.. Hmmm ... nothing to report ... that is, until she reached down to (I thought) adjust her panties inside her slacks. But oddly enough, she didn't pu...l her hand back out ... then her legs were moving, and she leaned back hard on the side of the house, head tilted back & chin up. DAMN! I had seen this in MY FILM – she was playing with her Pussy. She made it easier for herself when she unzipped her pants on the side. Now she had plenty of hand & arm room to zero in on herself. Suddenly I was. I was rarelywithout a corset around my waist, keeping my figure in an hourglass shape.Over that, I had on a black zip up leather dress, that hugged myincreasingly feminine figure perfectly.My cleavage showed of course as I rested my smooth, slender hands on mylap. Seamed black silk stockings and 4in strappy heels completed my sultrylook. Having no idea why I was being brought into town this late at night,I was surprised as he stopped the car in front of a house just outside oftown and let me. You had no right to do what you did.’ My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe my own Mother was backing Gary Beasley over her own son. Quite literally, he was my enemy and the town’s biggest prick (in my opinion). I had never been so angry with my Mum. I got up and walked out of the police station, damning the consequences. Dad found me about an hour later at the football field at the high school. I was in the stands still seething from the treatment my Mum had handed out to me. ‘I figured you’d be. Her next awakening was an abrupt yank on her arm and she found herself thrown across the whipping bench and swiftly shackled wrists and ankles into place. This shocked her into full wakefulness and she suddenly felt a cold shiver run down her back as she realised that this was to be no playful spanking. She could not think what she might have...Hiss ... CRACK!Her speculations were abruptly cut off by the most painful blow she had ever felt. It was as if a knife had been drawn across her.