Our mom was a bit of a pushover and Lindy took advantage of it, so our mom made me go with Lindy to get her a dress. We were told to get a "cupcake" d...ess as the pageant people called them.The dresses were very sparkly, and very short. They were tight-chested and had short and very fru-fru tu-tu's on the bottom. Lindy saw a sparkly blue dress that was different from the others, most dresses had shorts attached so the little girls wouldn't show their panties. But this one didn't. It looked like. He explained that he and his other sister had had a long talk with Margie, the night before. She had promised to behave today. The funeral and burial took about four hours. We were on our way home by 2:30 that afternoon. Margie had been civil, not warm or loving, but civil. She just barely shook hands with George, and only looked at her daughters. Neither Cindy nor I got even a glance. The girls were somewhat morose on the way home. They were upset with their mother's behavior and couldn't. Edward knew what that meant and moved his left hand to stroke my wet slit, vag, and clit, bringing me to a wonderful state of pain and pleasure. I gasped at each of his strokes, both on my slit and against my ass cheeks.Edward slowed his spanking but not my cunt attention and rubbed my ass for a bit before picking up the leather paddle. And the first swat against me was felt, as I was moving closer and closer to cumming. Oh, the sheer pleasure of the pain and delight was making me kick my legs. He pointed me to woman in her late thirties. 'Oops!' I thought at my sexist question. I went over to the woman, who was immaculately dressed in a pinstripe business suit, and introduced myself and what my new role was. She seemed shocked when she took in my age and appearance, but that was soon hidden behind her professional smile. I asked her what I could do to help and was told that there was very little I could do other than keep everyone away from filing cabinets and computers. I had an.