He said time to go to bed now and picked me up. I had jelly legs walking to Mikes bedroom. When I came in Mike was already in bed. I was going to get ...n my bed, but Mike pulled the sheets back and said get in. I climbed in bed and laid on my side. Mike said to roll over. I rolled over facing him, closed my eyes and trying to fall asleep. I felt Mike wiggling around, then I felt him press against me. He took my hand and pulled it across his waist. I gave him a hug and said good night.It was. "Now, you'll have to wear one set immediately darling. It'll look strangeif you don't come out wearing your first bra. Go on, choose yourfavourite."Reluctantly I put one on. It was the one I most preferred and lookingback, I realise now that I had rather given myself away that fateful day.It was the frilliest bra with lovely scalloped lacing on the shoulderstraps. Once I had my tee shirt over it and I studied my appearance inthe mirror I gasped with shock. The frilly red, outline was as plain. " shouted dad he grabbed me by my arm, sat down and dragged me across his knee so my bottom was stickin up in front of him " no dad.. please " i begged him WHACK he smacked my arse " SHUT THE FUCK UP..if u want to act like a bitch, your gonna get treated like one " i was crying uncontrollably by now " i thought i told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!! " he kept on wackin my arse it hurt so much but i knew i was better off doing what he says so i kept quite except from whimperin each time he smacked me. Like every woman today, I was found myself taking in a comprehensive second look. Deborah was 40 but she did wear it beautifully. She was easily competition with all of the twenty-somethings in the place. She had her normally fluffy black hair tied up in a ponytail. She wore very little makeup, unlike the waitresses, and she didn't really need it. She got away with nicer clothes but she kept her shirt in the vein of the uniform, a button up short sleeved blouse that didn't flaunt nor hide the.