A visit to some relatives, provided the opportunity to go through 12 year old cousin Kathy's, laundry basket. There I found an orange sleeveless top ...hat was several sizes too small and only barely covered my chest but I thought would be just the ticket to complete the ensemble. When my parents would leave for the evening I'd strip naked, skinny on the shorts, the tight top and the shoes. A little bit of lipstick and mascara and WOW, I couldn't believe it. I pranced back and forth in front. “You know what you’re going to get now don’t you, Chrissy?” stated Sheila, already knowing the answer to her question. “Yes, Ma’am, I do,” I replied, enjoying the little game that Sheila liked to play. “You like it too don’t you, slut?” said Sheila forcefully while smiling down at me. “Oh yes, Ma’am,” I said. “I love it and I love how you use it on me too!” I exclaimed excitedly, yet somewhat nervously. Smiling down at me, Sheila slowly lubed the cock, stroking it purposely as I laid on the. It was wonderful. I cried, squealed and moaned. He showed no mercy, standing with hands on his hips, staring into my eyes, watching as my fear and pain turned to need then lust. We fucked like animals, oblivious to the outside world. Grunting and crying out our pleasure as he muttered, White slut, cunt, whore . . ., unrelenting in his assault on my body. I came twice. He also came, but stayed hard, continuing to fuck me like he owned me. Tightening my legs around his waist, I wrapped my arms. Let me remind you may keep on your pyjama jacket for the first 6 strokes with the tawse but you will then remove that for the second 6 with the cane. Now stay in your room until lunchtime. Do you have any questions?” "No," I mumbled. I stayed in my room feeling very unhappy and badly done to. At 1.00pm I went down to lunch where Aunty Beryl, Kate and I had a salad. Towards the end of lunch, Aunty turned to Kate and asked when her friends were due. I went white and Kate smiled saying she.