“Hold your dress up above your waist and bend over the end of the table and grab both sides,” Katie ordered. Of course, she reckoned that Gemma wa...ted to know what it was like to be caned and so wasn’t concerned about scolding her before caning her.Gemma did as she was told and held the hem of her dress right up clutching it against her tummy as she went and stood at the end of the table and, making sure the dress stayed up above her waist as she bent down and stretched her arms, clasped each. We did some dirty stuff today. Did you like it? Remember when you were eight or nine, and you got all that stuff from your little catholic friends' about "dirty", and you couldn't understand what they were talking about? Remember when you had... well, almost had sex with that high school boy when you were just thirteen? You didn't fuck him, oh no, not you, you ate his ass out and jacked him off, didn't you?" Who the hell was this person? "You ate this boy's ass, jacked him off with vaseline. It makes me really happy. And of course it shows off just how huge your luscious tits really are, not to mention your extra narrow waist." His hands went to her tits and waist as he talked about them.She smiled a wide smile. "It makes me happy too. And I'm so proud that my tits can give you such joy. I used to almost hate them, because they were so much trouble and gave me backaches, but now I love them. I even disliked the word. 'Tits, ' So vulgar. But these aren't breasts; they're tits!" She. She blushed just slightly. It was the first time I found her looking a little sheepish. It was the story about a Mother and her adult son. The chapter had echoes of us – hedging round each other alluding to sexual attraction but undeclared – at least so far in the chapter. She read a paragraph and then out of nowhere, “I trust this won’t give you any ideas Ian?”How to respond to that. “She’s much older than you Mum.” “And you're much younger Ian. Oh and Ian I don’t mind you glancing at me when.