Sharon looked up from the message on her phone, “Ha ha, what’s the matter, panty boy? Can’t get it up?”“I need to touch you, smell you, kiss...you,” I pleaded.“No.”“No to all of it?"“Oh, for god's sake, here it is if it gets you off, just do it if you must, I’ve got to go.”With that, she pushed me back on the bed and straddled my face, the tight material of her new thong inches from my mouth.“Touch me and I’ll slap you. Or worse. Now get on with it; I’ve got to be somewhere else.”Her wet crotch. We all got out and went inside. Ken was talking to the cashier and saw us come in. He came over and hugged Kara and said hello to me and Glenn. We introduced him to Jo and asked for a nice quiet table. He talked to the hostess and came back and said that if we can wait a couple of minutes the table we occupied the last time we were here is being cleaned up.Perfect! I started to introduce myself and Glenn to Jo. She met us back in the store, of course. But she doesn't know what our relationships. I give her enough time to write a few words between strikes. I land another across some fresh skin just below her ass cheeks. She lets out a scream into her cum soaked panties. I say "You will learn from this!" "I promise!" I pause. I land another across her cheeks, harder this time. She again screams into her panties. Sally is vigorously writing as quickly as she can! I pause, the next one lands just below her cheeks, harder than the first one! She again screams into her panties. I step back. She always treated us just the same, never favoring me, always being as fair as she could be. I loved her for that, actually, and wasn't sure that every mom would be as fair.Around the ages of ten and eleven, Mom taught us about the birds and the bees, well, she was a bit more matter-of-fact than that, thankfully, but her words more or less just got filed away by both of us, I think.But, when I was almost twelve, my body began changing in ways that all girl's bodies change and so I talked with.