The bullies taught meearly that I'd better learn to defend myself, so I was a tough street-fighter when attacked. None of the bullies ever picked on m... twice.I lived alone with my mother. I must have had a father once but no oneever talked about him. By the time I was 12, I had long silky brown hair and I wore clearpolish on my pretty fingernails. I often wore a little eye makeup, butthat was just because I wanted to wear makeup, not because it made meprettier in any way I could understand.My. When we walked in the intoxicating fragrance of incense attacked my nose. It lay like a haze in the air making it hard to see who else was in there. She stopped and turned around.“Undress me, then undress yourself, you shall bathe me.”I carefully slipped the fabric over her shoulders and it fell to a heap at her feet. My eyes were drawn to my domina’s soft spot. She had no pubic hair and I thought it looked funny.“Take off your garment,” she said.When I did and it fell to the floor she gasped. What if I... ah... ah... spanked her?" Spanked her?" Well... um... yeah. Nothing else has worked and I don't know what else to try at this point." That is a different approach. I've never been a fan of corporal punishment, but Chrissy has certainly pushed me to the point of wanting to hit her enough times. Hmmm... Well, why don't you give it a try. Don't cause her any permanent harm, but feel free to make sure that she's uncomfortable sitting down for a while." Thank you, Gail. I hope this. I bent down, picking her up saying "let's take this to the bedroom". I carried her through to our king size bed and after I laid her down, she opened her dressing gown wide and parted her legs, holding her now wet pussy lips open for me to explore inside and as always, I never pass up a chance to do that delicious deed. I knelt over her and started kissing her face, her cheeks then her lips, allowing my tongue to trace round the tips of her lips, teasing her. She moaned out with anticipation as.