After my humiliating punishment, I head to the bathroom and start my bath. I was just caught wearing makeup, considered trashy by my parents at sevent...en, but I spy my mother's lipstick on the counter by the sink, and an idea pops into my head. Picking up her lipstick, I paint a circle on my nose tip, and carefully outline my downturned lips in a huge smile.Up until now, it has been hard for me to look in the mirror. I guess it is shame and self-consciousness... always fearing I will mess up.. So she has the realtor call me and I go unlock and disarm the security system and have to be shadowing the realtor and client the whole time. Sort of awkward, but all evolved know the score and chuckle about how the bitch has such an inflated opinion of her dump. I've even joke with male realtors and their male clients about how I never made the grade to fuck neighbor lady and as payback I take skank whores in there and fuck them on her bed. But of course I'm tellin' a whopper lie when I tell. The blows were hard, without restraint, and she squealed again, but mixed with pain, her cry hinted at another emotion. “You dirty lying bitch!” Steven scolded as he spanked her again and again, driving her up over the desk, making her plead for mercy. A red glow was appearing across her arse cheeks through her tan. She squirmed on the desk and with his free hand he shoved her blonde hair to one side and pinned her down across the back of her neck, holding her firmly. The next slap was aimed. As I did I felt him wrap his arms around me and he growled playfully and carried me over to a stool where he sat and pulled me onto his lap. “Now what did my lovely girlfriend want to talk to me about,” he asked? I looked at him, looked into his eyes, the wide eyed look and the soft sweet smile. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t ask him something so ugly. “I. . .I wanted to know how you were feeling after the game Friday,” I said lying. “Now that I’ve had you, I feel great,” he shot back.