My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. This story is the beginning of my strange journey. The many that follow, will make very clear just how un-normal my life is. Please don't misunderstand me. I truly love my parents. Even today, when I can look back on my life and find the clues as to why I am so out of the ordinary, I truly love them. After all they created me. Not simply the act of copulation and eventually birthing. That stuff doesn't take much imagination. No, I mean raising children- me, and my little brother for that matter. Now there is where imagination kicks in. I think it took most of my eighteen years to realize just how unique my life has been.
My Dad's name is Brian. I was never exactly sure what he did for a living, I guess he matches people up who should be doing business together, something like that. I realize now that he does very well at it anyway. You know how it is. When you are young, you never really realize whether you are wealthy or poor. You are what you are, and it's just normal. I guess we weren't especially rich, but we were pretty well off. Anyway Dad traveled a lot- he still does.
He was always this guy who would pop in and out of my life, and Mom was the steady everyday influence. Not an especially good one, but always there. Still, Dad was the king of his castle, a strong disciplinarian, clearly in charge. He is a very big guy, always with a stern face. He is a gentle giant, who could transform into a cold despot when the need arose. We all understood that, even Mom, so it was easier to submit to Dad's will. I liked the gentle giant and worked hard to keep him that way.
Kathy, my Mom, is a beautiful lady, a typical southern belle. Prim and proper outside the home, she is a different person within. She is a conventional stay at home mom. In no other way is she traditional. She is submissive to my Dad. Just as subject to his punishments as we were. But she lorded power over Todd and me more sadistically than Dad- at least early on. Mostly she loves, but in my early years she could change in a heartbeat if she thought she needed to. For her, punishment meant humiliation, more than pain.
Unlike my Mom, I want to be a professional Lady, with a career, life and friends of my own. But much akin to mom, I am attracted to strong men. Who knows how all that will work out?
This story is the recollection of the most powerful event of my youth. It was the last time my daddy punished me and the only time he did it in front of anyone outside of the family: My best friend Linda.
Linda and I had grown to be very good friends. I don't think there is much in this life that is more special than to have a best friend. Through the years I have had a few, but none like Linda. Maybe it is a little bit of nostalgia for a simpler time in life- childhood. In any case, this story is special to me because it is an experience that Linda and I shared. We did a lot of things together, some of them good things and lots of not so good things. This story has a little of both.
Linda and I had parent's who believed in corporal punishment and we each got our share. Of course the punishments were separate in the privacy of our own homes. Afterward we would tell each other what we got. Linda always had it worse.
Daddy always spanked me on my behind. When I was little he used his hand. As I got older he used other instruments: Usually a paddle that he kept for the purpose. He never used a belt. Consequently, the worse I had to show for it was a red behind. Sometimes it hurt pretty bad and for a long time, but never worse than that. I think the shame was a lot worse, especially as I got older. I know most friends didn't still get spankings. Except Linda.
Linda's Dad was worse. We would show each other our "battle scars" after we got a whooping, and sometimes hers were pretty bad. Now a days, I suppose parents couldn't do that. Back then maybe it was more common. Linda would have "stripes" on her ass and sometimes on the back of her thighs or lower back. Maybe he just wasn't a good aim. It was very scary though, and I always treated her Dad with the up most respect. He seemed really nice, but I knew he could punish like no one else- even Daddy.
This will be the only story of my childhood. I only include it so you can better understand where I am today. This happened when Linda and I were 18. As I said before, Linda and I were comfortable enough around each other to show the proof of our punishments. This was not a sexual thing; we were just OK with that. Even as we grew older and played a little, "you show me yours, and I'll show you mine", it was not a sexual thing. More of a curiosity of youth. And of course, we always talked about boys.
On this particular day, a Saturday, we spent the day at her house while he parent's were away. The day was glorious. We shared a little wine we found in her parent's fridge; danced a little, singing along to the songs, it was great. We got tired of all that after a while and Linda had a new idea.
"Let's try on some of my Mom's stuff." Linda decided.
"You think it's OK?" I replied with thoughts of her Dad's anger if we were ever caught.
The plan was for Linda to eat supper at my house that night because her parent's wouldn't be home until later that night. It seemed safe.
"Why not," I reluctantly replied,
We went upstairs to her mom's room and started rifling through her walk in closet. She had so much stuff, I couldn't believe it. We tried on a few things, but quickly got bored.
"Old geezer clothes," I laughed.
"She's got some sexier stuff Geena, if your game."
"Really?" Like what."
"Well, let's see." Linda pulled out a blue negligee. Still on the hanger, it was hard to tell, but I didn't think it would cover much.
"That would look great on you Linda," I offered. A ploy to get her to go first, which she clearly understood.
"OK and here's yours." Linda handed me a red negligee. It was two pieces and wouldn't cover much more. I did look good in red though and wanted to see my self in this sexy outfit.
We did the whole bit with makeup, heels, the works. I really looked naughty and it was so cool. We had so much fun with that. After checking each other out we sat on her parent's bed, still in our outfits, and talked. Linda, who always wants to shock me, asked me about masturbation.
"You want to do it?" Linda asked.
"What, masturbate, are you serious?"
Linda didn't answer, but just started touching herself. I hesitated a moment but decided to lie back and do the same.
"What is going on here?"
