I got afew regular plain T shirts for him with suitably provocative and? humiliating slogans printed in big boldletters for him like ?SPANK ME, I AM A...WORTHLESS BITCH? and ?I HAVE BEEN ANAUGHTY BOY? , together with an assortment of other shirts, blouses, tank tops,and singlets, Oftenenough too he gets put into very short skirts or dresses for specialpunishments or to humiliate him and amuse us. He hatessome of these things, or says he does, but of course he has absolutely nochoice in the matter. He wasn’t like many of the fathers these days. Back in the dressing room, Anna’s legs felt numb hanging from the chair as the announcer started to talk signaling that she had maybe two more minutes before she would be walked out to the stage by her father and mother.Sometimes Anna hated living in this city, being born in this time. In school she was taught about a time where this sort of thing would be out ruled and anyone participating hunted down and sent to prison. Anna secretly wished she. As I bent over to place the first cup down I felt a hand on the back of my thigh, under my skirt…I turned around to see Jimmy’s stupid smile. I had my hands full of coffee cups; so, I could only move sideways a little; but then I felt George’s hand in the back of my other thigh. I looked at them angrily and asked what they thought they were doing…With a laugh they said they admired mature women who knew how to dress and it was only a compliment.I begged them to release me and then I moved. I was terrified and upset and I saw through the crack that she turned around and was facing the door. I suddenly moved away from the door and I doubt that she would have realized what was going on. She called out to me and asked to be with the kid till she comes out. I said ok and went and sat near the baby and tried rocking him.But that dint help. Then I heard her open the door and coming out of the bathroom. I was taken aback on seeing her all wet and wrapping herself in a towel with the lamp.