It was my mom."Hi dear, how is everything there? Is the house ok?" The house is fine mom. So am I. Stevie has had some sort of breakdown though and I ...m truly scared for him." I said as my emotions came pouring out."Well maybe if he'd lay off of the drugs he wouldn't have breakdowns." I could hear my father in the background saying he wasn't paying to bail the little fucker out of prison. I assumed that they were not around grandma or grandpa or Aunt Karen."Well don't worry your self over him. As instructed I climbed on the bed and pulled the pantyhose just below my ass and then reached back and spread my cheeks, exposing my rosebud."Very nice" he said and walked over and started rubbing my bare ass with his hands. Suddenly another slap across my ass rang out. I winced but said nothing just letting the sting wash over my ass. "Bitch, you should thank me for that." "Thank you Master, please use me as you wish" was all I could think of to say. "Don't worry, I will".Several more slaps. They remained as pristine as her white pinafore. Actually, there wasn't much risk of Dawn's soiling either her petticoats or dress because they were remarkably short. All of Dawn's dresses had been mini-length since the 1960s. Indeed, half of her skirts dated from the 1960s. (She was proud that she could still - with the help of a corset - fit into them.)However, this particular dress was almost spotless for it was part of her newest ensemble. She'd just spent a year's savings to buy it from a. Then, as it became apparent that we weren't going to get away, it turned into depression. Then resignation. Acceptance followed. Eventually, we began to forget our past lives and just live for the present. Some of that was trained into us. I am no psychologist, despite my massive reading over the years, but after a person accepts that their life isn't going to change, they usually begin to look on the good side, if there is one. For ourselves, we had no more money worries, or where we.