. forget about it. I was a lean, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, bronze-skinned kid and even as early as age 8 or 9, I knew I happened to be good looking ev...en though I wasn’t worried about it. I was always self-assured, fun, casual, easy-going and fairly popular.Whenever I was home for the evening, sometimes I shucked my pants or shorts after dinner too and spent a lot of my time in just my underwear. It was just me, my mom and my two older brothers, and I never felt any need to be modest around any. You've only got a week to learn all the basics and then you will be tested, so you need to work really hard."I nodded my assent, and she guided me to one of the stools. Carefully I worked my way into place. Every movement required thought and planning because of the treacherous heels, restrictive corset and my prominent, heavy breasts. These all conspired to make the simple act of sitting down on a stool challenging. I was so thankful to get the weight off my feet.Another problem that wouldn't. ”She took my hand in hers and said, “Trust me. I have a plan.”We walked to the garage elevator and hurried to my car. She sat in the front passenger seat. Then, she instructed me to start the car and to drive to the top floor of the parking structure. There, she directed me to a stall which was against a wall. “Ok. Now park with the wall on my side of the car, then get out of the car and come around the back to my door.”I did as I was instructed. By the time I came around to her, she had. Gregory kept himwhere he was easily, with his free hand on the small of his back. Stevengrabbed the legs of the chair and held on desperately as spank afterspank landed on his sitter . His cheeks darkened from pink to bright redas a full two dozen blows were delivered. When Gregory was done herolled the prey unceremoniously off his lap and left him on the floor, onhis side, clutching his abused buttocks and weeping profusely, his eyemake-up running down his flushed cheeks.Gregory stood and.