Don't change anything for me. I was not exactly known for being a saint," he said with a grin.We sat a while longer watching the girls train the agenc...y people, when a voice asked me in German how I was feeling."Not too bad, just very sensitive to touch in places," I replied in German. I guess that was going to be the language for tonight.The conversation continued as we watched the action on the mats.I asked, "What kind of reports are you are getting back from the two groups?" Between the ache. Cindy had the dress and Leah had a pair of white Mary Jane shoeswith white flowers covering the buckles. All three girls were still inthe ballet leotards with their Daisy ballet flats on. And still MissJohnson was standing at the door, just smiling and watching. Cindyshowed me that the dress was already unzipped and she told me to lift myarms and bow down a little as they placed the dress over my head. Theypulled it down and I stood so Tammy could zip me. I laughed a littleinside myself, as I'd. A bastard I certainly was not; big-headed, I certainly was. I confirmed this by comparing my head to my peers. Mine was larger, by several centimeters to a dozen, depending upon the boy measured. I didn't ask any girls, therefore my hasty research may possibly be flawed, not that I felt much concern for this omission.I didn't mind at all if my head were out of proportion with my body. I began learning to read at age four upon Father's knee. I learned music from my mother at an early age,. She kicked and struggled, but her mother held her firmly, pinning her right arm behind her back."Since you are acting like a naughty brat, Daphne, so you are going to get treated like one".Daphne felt her skirt being raised. When Daphne felt her panties being pulled down she renewed her struggles. It was just too humiliating. She was too old for a bare bottom spanking.Although Daphne was sure that she was too old for such treatment, spankings were not unfamiliar. Daphne had always had a head.