How dare her to take a boy into a place where girls were invarious stages of dress. Momma just simply guided me to an empty room.As soon as the door w...s closed, she had me take off everything exceptfor my underpants. As soon as I was in just my underpants, she had mehold up my arms so she could slip the first dress on me. It felt soamazing to have that dress on. I mean, here I was getting a dress thatactually fit me, one that was made for a girl my age! As Momma buttonedup the back, I could not. It waswonderful! I slid one hand down to her lap, searchingfor her pussy. It was even better so: all our sensitiveparts were “connected”. She moaned.“Ok, you can untie me, I won’t tickle you any more.”“It’s too late now. I’m going to make you mine, and youcannot resist me.”“I don’t want to resist you, only make my hands free.”“Too, late now…” I enjoyed being in power.“Please… untie my. I wantedly noticed them and acted like I was suddenly scared and fastly adjusted myself and sat decently by showing them my sorry face. They started giving me some comments like it’s ok, you can do it, etc.But I didn’t look at them and acting as seriously watching the movie. After 5 min the last one came and sat my side.There was only one seat left between us. And again the last guy came and asked me maam my seat was not nice.And would you mind if I sit here?And before saying anything he sat. Ooh please not so hard...thurEEEEEEeeee" Joan was swatting harder and harder and by the time I got to25 I was crying like a baby. "Ohhh my poor baby," said Joan. "Does baby's heinie hurt?Pull down your pink panties and let mamma see." I lowered the silken underwear to my knees. "Uhhhmmm. Looks like some more would do you some good."Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! With Joan's last comment she began a rapid rain of blows on mypoor suffering bare bottom. I was crying like a.