What matters is I was playfully attempting a somewhat absurd exhibit of writing on my chest to argue for my point or against theirs. It didn't work ou... as I anticipated, though. I walked out of the bathroom, grinning stupidly as I approached the dining room table where my mom, dad, grandma, aunt, and cousin sat chatting. As I got nearby my mom half shrieked/half whispered my name in terror, and everyone immediately focused on me as I stood there confused. "Turn around and cover up!" she. "Punished! What kind of punishment? Amy's eyes grew extremely wide."Take off all of your clothes. Time for your spanking." Mrs. Donna tells her daughter.I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe what is happening to me. Amy goes through the same thing I do. And now she is about to get naked in front of my Mom and me. For the first time in my life I am going to see a naked female. I feel horrible for what Amy is about to go through yet I can't help get excited."Hurry up!" Mrs. Donna shouts.Amy. "And see if you have any residual oyster stuff from yesterday?" I hate to think that those oysters died in vain, baby," he said. "See you in twenty minutes."When we disconnected, I went into the kitchen and started heating a pan for the pork chops. This was an easy one: pork chops, a couple of potatoes baked in the microwave, and some vegetables, and we would make a meal. It was the least I could do. He worked a longer day than me and I was home first.I opened the door when he was walking up. He found it no easy task to cross his legs under himselfbut did manage somewhat clumsily. Aletha jumped up again and came overto correct his posture using her hands to guide his body. One hand wentbehind a shoulder blade while the other cupped itself under thecorresponding small breast. He raised his own hand to touch her but itwas firmly placed back in his lap. Then she switched sides to straightenthe other shoulder, tilted his head into a more upright position, andresumed sitting herself, all.