As I bent forward to step into my Navy 3" heels court shoes, I noticed that as my skirt tightened so my suspender straps were pushing through the mate...ial, which pleased me. Doing my make-up with extra care I applied eye colours to match my outfit and subtle jewellery. Wanting to go for a slightly different "look" I drew my long blonde hair back and pulled it into a high ponytail and secured it with a pretty pink hair bow to go with my blouse. The ponytail swished girlishly as I moved my head. I know why and wait for the spanking to move to the backs of my legs. The first spank hit the back of my left leg. The second hit the back of my right leg. I scream out. I always do when Emma spanks my thighs. The spanks rain down on my legs and the pain spreads. The tingling starts. I love the tingling. It spreads from my thighs up the inside of my legs and crashes in to my pussy. It doesn’t stop there. It keeps going. Deep inside me. The tingling caused by the hard spanking. Emma knows what. I showed the bra to Gail. "The bra cup didn't tear," I told her. "I think it can be fixed. Do you know anyone who can do an emergency sewing job?"A little hope came into her eyes and voice. "Yes," she said. "Mrs. Walters, she lives next door to Sara and Heather. She does alterations for lots of people. She's pretty good but I don't know what she will charge." Stay here," I said. I walked to the door of the pool house and knocked loudly. "Are you girls decent? I asked. I heard a chorus of. His fingers closed around my throat."You pathetic wimp," he hissed. He dragged me off the sofa. I scrabbleduseless at his grip. He lifted me up and slammed me against the wall andheld me there. "Did you enjoy dressing like this?" His hand released mythroat and grabbed at the prosthetic breasts. "Enjoy being felt up?" Hisrough squeeze went unfelt, but with a tearing sound and the popping ofbuttons he ripped the blouse open. Fosters' eyes narrowed with disgustat the sight of the grey things stuck.