Theskirt and petticoats were so short that they only just covered my frillyrumba panties. The five inch heels were a problem, but I sincerelyhoped fr...m my experience with three inch ones, that I could become usedto them once I had them on for a while. Becky found me complainingabout how my legs ached highly amusing and, getting into the spirit ofmy supposed masochistic tendencies, she had me get rid of all my shoesunder five inch heels.I regretted it immediately when Becky set me to work. So, even though my talk with Mary Ann was about how irresponsible I had been, and how I should be more careful (and less noisy), it still got me wet to think about it. As strange as it may sound, I wasn't thinking about anything like getting fucked, or licking a pretty girl's butthole, or getting my pussy eaten. I just thought of getting to talk about masturbation with another adult, in public as I fingered myself."They boys heard you," Mary Ann had said. "They heard you... masturbating." I. She heard him remove his belt and he stood behind her now. ?I?m going to start.I?m going to give you 15 strokes. If you get up or move from that position, thestroke I?m on doesn?t count and you get an extra. I just want you to know now Iendured a lot of punishment when I was growing up so I know what people cantake. Get ready.? Wit that he took a step backward and brought the belt downacross her ass. She cried out in pain and clasped her hands to her behind. ?Notgood enough dear, that stroke. He stepped out of his room, yawning."Hi honey," Debbie smiled as she stepped out the bathroom wearing a fluffy white gown."Morning mum," greeted Jake, aware that he was only wearing his shorts. He noted his mother's eyes flick down to his torso, which he was quite proud of since he'd began working out at the school gym with weights, giving him fairly well sculpted pecks and a flat washboard stomach. He was no body-builder, still quite lean and not fully grown at five-foot-five, but nonetheless.