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By this time Gayle figured that she could pretty much ask anything since they had gotten pretty deep with one another so all caution was thrown to the wind.

Question 11 from Gayle was why did you ask me how big my bush is? Audrey tensed up a little and shyly responded with well, I wanted to know if mine was normal. What does that mean the words blurted out before Gayle could stop herself? Audrey bit her lip looked down and said well I have never shaved and mine is really large, again without thinking Gayle said, what do you mean you have never shaved down there, you are a grown woman? Audrey got teary eyed again and said well my siblings do not shave me down there since my parents say only big girls do that.

Oh shit that must be super hot and uncomfortable, yes it is Audrey quickly continued, it takes them about 15 mins of washing to get it clean, 30 minutes if it is my time of the month, the worst part is it is so thick that you can see it through my underwear and the hairs stick out from them from every angle as well. Gayle could not stop herself, her lips were moving faster than her mind, and before she knew the next words out of her mouth were, can you even see your lips?

Audrey awkwardly shook her head from left to right. Well how do you masterbate then? Gayle quickly asked cutting Audrey off before she could ask her next question. Tears fell from her eyes as she meekly responded with I never have.

Geez, no wonder you are so pathetic we’re the words that went through Gayle’s mind, what came out of her mouth was, oh you poor thing no wonder you are such a mess. You have never had 1 moment to just relax or to your self since you were 12. Audrey's waterworks started up again and Gayle brought her in for a hug and said in a soothing motherly voice, I am sorry I did not mean to make you cry.

Gayle took advantage of the situation and just kept asking questions, even though she had just asked 5 in a row, she knew Audrey was too worked up to notice. Well, what summer camps have you been too Gayle asked hoping Audrey would stop crying like a toddler. While she did talk about her camp stories she did not stop crying.

Well the first one was a swim camp when I was 12, Audrey said in-between sobs. That does not sound so bad, Gayle said, with a smile, but it quickly disappeared when Audrey retorted with, for girls ages 6-8. I had to wear a bright yellow one piece bathing suit with matching floaties, inner tube, and flippers. My parents told me I to be the volunteer for all the practice maneuvers, as to set a good example for the younger kids. This was also the summer my parents stared adding punishments for me at home. Which ones Gayle asked. So I have an august birthday, so I had gotten used to wearing a diaper at bedtime, but after camp came the supervised potty time, double digit siblings are allowed to babysit me, helping and instructional bath times, 8 pm bedtimes and no doors on my room or bathroom.

Next summer I was put in the brownie scouts for girls ages 7-9 even though I was 13, that is when chores started to get added as well. Once a week I had to vacuum the entire house, and everyday I had to empty all the trash cans by 6pm but never before 5 pm. This is when my parents started to only let me watch pg movies and shows as well.

When I turned 14, my parents threatened to switch what kind of camp they sent me if I did not stop complaining. Instead of a day camps they would send me to a full summer camp, that changed my attitude right quick. So when I was 14 sent to a music and song camp for girls ages 8-10, where girls learn how play an instrument and sing. After that summer I was responsible for doing all the laundry for everyone in the house once a week, along with running the dishwasher and emptying the dishwasher daily. Punishment wise this is when is the mouth washing, castor oil and enemas started.

When I was 15 I was sent to a cooking and baking camp for girls ages 9-11. After that summer, mowing the lawn, taking care of the shrubs, and pulling the weeds were added for weekly chores. Daily chores that got added were, take dog on 3 mile walk, pick up dog poop, and making breakfast for the entire family every morning. I have to get up at 4 am to have it ready by 530. Punishment wise was this is when they started the being late and my food gets turned into mush and fed to me.

When I was 16 that is when the camps got humiliating. I was sent to a modeling camp, that sounds awesome Gayle thought, how could that be embarrassing. It was for kids clothes ages 10-12, that is where my parents got the idea for my childish underwear Audrey said, they said I looked adorable in them. That answers that question Gayle thought to herself. That summer was the summer the spankings started. When I got home that year my chores had jumped to 7 each, weekly chores that were added was cleaning the bathroom and cleaning the pool. Daily chores were mopping all the tile, and cleaning all the mirrors and windows.

When I was 17 I was sent to the summer school called Ladies of Society School for Girls. It was a 10 hour program 7 days a week where girls etiquette, attitude, and behavior was adjusted and they were taught proper hobbies and things to do. All girls were **** to take sewing classes, childcare, gardening, designing, decorating, along with reading writing and grammar classes, and the school not only believed in, encouraged and even defended, corporal punishments. The worst part was not even that all my classmates were from the ages of 11-13, it was that my sisters worked there.

That summer was pure hell, Cathy and Cassie loved to use me as an example for everything, especially when it came to punishments. The school incorporated all sorts of corporal punishments, knuckle swattings, hand spankings, writing on the chalkboard, corner time, wearing dunce caps, skirt removals, **** apologies, and bare bottomed paddlings. On the first day my sisters used me to demonstrate every single one of the schools punishments. I got 15 mins of hand spanking from both of them, let’s just say I was bawling by the end and was down right crying like a 2 year old after my paddling. The worst part of that day was when I was **** to apologize to everyone in class individually, including my sisters. Basically every single girl snickered and laughed when I apologized in Big Bird underwear, from that moment on all of my classmates made fun of me and picked on me constantly, they all got me in trouble with my sisters, which in turn got me in worse trouble when I got home with my parents.

My last summer before coming here my parents sent me to summer school, as to make sure my mind did not wander from my studies was parents excuse. I think it was because all of my siblings had plans that summer and my folks were going on vacation and lord knows I could not have a say in my life. Audrey huffed out in a pathetic little mumble that Gayle almost failed to understand considering all of the blubbering that Audrey was doing.

Jeeze, Gayle said, well now I gotta ask do you have any fond memories of your parents or siblings? No Audrey said in a crying angry tone, well who is the worst Gayle followed up almost instantaneously. Audrey replied with the answer of they all suck. I do not know who is the worst but I do have a worst memory for each of them. Like what Gayle asked. Audrey took a deep breath, gulped and calmed down a little bit, before strolling down memory lane with Gayle.

Well, when I was 15, I asked Derek helped me finish my chores on time once, and when I was asked by my parents if I got everything done, I said yes, but then Derek chimed in and said he had helped me. My parents said that I had to finish my chores by myself, so that was the 1st time I got the mushy food treatment. My mother put asparagus, prunes, cooked carrots, bananas, 2 hard boiled eggs, some cheese and liverwurst into a blender and before she could hit frappe the phone rang, so she told my sisters to take over so she could answer the phone. They added about 3 tablespoons of tabasco, into the blender before hitting frappe. The slop tasted disgusting, the tabasco made my butt feel like it was on fire every time I had to poop, but the worst part was having my mother feed it to me like I was 2 years old.

On my 16th birthday, the gift I got from my father was the worst present ever. It was a wooden paddle with my name carved into it. All of my siblings started to laugh hysterically as I was unwrapping it, and once I finished I turned paler than the snow, that is when my father announced that I should receive a bare naked birthday spanking. By this time I knew better than to argue, or beg so I just started to get undressed and cry at the same time. After my father turned my butt crimson red, my mother announced that it was her turn to give me swats, and after that all of my siblings got a turn as well. After 84 bare bottomed swats from a wooden paddle I was sobbing, my but was blistered and I could not sit down without pain for nearly a month. Every year on my birth day it is the same except with each passing year the number increases.

The next day my mother took me shopping for my new underwear. It was absolutely degrading, I mean there I was a 16 year old girl walking through the mall while holding my mother's hand, as we walked past all the adult shops and went into a toddler's clothing store. I was definitely the oldest girl in there by at least 6-8 years, some of the girls were only wearing panties but most were completely naked. So of course that meant I had to be naked as well, once I took off my underwear all the young children noticed my bush and started to ask me all sorts of questions, not just about my bush but also about my super red and bloated tushy. I tried to hide in the dressing room but my mother **** me to stay out there and answer all of their questions no matter how humiliating, while she shopped for my new panties. After about 30 minutes she walked back to me with about 30 pairs of underwear that were all childish, but was that the end of it? could we leave, of coarse not, my mother made me try on each pair and model them in the lobby before we left. She said her favorite was the 101 Dalmatians pair, because my bush just looked like another spot when I was wearing that pair.

1 week later when we’re giving presentations in front of the entire school my brother Blake pantsed me in front of all the students and faculty. That day I was wearing Dora the explorer undies. I nearly passed out from all the laughter, worst part was that year I had gym, so all the girls would tease me everyday when we changed, plus my nick name around school became Little One, even the teachers referred to me by that name.

My sisters are by far the worst though, Audrey said. This year for spring break was absolute hell. My brothers had plans and my folks were going on a 1 week cruise to celebrate their anniversary, which meant my sisters were in charge. They told my sisters to make sure to give them a report about me once they got back, and if I was not a perfect angel then I would be sorry.