“Does Rosie make you cry Scott?” she asked.Scott couldn’t answer immediately as he was too tied up in his own thoughts, but managed to squirm ar...und and almost look up at his Mum, and say with a pant,“No Mum, she would stop if it looked like it was hurting too much and give me a rest.”“Really?” Sheila said sounding surprised. “So she hasn’t really spanked you properly then,” she said emphatically.With that Sheila lent behind and picked up the hairbrush. She tapped it a couple of times on her. We hang out quite a bit. She always dresses nice and is kind of a tease. I don't mind. Today she's wearing a t-shirt, low rise jeans, and black Tory Burch flats. Very cute. We just finished a movie at the mall and she wants to go shoe shopping. We step into the Aldo store, and I watch as she slips on pair after pair of high heels. I am trying my best to hide my hard-on as she models shoes for me and asks which I like. Eventually she picks some black open toed stilettos. She loves spending money. That fosters a mindset of total frustration, weakness and helplessness, where it becomes a pathetic, whimpering and totally malleable mess, for its owner.It is ready to do anything and be used in any way. It’s owner no longer need to go looking for it, only to find it masturbating, or even totally spent and uncooperative, in some corner.Overtime, it will learn to manage, but never to eliminate, that frustration, as its last remaining Dre, unions of masculinity are eroded to extinction, leaving. She was a 15yo girl. Like all the other girls in class she had started her period already. Her hips had started its development giving her a very beautiful pear shaped body. The problem was, unlike the rest of the class she was a late bloomer. Her tits were so small they were virtually flat, barely registering as a mean nipple stand. She wore AA bras just to have straps over her shoulders like the other girls, but her tits barely filled them out. The other problem was that her pussy was still.