The aunt was psychotic but I would think she would not strike the child with a dress on. Images were important for her why not take off the dress first. I don’t believe she would routinely slap the child; that ruins the image. On second thought psychotics don’t always make sense. Think of Trump and those who support him. Yes, mommy. See you later. Bye, Auntie Kay." He left the room and I heard the front door shut quietly.

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Well girl, the girls have their own room and only three bedrooms here, so you are in with your aunt. Good,” Jenny says confidently. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I feel you need to learn respect for your mother. It’s not been easy on her y’know. Trying to raise a confident boy on her own. “ There, I said it, I don’t like her, but recently, she invited us to stay with her for the summer vacation. Mom was busy with her work, and there was no way she could’ve taken a leave. But instead of cancelling her invitation, she asked me to go there, alone. I was dead against it, but always liked my mom, and never said no to her, thus when she asked about it in the morning, I simply half-heartedly accepted. Then began the beating, and it continued until the fire goes down. When the last flame went out, all my clothes were burned. At last, I lost my balance and fall to the ground. The weekend was a huge success mainly due to my mothers training of Michelle which she says was a regime of punishment and reward with the judicial use of the strap on. She has encouraged me to continue with the same training which I find most enjoyable; Michelle has in turn accepted fully her role in life and is a very attentive maid. My mother and I now share the benefits of Michelle for domestic support with all that that entails.

I was amazed by Jodie’s good manners. ‘Would you mind?’ That wasn’t the way he normally talked. "Of course I wouldn’t mind," I replied. The petticoat discipline was working already. Excellent,” complimented Aunt Mary, “A little touch-up with the curling iron and our little Chrissy will be perfect”. My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.”

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I know, but I don’t trust you anymore ; she replied and left my hands unattended. Watch the TV if you want; she said, and handed me the remote. Because, because, I don’t want to wear those new briefs and undershirts aunt; somehow I managed to say those words. Inside it, there were a set of beautiful diamond earrings. I became stunned, and scared about the upcoming permanent addition. I was still on the chair, right in front of the mirror. Stylist placed them before me and marked my lobes. I was speechless, and couldn’t do anything, when she pierced them with a needle. I flinched & cringed, and soon my lobes were adorned with them. was only a sort of mannequin while this was going on, because Hilda and Gertrude were doing all the fiddling and fitting. The