My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his rules in any way.I particularly enjoyed the Gender Identity classes at scho...l – they taught me that there was a gay gene – that being gay was genetic rather than as a result of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn’t attracted to boys – women are much cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome home life, I would come out as a lesbianBut Dad had other plans. ” “So you’re going.” Statement, not a question. “Yeah,” he said. “Can I make it up to you?” “Uh huh!” I replied brightly. “I have a surprise for you when you get home. Don’t have too much to drink, okay?” “Sounds intriguing,” he laughed. “Maybe I should come home right now.” “Go have fun with your geezers,” I said, letting him off the hook. “But don’t be too late. And text me when you’re on your way.” “Done. Love you.” “Love you too,” I blew a kiss and hung up the phone. Well, what to do? I. Mom also had Pat and Kat's bags ready to spend the next three days with Grandma Tuttle. Knowing we would have the house to ourselves for three days, had me wishing I didn't have to deal with school. If we could have planned this for the next week, I would have the afternoons off all week long, as my finals all take place in the mornings. Next weekend would be a busy one. My graduation will be on Saturday and Jess', Sunday. Jess will not be coming on Friday as usual since Pap and Grammi want to. Use your belt this time so she can really feel it."Cindy looked a little frightened as Willy pulled his chair out away from the table and motioned for Cindy to come to him. Before he pulled the young blonde over his lap Willy forcefully lowered her green laced panties to her knees. Betty had gone in search of one of Willy's belts and returned with the black leather in her hand. She handed the strap to her son. "Give it to her good Willy. Make her cry!"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Willy.