"She and Pam's Mom started chatting. On the other side of the pool, Ethan tossed his towel on a deck chair and jumped into the pool."Your yard is beau...iful," Mom said. "I love what you've done with the flowers." Let me show you what I'm working on now, on the other side of the house."Mrs. Thorn led Mom off to the other side of the house. Pam held her hand over her eyes, like the bill of a cap, and watched Ethan. He moved gracefully up and down the pool. She didn't want to wait any longer. Mom. She came toward me, smiled, and slapped me as hard as she could.“What the fuck!” I said. “Why...”“Because you deserved it. Because it made me feel good, actually better than I thought it would,” she said.“Well, don’t do it again or I’ll have your pretty pink ass arrested,” I said. She didn’t seem especially concerned with my threat.“Jimmy, don’t you ever do anything like this again. It’s not fair and I do not deserve to live the rest of my life grieving over your headstone. Got that young man!”. Each week no matter how much my sisters and i tried to behave,we would always get something wrong and be punished for it.upon cleaning after dinner on saturday night,my sisters and myself would nerviously go to our rooms remove all our clothing and put on our dressing gowns,then go and stand in the hallway outside the dinning room door while our parents made the preparations inside,when this was completed all three of us would be summoned into the dinning room where we had to stand to attention. “Bring that sweet ass of yours here,” he said. I turned myself around and felt the swift sting of a hand meeting my left ass cheek. Placing his hands on either side of my thighs, Stephen bought me down so my pussy was in close to his face, and he went to town.His tongue was magic and masterful, finding all the nooks and unexplored crannies, touching and tonguing me in places I’d forgotten I had. “You’ve shaved,” I heard him observe, his voice slightly muffled. I could feel his breath against my.