For that matter, she didn't know any other parents who used a belt to punish their children. Most of Mia's friends cracked jokes about the belt when t...ey saw it, and she knew they didn't think much about it because her grandpa was from the old school, but it still bothered her."Hey Grams," Mia said as she walked past the belt into the kitchen. Her grandmother Claudia was leaning over the kitchen sink peeling potatoes.Claudia smiled warmly up at her granddaughter, "How was school?"Mia had long. Russell rode with us too, he and I in the back seat while Charlie rode up front with his mother. Sheila Evans pulled into the stream of larger cars and kept up with them at high speeds. There must have been one hundred cars in the caravan because our sister school, Speedwell School for Young Females, was going with us to the game.Sheila did her best to include us in the conversation she was having with Charlie. She wanted to know about our classes and how we liked the program at C.M.A. We all. She was very conscious of how if looked to her peeping dad. She decided to wash her pussy by sticking her hips up and out of the water and ran the soap all over until it was good and soapy. She lathered the suds for much longer than was necessary to get clean but she was enjoying it. Soon she rinsed and drained the tub. It took her another ten minutes to dry off and return to the bedroom. She managed to wrap the towel a little higher than before. She moved around the room and bent over knowing. " We don't have a wall."Robbie pouted. "Sims, you take all the fun out of life."I shrugged."Okay, so I waited till he was busy in the library and made a break for the parking lot. My little Rodrigo did the rest." Robbie had a Honda that her dad had given her for her sixteenth birthday, and for some reason had named it Rodrigo. I'd tried to explain that cars are always female. She'd nodded, and it was still Rodrigo. "But if he knew I was coming to see you, it'd be worse."I grunted in.