Inside she walked to the large mirror covering her bathroom door and stopped. She admired her body in the mirror. It was beautiful. She was beautiful....She didn’t feel she was cocky in thinking this because it hadn’t always been so. At one time she had been odd looking. The daughter of mixed races, part Native American, part White, part African-American, and part Italian. All this mix had created a somewhat frizzy-headed, mocha-skinned, and gangly little girl. But now looking at her self in the. In truth, it didn’t really hurt that much when mom did the spanking - except for the one time I laughed at her while she was doing it. That time she took out ‘The Belt’. I don’t laugh during spankings any more. I did as told, and bent over, pants around my ankles and my hands against the wall. Slap. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, and slap. My butt did feel warm and stung a little, but mom had spread out the blows across both ass cheeks. It wasn’t so. It was hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy, and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and fucking was fun, it's all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking."Where's your. One person stuck out from the rest, she was texting on her phone. She had short black hair and pretty pale skin. She looked short from what I could see. She had a Bluetooth in her ear. I could smell her attitude from inside.“Ready to meet the old ball and chain,” he asked rolling his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, and headed out to the backyard to meet everybody.When we walked outside people started whispering. I already knew what they were thinking, they were judging me. I walked hard with my.