Keeping her knees together, she slid her purple shoes... “Purple shoes?” she thought, and,looking at the shoes, she noticed, except for the colour..., they resembled Dorothy's from the Wizard of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight heel. “I don't own purple shoes”. She continued her shuffled walk toward the lighted floor area until, an estimated five feet away, she could read the words 'STAND HERE' stated within the circle of light. “Yeah, right,”,Victoria said to no one in particular, “here I am, basic. They claimed that in their days having one’s own room was a luxury, but not a necessity and therefore my brother and I were doomed to share the bedroom. At first, it wasn’t that bad. I used the bathroom to release my sexual tension. But soon enough, I couldn’t afford to keep running to the bathroom so often. It only resulted in my mother taking me to doctors, asking them to do something with my upset stomach.Soon I reached puberty. Compared to most of my female friends my body took time to. Who knew that spanking could be so stimulating? My loins became aroused and my cock sprang to fully engorged erection. Hell, I was having a good time! So was Callie. But, wait. If that girl is having a good time, why is she crying? Oh shit, I went too far. I spanked too hard and too much. Guilt and regret swept over me. I bent and kissed Callie’s ass. I kissed and gently massaged every reddened spot. I kissed and I rubbed, then I kissed and I rubbed some more. The tender, silky-soft. A lot of the time I wear a light raincoat thing--there it is, with my clothes--which makes my sweating even worse but at least makes it so that people can't *see* that my clothes are soaked through.But the most embarrassing thing of all is the vaginal lubrication. It just floods at even the slightest, uh, stimulation, like even visual stimulation? And you know, doctor, that we women aren't very visual in our sexuality. I would have to wear incontinent diapers for this even if I didn't have to.