I kept my tear filled eyes on that lighted hall and wished it were some kind of door that would take me away from all of this. Then through the sobs ...and the screams I saw two figures at the end of the hall looking down. It was my c***dren, I pushed aside all of the pain and waved for them to go back to their rooms luckily my husband never noticed. Seeing my c***dren had reminded me of who I am now and the fact that this kind of thing was a part of their life made me even more depressed. I lay. She looks across at my pile of clothes and tells me in a hard voice, no longer the soft tones of before, “that is not a neat pile, you will need to be punished”. Before I can say anything I hear a swich and feel a sting on my ass check. I yelp in pain and surprise. Miss Terie whispers in my er “that was only a tap you pussy, now six more nad you will thank me after each one”. The next one hits my other cheek, I jolt but this time I keep quiet. “Are you forgetting something slave”. “Thank you. We were due to go and explain, after a bit of shopping. I noticed Mum always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician.Today she wore a flimsy white blouse that you could see her black lacy bra clearly through, a pair of black tights that had thick tarty seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch mini skirt. This was so small you could see the tops of her legs where they joined into her. .." Seriously ... do we have to talk about it more, Mom? It's really O.K. I won't do it anymore and you won't either. O.K.?"Jennifer pondered his response. It didn't seem to her that her son was upset by what had happened. She thought that maybe kids are more resilient than she realized. And perhaps, while her behavior was drastic, it really did nip Ryan's behavior in the bud and shock him out of his weird acting out."O.K., Honey. I understand that it would make you feel uncomfortable to talk.