The embarrassment at stripping for discipline always edges in front of the trepidation I feel at my impending spanking, at least temporarily.Next come... "The discipline is mine and mine alone." Deep down I know this is true. I do have a safe-word, and I have no doubt that if I used it Daddy would stop. But I never have. Even as I fret about how much a spanking hurts I know how much better it feels to empty my soul out while he holds me tight and makes it all better. And no matter what, after my. Now I am no beauty queen, I have blonde hair, blue eyes, c cup titties. About 5 foot 8 and 150 pounds. I have never trimed my dark haired coochie. I just turned fifty and was feeling old and unattractive. I got naked and the smell of the room and the showers was very strong. My coochie was dripping wet as I turned on the water. After several minutes I felt that I was being watched and turned to see three young men standing watching me. I had nowhere to hide as these were old school showers. Relax and sit down on the couch with me, honey," Jess said. Isilently sat down. "Gosh, you're so nervous and tense." She startedrubbing my back, trying to get me to loosen up. I was a littleuncomfortable. "Do you want to even fool around, tonight or not?" sheasked. I told her I was nervous with the situation. She responded bytaking her top off. Her small tits looked nice and soft, and her nippleswere erect. She pushed me on my back and climbed over me. "I'm ready ifyou are" she coyly said. She. It's where you spend every waking hour when you aren't at work.Breakfast and dinner were the two times during the day when he made an attempt to pretend he cared about me and what I did. "How was your day?" he asked as he topped off his glass with Chianti."It was okay. There really isn't a whole lot to keep me busy with the kids gone. Not that I'm complaining of course. I think that it is great that your mom and dad wanted to take them to Yellowstone and to see Mount Rushmore and truth be told.