She began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing her creamy skin as well as the black contrast of her lacy bra. Her high "C" breasts fell from her sh...rt as the last button was undone. Her tight bra strained as her body wanted to break free. She quickly shimmied out of her skirt until she stood before me in black lace; a beautiful contrast to her peach skin. My gaze lit in excitement at such eloquence, hungering for the pleasure that was bound to come. I heard the tapping of the whip on her. Mom woke me up with a pancake breakfast in bed. There were tons of Facebook birthday messages waiting for me.Instead…I had a feeling of dread.I knew about the traditions at school. When you turn 18, something big happens. It’s always different. It’s always embarrassing. It’s always humiliating.Even though I had become accustomed to the humiliation, it never got better. Because of my awkwardness and shyness, the pranks always ended up being about my body. I am tall and skinny, 6’0”, and. For the occasion, J wore no bra and a rather sheer top, not see thru but her nipples were quite prominent. She had scrub bottoms on, pull down with a drawstring, no panties. John arrived and we had a bottle of wine chilled and ready as he did. We began the evening drinking a few glasses of wine with appetizers. J gets tipsy on a glass or two and was feeling her wine. We had a delicious dinner and retired to the den on a large sofa facing the big screen. I fumbled thru some channels on streaming. The sensation passed as quickly as it had come, but there had been no mistaking the despair and sadness.Her mother turned at the sound, and Melinda's eyes widened. "Mom?! She's so ... and that's ... me..."Melinda stared as her bawling six-year-old self was pulled into her mother's lap."Oh, honey, what is it?" Penny said in a tender voice.Young Melinda wailed for another minute before her mother could calm her down enough to talk. "Th-the ... the other kidsh ... won't shtop l-laughing at.