Then she settled back down onto the bed. "You aren't very steady in heels." She said. Then she made him walk back and forth from one side of the ... room to the other while she coached him on how he should move. Of course the way she had him swinging his hips like a woman had nothing to do with his getting used to walking in high heels, but Roberta didn't realize this. All he knew was that he after a while he was walking almost as well as any woman. Kathy thought that his. Women need to be managed Willy. They may try to tell you otherwise but deep down they crave to be dominated by a strong male" He looked from Willy back to his daughter. "Continue!"As Betty continued her tale Bill pulled a tawse from his briefcase and passed it over to his grandson. Betty shivered as she watched her son caress the well oiled leather tawse. If it was out of the briefcase she was sure that she would be feeling it sooner or later on her trembling bottom.Betty took a deep breath.. I really do." I said honestly."Hey bitch," the black man in a head scarf said."Gee my reputation proceeds me," I said."Yeah come on lets dance," he said taking my hand. I let him lead me onto the dance floor. The music was too loud and too grating to do more than bounce to it. I moved some of the ways white girl typically do. I was about half in time with the music but I could quite get a hold on it.He moved around behind me and put his hands on my hips. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I. She had persuasion in abundance.By late afternoon, I had to get out and move around, so I opened the garage and found what every boy needs, a bicycle. I went for a long, hard, ride and worked up a sweat and worked out the kinks from David's father's attack. The pain was pretty minimal, but the stiffness was a challenge until my muscles heated up and relaxed.I rode through the streets in a manageable pattern, so I could find my way home. Thinking about getting lost reminded me that I didn't know.