A bag of strictly girl stuff, toiletries, cosmetics, and stuff for unforseen emergencies.Bedtime. I said goodnight to my parents, knowing I would be g...ne before they were awake. We had over an hours travelling before we reached the house we'd be working on.My alarm had trouble stirring me. I hadn't slept well. A mix of nerves and excitement had kept me awake for most of the night. When I went into the kitchen, mum was there, making me breakfast. I thanked her as she put it in front of me, and. She didn't really make me uncomfortable. In fact, after the sun came out stronger, I would often take my sun dress off and traipse around in just my string bikini. I liked the freedom to walk around in my own backyard almost naked, I'll admit it. And if some old lady enjoyed the scene, well more power to her, I thought!One day I was kneeling down weeding one of the flower beds that was in view of Edna's favorite perch in her kitchen. I happened to be facing in her direction. I found myself. Then she came, with another glass of milk, I said I can’t drink any more of that, my stomach is full, she compelled me that I have to take at least a sip, it’s scarred.She sat beside me, I was breathing heavily this time, as I was nervous, I wanted to tell her that I was scared, but it was more of my pride to maintain my dignity. So I kept quiet. Then we spoke about the wedding for few minutes, I wanted to make love to her, but before that I wanted to make sure she was ready.So I asked her,. “Smack!”The pain immediately hit home, and I was reminded of my most recent, and most painful detention in Pauline’s classroom, where she had smacked my bottom frantically and as hard as she physically could with her brush. I wriggled around on her knee as the pain registered in my brain, but the disciplinarian skilfully used all her strength in her left arm to hold me in position.“Oh, no you don’t, you, naughty, naughty boy! You’re not going anywhere until Auntie Pauline has shown you how.