This would be an event that happened in the house, and only in the girls room. No one else was to know about it or participate. That means you are not...to tell Eric, or any of your friends about this. Do you understand? I was very clear about that last part because I wanted it to sink in. If you tell anyone anything about this, you will not be allowed to participate again. Do I make myself clear? Yes dad. He replied and shook his head yes. Ok then, I said as I stood up and headed for the door.. Behind me I heard hersay "I wish you had not said no to skirts, they would look so good onyou now, you wiggle your arse in those heels" I turned round and in anoffended tone said "Mother" but she was right about the wiggle. Maybethe heels provoked my hips or the encouragement she had been giving me,I now walked one foot directly in front of the other, and as aconsequence my hips moved from side to side and my hands stuck outhorizontally to help me balance. In only a few days, I had affected. It was the girl. She had her legs spread all the way apart. I might be able to do that with my weight holding me down, like a cheerleader. She was doing it casually. Anyway, there was a long shot, getting all the bruises. Then there were detail shots from ankle to ankle. That scene was three nights ago and you can still count the stripes.Tuesday, I said that Mistress Cynthia did not draw blood, but that wasn't quite true. I should have said the skin never parted. Some of the welts had oozed. . high tech. That was certainly the case with the remote she handed me. It had at least twice as many buttons as any similar unit I'd ever seen. "Wow," I said. "How am I ever going to work this thing? Do you have an instruction book?" "Sure," she said, still smiling widely. But then she reached into a pocket of her coveralls, and came up with nothing. She fished around in the other pockets, and still was unable to find anything. The smile suddenly disappeared, replaced by a look of.