As the day went by and afternoon got over there was some fresh cool air coming in from outside. The crowd was building up in the compartment as the tr...in moved on through various stations. There was a station where a lady with her husband got in. She had a child of around 4 years of age with her as well. I was sitting at the corner of my seat in the passage way. The inside of the sitting area was occupied by my team members and some other people. The lady was standing near me on the passage way. "What the hell, Ralph?" she griped, putting her hand up. "Why the hell are you two hiding in the closet, and why does he have his wood out too?" You fucking idiot, Brendan," I attacked him, pushing him. "Put that away." Did you tell him about us, Ralph?" she questioned, yanking both of us out of there. "Please tell me you didn't tell him. The last thing either of us needs is this getting out. Why the hell did you tell him, Ralph?" Shit, I'm sorry, Lyra, please, forgive me," I pleaded, coming to. This has been your morning drink slut. What a sight: this very young woman is so in control and my wife that can be her mother is totally broken in. Get the cane!, Marit commands to slut5 and she looks at me and says Time for you to remember the lessons of today and your position. Crawl here, you bitch and stand up, legs as wide as possible and then some more and hands on the ground, ass up. This position is called punishment. You are not to move or make a sound. You are to keep count when. And then it hit me, why did she call me Laura? My name was Larry. “Please Laura,” Aunt Rose said with a bit of sternness in her voice, “We have so much to do before we go out to dinner.” As she said that she moved the panty from side to side letting it shimmer seductively in the light and opened it inviting me to step into the feminine garment. I had no idea what lie ahead for me, as I have mentioned, my mother is the only female in the house and at my age had not yet started snooping around.