*I wasn’t sure at first, but as the lashes began to stripeher in earnest again, I became convinced that my motherWANTED to be whipped, that she&...8217;d spoken aloud with theexpress purpose of eliciting the punishment. As Dad’sleather tore across her already ravaged bottom, shecried, she screamed, she trembled violently- but forawhile she remained virtually still, not jerking orstruggling to pull away, but submitting obediently to thebeating.After awhile though, it just became too. She was very polite but did not make muchconversation. I realised that she might not know what to say to asissified husband. She concentrated on styling my hair. She did notcomment on my earrings.When my wife arrived back home she helped me into the waitress outfit.Although I was wearing the longest stockings I had, by the time she hadadjusted the bows on the skirt to accentuate my reduced waist I knewthat my stocking-tops would be just visible if I stood still. If Imoved quickly or bent over. I suddenly felt more liberated and at peace with myself than I had ever been in my life. I felt as if I was on some kind of sexual crusade; to have as much sex as I wanted with men and women, wherever I liked. After all, I wasn't the only one getting pleasure out of it; my partners had some fun too.The next day I had to go to work and the prospect of seeing Sandi again thrilled and excited me. I got in very early; as I'd told her I would, opened up and switched off the alarm. Mr. Dodd and. " Scott" I came toward him reaching out for his phone. "Don't do it." Since he doesn't love you, why don't you marry me..."He laughed at me and I finally managed to knock the phone from his hands and then we scrambled to pick it up. I beat him to it and looked at the screen. Nothing. "Ha Ha." I handed his phone to him."See. I would never do that to you guys. Come on, what are friends for?" Ok." We went about our time getting food ready for breakfast. Scott was supposed to get me to the church.