"Get away from me!" Mom squealed."Quiet down," I said reasonably. "Hannah will hear you." I don't care!" she exclaimed although in a much quieter tone...I reached over Mom's waist and held her body to me so she couldn't scoot away. She struggled a bit but Mom knew better than to hit me."Please! Don't do this to me. I'm your mother," she whined."Right now I'm not doing anything. Just lying beside the most beautiful woman I know." I knew I couldn't get anywhere using flattery but it couldn't hurt. So, we’ve got a while before anyone comes back,” she said.“I guess. You want a hit?” I asked, holding the joint out for her.“You know I don’t smoke,” she said, taking the joint from me.Kylie took a long pull on the joint and started coughing. “Are you gonna take it back?” she asked when she finally stopped coughing.I took the joint from her, I hadn’t been paying attention because I was trying not to look at her too much. Kylie was wearing a rather revealing bikini and she had a stunning body,. That night when she got home he had supper ready. She wasenjoying the meal when she noticed his hair was getting prettylong. She envisioned him with curls, then with a wave to his hair.She thought that with him wearing her clothes, curls might be theway to go. That night she complained about having to do the books everyweek. She told him she hated doing them. He offered to do them forher. She told him to stop in at one o'clock tomorrow and she wouldshow him how to do them. The next morning. I could clearly ‘feel’ the marks, every one of them. I could feel them blossoming as the paddling was given then, later, feel each one as the pain around them went away – the pain from them didn’t go away as fast. His favorite form of play was ‘spanking the naughty wife’. Most of the time it was just spanking; pealing down my clothes until my bare backside was getting a very good blistering. I found out that, the more demure and submissive I was, the more I struggled and begged him not to.