"As a matter of fact guys, he still punishes me, whether I need or not. He whipped my breasts this morning, before we left the house. As a matter fact... they're still quite painful. This damn bra rubs right were one of the welts is."Looking at me pleadingly, she asked, "May I please get more comfortable?" Ask properly, bitch."Ron and Bob turned white. I could tell that they were waiting for mom to explode in anger at my insult. Then to their amazement, they heard mother's submissive. Moving to the closet I searchthough a numberless amount of dresses and skirts, tops, the cheerleadersuniform, the nurses uniform I had as well as the little girls dress, Idiscover two more little girls dresses one in light yellow and one inlight blue, theres several different color blouses and some sweaters andfinally I find my old suit with a white shirt and a pair of my jeans! Iquickly take off my skirt and shoes grabbed the jeans and pull them ononly to discover with my new padded butt and. She leaned forward over me, smiling. ‘Aren’t you TIRED of working for Mr. ______? ‘ I didn’t know what to say in response. I blinked. She rubbed her crotch across mine and I felt myself stirring again. ‘I mean, all you get is some teasing from a hot body like mine and a lot of shrapnel removed with tweezers and bourbon. If you’re lucky, by noon you’ll just have an infection, an addiction to heroin and a big set of blue balls.’ ‘If…if I’m unlucky…?’ I asked, my cock throbbing in my pants against. I looked through the magazines out of curiosity. Wow. He was a porn freak. An entire stack of porn right there. It made me think the Kevin, his father, didn’t mind. I decided he probably wanted these so I left them. In about thirty minutes I had the room free of cans and wrappers. The small dumpster for the barn was full as it is. So now I moved onto the clothes. Underwear, socks, shirts, pants. Wow. Why would you have clothes scattered through out the room like this. The hamper in.