"Oh this is ridiculous," she thought. "Trying to make myself attractive for my son? Whatever will he think? He'll laugh at me, that's what he'll do."B...t she continued to make herself nice, bringing a shine to her hair with some vigorous brushing, despite her doubts. "Oh well, blow it! In for a penny, in for a pound!" And she changed her clothes as well.She undressed, sprayed some underarm anti-perspirant, and then a tiny puff of eau de toilette on her neck. She didn't want to appear too. Mandy said sharply, “Right, Gary you stand next to Ruth. Heather, you need to go across Emma’s lap. Emma, you will use the hairbrush.” The snapped orders were obediently obeyed by the adults and Emma felt so powerful being guided by Mandy. Within just a few moments Gary and Ruth stood obediently as they watched Emma sit on the armless chair and her Mum, Heather, bend across her lap. Mandy handed Emma a wooden backed paddle hairbrush. Emma rubbed her Mum’s bottom with her hand and asked briskly,. If you're in there awaiting their judgment, then perhaps they'll show some mercy. You try denying it and given the moods I've seen tonight at the club? You'll have bought yourself a whole lot of problems ... Margo's doing only so-so at being Harry, but Madam? Why she's only about a half-inch under the surface in full raging bitch mode. Now, what'll it be?"Ten minutes later found Andrea and Galena kneeling on towels in the master bedroom, faces to the floor, asses in the air and wrists chained. Foremost in my mind, however, was that night, not two months ago, outside of Grace Cathedral when we promised each other that, for however long our fragile little hearts kept beating, we’d love and cherish and honor and obey each other. And yet, here I was, admitting that I wanted to play with someone else… “She understands what it’s like to be a kitty.” It was the only answer I had to give. It was also the truth. Kay is, for lack of a better word, a Domme. Not the kind you generally think of.