imagine this with my eldest who is already a bit of a bratty Domme. Once we returned home the dynamic would totally change. I’d no longer have authority. She’d be the boss and I’d do anything she said.
 
CondemnedKat said:
She’d lose any respect for you. I imagine this with my eldest who is already a bit of a bratty Domme. Once we returned home the dynamic would totally change. I’d no longer have authority. She’d be the boss and I’d do anything she said.
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She would indeed lose all respect for me...which will make for some very very catty chitchat on our crosses...me trying to reassert my motherly authority while suffering on a cross, her defying me, as she now views me as a pathetic embarrassment...
 
Livia Crux Dove said:
She would indeed lose all respect for me...which will make for some very very catty chitchat on our crosses...me trying to reassert my motherly authority while suffering on a cross, her defying me, as she now views me as a pathetic embarrassment...
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What would be worse. Seeing her suffer or knowing she had no respect for you anymore. Knowing she looked at you with utter contempt
 
CondemnedKat said:
What would be worse. Seeing her suffer or knowing she had no respect for you anymore. Knowing she looked at you with utter contempt
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Oooo that's a toss up. Hearing her voice, taunting me along with the others, my own daughter, reminding me I'm a bad mother, a failure, absolutely worthless. That she is truly and utterly ashamed that I'm her mother.

Hearing her whimpering pleas, her pained shrieks as she comes to terms with her own unbearable agony.

Heartbreak upon heartbreak.

But she'll scorn and spit at me, at my very tears for her.
 
Livia Crux Dove said:
Oooo that's a toss up. Hearing her voice, taunting me along with the others, my own daughter, reminding me I'm a bad mother, a failure, absolutely worthless. That she is truly and utterly ashamed that I'm her mother.

Hearing her whimpering pleas, her pained shrieks as she comes to terms with her own unbearable agony.

Heartbreak upon heartbreak.

But she'll scorn and spit at me, at my very tears for her.
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She’d shout insults. Remind you how young and fit her beautiful lithe body is compared to you. She’ll tell you that you’ll die first. She’ll tease you. Shout at you to just fucking die, give the crowd a laugh.

She’ll writhe her little body, think and neat, she hardly looks in pain. But you are tortured the pain unbearable.

Her laugher louder than the crowd.
 
My saggy breasts. My stretchmark-written belly. Grey streaks in my hair. Wrinkles.

Yes. All on display.

"Like mother like daughter you old slag? Mother?! Look at yourself! You cow, didn't know it was market day today!"

That's what I hear from the cross on my right, my daughter's cross.

Sobbing, I can't even respond.
 
"Daughter! Please! I love you, my babygirl please don't be cruel to me, I did not want this for us, for you, I did not choose this cross for you! Let me die hearing my sweet daughter's warmth one last time, pleassseee...."
 
That stretch marked belly held her safe for 9 months. Protected her. Those saggy tits once gorgeous and firm fed her precious milk. Her tiny mouth locked greedily onto your draining you each night.

She tired you out but you constantly were there for her. You’d do anything you that girl. She was your world.

Your body sacrificed for her daily and now your life sacrificed on the cross for her.

And still you hear the rants and mockery. “Slut, whore, cow, cunt”.
 
Maybe she just remembers my petty actions. Those motherly manipulative little things. Maybe she blames me for our deaths.

Maybe she's in so much pain she resents me birthing her.

Or perhaps it's my swollen clit. My hardened nipples.

I mean. Could any woman respect her mother, dying on a cross like a filthy slave girl, her body's lustful reactions displayed for everyone to leer at?
 
CondemnedKat said:
‘Die mother, hurry up about it. The crowd came to see me dance, not you moan’
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More tears paint my face. Die? Oh, I'm squirming like an earthworm. My old body using the last of valuable energy. Exhausted in the heat, dangerously dehydrated. Even with the cornu in my semen encrusted anus, I can't last the night.

Yes, Daughter, it will be your show and yours alone, soon enough babygirl...
 
CondemnedKat said:
Maybe she resents the sexuality you still possess. How DARE you still have a sexy body. She wants to be the centre of attention now.
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I can't help it babygirl...mommy also can't help smiling that she most certainly caught the eye of the handsome young legionnaire who gave us our hyssop...
 
CondemnedKat said:
She whimpers then screams out from the pain in her wrists. She arches her body to the side.

A little voice comes… “mom, please help me. Tell them to stop”
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Immediately all the harsh bitchy words from here fade

All I want to do is hold and comfort her

"Shhhhhh babygirl babygirl it's alright, the worst is over, the worst is over, shhhhhhh hush now... Mommy is here, always"
 
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