The teachers actually hugged her if she cried from falling over. Her parents would tell her not to be a cry-baby. 'Well maybe it will teach yo a lesso... to be in school,' Ayesha said, to herself, and almost laughed.Making another tea, she sat at the kitchen table, relishing the free time, while hearing k**s on their way to school. The housework needed doing, as her mother had been out of action for two days. That could be caught up with when they swapped places later. Ayesha practiced applying. I actually enjoyed her humiliating me that way or at least it aroused me in a way I couldn't hope to explain. I loved mom and I loved the way she treated me badly sometimes because this kind of incident continued from thereafter. I continued to dream of my mother actually giving me a cock spanking as punishment for my lustful thoughts. Of course that only made me cum harder.And so life continued until one day she caught me wanking with a pair of her panties. I'd hadn't heard her return home. “How did that feel?”The last couple of kilometres I wanted to give up, but I forced myself. On the final 500 metres, the pavement felt it was flowing under my trainers.” He said as he was trying to catch his breath back.“If your tyred and want to skip the rest of the exercise there is no problem,” I said.“From now on we finish our morning ritual together.” Was his reply.It was a cloudy Wednesday morning, I had just dropped off Mario at the college, making my way to the gym I noticed Father. Gosh, he was going to ruin his makeup if he kept this up. And Daddy would be home soon!He couldn’t let Daddy see him mussed up! Just the thought of Daddy and his big strong arms and his scratchy beard and his big deep voice made sissy feel tons better. Soon Daddy would be home and sissy wouldn’t feel so small and lost and alone. Daddy would tell him what to do and sissy wouldn’t have to worry. He wouldn’t have to feel anxious anymore. Sissy would know exactly what to do. Because Daddy would.