I squeeze it and trail my hand a little farther up. I put a finger up and rest it in between your legs, applying a little pressure. I rub up and down ...hesitantly. You take my arm with one hand and pull it up, increasing my pressure in between your legs. I gently nibble your nipple as I slowly bring my hand up to the top of your panties. I pull them down and off of you. Your hand fumbles at the strings of my pants, and I pull them down and toss them away. Supporting yourself with one hand as I. ”Mike prompted my daughter to give the explanation.“I have heard the term domestic discipline. I just started, and my Aunt and Mom have been in training for a few weeks now. They could probably explain it better than I could, Sir.”My daughter has the gift of gab. I felt like she was giving an excuse to clam up and avoid saying what we were doing out loud. Mike obviously thought so as well because he told her that Don had asked her and he expected her to give a complete response to the question.. Soon her ass was red and blotchy with blisters as her mother finished her firm spanking. Oddly enough her mom was not spanking her for speaking ‘mean’ of her opponent, but for her potty mouth she had chosen to use. As Tori got up she rubbed vigorously her red blistered bottom. It really hurt.It was normal for her mother to spank her out in the van at the dancing facility. Usually these were given when Tori was out of sorts and was not concentrating on her dance moves much less her singing. Questions flitted through her mind.Jean, her emotions back under control, said, "Now, what's the problem you want to discuss?" It's a question about sexual ethics really." Oh, what kind of question," she asked."There's a woman." A very special woman." Yes, a woman who's sexy as hell." We want to have sex with her, but we're not sure how to approach her." Did it ever occur to you that you're asking your future mother-in-law how to commit adultery?" Jean asked, frowning at them."Oh, come on, Mrs..