Soon I was putting on an outlandish display for him. He would be hard within minutes of getting home. I exposed myself to him in every way that I coul... think of.Then one day I knew that there was only one thing left to do. I just had to show my son my pussy. I spent all morning taking a bath and shaving my pussy clean. I played with myself and put on a pair of panties to catch the moisture. Just before he was due to come home I removed my panties and laid them out on his bed. I knew that he. My mom as sweet as she was, went into protection mode and took great pains to explain how boys can be bad sometimes and touch you and hold you inappropriately. It was when my sister described the actual sexual act to me that I went ‘Yuck!’ I actually started dreading it. Life as a blossoming young girl was both interesting and difficult. I enjoyed being a female and loved to emulate my mother, sister and older girls and giggled with my friends when they spoke of boys. I was often complemented. They nearly did."Martha's only reaction to this was to add, "And now you argue with me about it; six more strokes. That makes thirty strokes of the cane so far, unless you would like to try for some more?"Jacqui subsided into a truculent silence as she faced thirty strokes of Martha's long whippy cane which had somehow arrived on Csadia from Earth. Nobody knew how it had turned up in the New House of Joy, but all of the girls feared even a single stroke from it. Thirty strokes promised. The looks were rather obvious as I knew my nipples stood out rather well. When I noticed the guy I had hoped was looking hard at me, I smiled at him and he came over. "You’re new aren't you?" he asked. "Yes, I just started this term" my reply. "Nice" he then added. "How about you and me after classes?" he asked. "Sure" I said fast. "Meet you out front" he said and headed back to his friends. My excitement level must have gone through the roof as the day just seemed to drag on until the final.