She even curled her hairs from the bottom so they were bouncy. The red lipstick was complimenting her fair face.For a moment I thought of jumping on h...r but then I took control of my instincts. While talking all this I was still glued to the same spot as I was puffing. I didn’t even budge a centimeter from there. I was so lost in her eyes and her lips that I felt like thanking God for this.After a while of gossips, she took my hand and we went to the restaurant. Well after entering the. After all, she loved being submissive and never minded that she was being spanked by a woman so much younger than herself. After all, she had got a ticket for doing something that really was very silly and fully accepted that she deserved to be disciplined for it. She knew that the paltry fine that she would receive when she gets the ticket will be no deterrent for her, whereas a very hard very long very painful spanking would be much more of a deterrent.After all, she knew that this spanking. Homework was for school. Studying was for home. This system worked with perfect results for Ana, but it required intense worth ethic each day in school. AP classes weren’t called ‘Advanced Placement’ for nothing. By the time seventh period rolled around, Ana’s hair had wilted in a glossy brown puddle of frizz and her cheeks were flushed from stress. Ana had washed the handkerchief twice and ironed it to perfection when she presented it to Mr. Smith before class. She smiled at him, a little. I explore with my nose. I’m afraid. I want my mother and family. I cry and wet myself from fear. I am stroked and a low tome speaks to me. I am comforted. Then sleep. This exercise is repeated over and over and each time I am afraid and cry, but I begin to trust this fleshy being means no harm. I can see there are light and dark things around me. My legs can carry my weight, but I fall. Many times. I learn that my comfort still comes from sleeping in a mass of heaving bellies. My legs can.