The pants and shirt looked ok, but she brought her daughters panties to put on. I didn't want to walk out of the bathroom naked so I put them on.After...I dressed and came out,Tom seen me and laughed again, his mother yelled at him to stop. We went back outside to play and I noticed how the panties felt. They were smooth against my skin and held everything together. I liked the feeling. I forgot about what I was wearing when my mom called to say come home for dinner. When I got home mom asked why. Me? I had to make a difference. It was a curse.If I could use one word to describe myself it would be, “pragmatic.” I approach things analytically and I’ve always been a problem solver. I don’t know why I’m like that. Maybe it’s genetic. Or, maybe I’m just socially retarded. But I never ask if the glass is half full, or half empty. My only interest is in finding the right size glass.So, when the government offered a free pilot training program, I was one of the first to apply. It paid all the. Her mother in law is weak sighted and must attend every time. She even she could not go anywhere.I understood her state of mind by then. She was feeling too alone there. I asked her to relax and we can talk whole night if she will stop crying. Still she was humbling. I got up and got water for her. I sat on diwan and called to seat there. She came and seat near me. Still crying and humbling.I asked to tell me everything what’s happening with her life. She started telling me every complaint. Jones had spanked me with. "Please sit down so I can ask you a few questions before I will agree to date you." Karen said. Once seated, Karen asked, "My aunt told me that she had spanked you and that you wanted to be spanked. Is that true?"I was shocked that Mrs. Jones had told her niece about spanking me. "I'm surprised and embarrassed that she told you. But yes, she spanked me." I replied."If I were to let you date me, I first want you to submit to a spanking by me. And you will.