They were really proud of me at the dedication ceremony especially when they found out how much money we had earned. My dad was ecstatic when they announced that our parents would be given cards that provided full access to the facilities including green fees for a whole year. Dad had never been able to play golf at this course.

From that moment on my folks never objected or checked on me when I told them I would be staying overnight with one of the girls or going on a weekend trip.

I had no idea that just having access to the country club would bring about profound changes in my parents. My Dad slowly changed from a mild meek type to more confident and assertive. Before long thanks to contacts he made at the club he was offered a much better job which made it possible for him to dress better and to get a new car. Success breeds success as he became more confident his salary kept going up to the point he could afford to invest in insider tips soon he was able to tell Mom to quit her job as he could take care of her easily. I could see their relationship changing as she loved not being tied to a job and seemed to enjoy her new status as a kept person including the submissiveness that entailed. She loved going to the club to swim and play tennis and began to take much better care of herself. Every morning she worked out with the aerobic exercise program on TV.

In a few months her body looked great and I could tell as she wore tighter and more revealing clothes.

One night Bobby's car broke down. He was so pissed off his new Porsche had quit on him he did not feel like going out so he took me home in a cab. When I went in the house no-one was home. I remembered that this was Daddy's poker night and thought Mom might have gone with him. I went up to my room and saw Mom admiring herself in one of my g-sting panties and a translucent bra. She jumped when I walked in and began to apologize.

"I'm sorry Kathy. I know I shouldn't be poking around in your room but your clothes are so pretty I just wanted to try some on. Your waist is smaller than mine so I was looking for a belt when I found these. Do you think I look ridiculous?"

"Gosh no Mom. You look fantastic. I had no idea your body looked that good."

"Do you think your Dad would like it? He brought home a Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue but I told him that was for teenagers not for women almost forty."

"Don't be ridiculous. Your body looks a lot better than most of the teen age girls I have seen at school. He will love it especially with this."

I got a nearly transparent robe out of my closet that just barely covered her butt and the transparent panties and bra that went with it.

She put them on and twirled before the mirror.

"God this outfit makes me feel like some sort of slut."

"Yeah. It is kind of exciting isn't it?"

She giggled, "Yes you are right. But the crotch hair peeping over the top and around the sides looks a little gross."

"That is easy to fix." I lifted my skirt to show my bald pussy.

"Oh God. My crotch hasn't been shaved since you were born. I remember I was embarrassed till it grew out because I was constantly aware of it."

"Yeah that is a side benefit. Now that you are more sophisticated you will find it is more exciting than embarrassing. Lay down on the bed I will cut it for you. Dad's electric shaver works great because it has a beard trimmer."

When I got back she had taken off the panties and was lying on her back. I put a pillow under her butt to get her pussy more accessible then took my time shaving every inch of it and re-shaving it as I knew how exciting it was as the vibrating shaver worked close to the clit.

She tried to stay cool but I could tell by her breathing and trembling that it was getting to her. When I was done she jumped up and went to the mirror and began feeling her pussy.

"Oh Gosh it feel so strange and so smooth. Just like a baby's. But we shouldn't have done this. This is something girl-friends would do, not a mom and daughter."

I argued, "We have both grown up a lot in the last few months. I think I would like you better as a girl-friend. We could discuss more things and be more honest with each other."

"I suppose you are right. I really don't feel you need my authority any more. Your Dad and I really owe you for our recent success. Don't you love his new personality. I sure do! We were rapidly becoming just room mates. Now It is more like our honeymoon when he would take care of me and pick out my clothes. Later on we just became interested in making enough money to get along and all the romance left. My buying severe clothes to look business-like probably didn't help either." She giggled and went on."Do you know he has made love to me more times since I quit my job than he did for the whole year before. This isn't embarrassing you is it? I remember when I was your age I could not imagine my parents making love."

"Gosh no. We are girl-friends now and this is just girl talk. In fact from now on I will call you June instead of Mom. When we go shopping people will think we are just friends or sisters."

"I guess that would be alright. I have to admit that a big girl like you calling me Mom downtown does make me feel ancient."

"Alright June. Lets get back to the sex talk. Does Daddy, I mean Jim, spank you?"

She blushed and I knew he did. "Why do you ask that?"

"I woke up one night and heard slapping sounds and moaning coming from your room. I thought if you were being hurt you would yell so I didn't investigate."

"Well yes he does. He just started doing it again. They are just playful. It makes him feel powerful and I admit I get pretty excited with the Tarzan and Jane scene. Does Bobby spank you?"

"Yes and it makes me so excited I am looking forward to the next time. I guess the tendency must be in our genes."

"Either that or we are throwbacks to an earlier time. Years ago women were spanked a lot. Even whipped while they were nude. I used to read a lot of history. Some of the books have pictures would you like to see them."

"Yes. Do you need help bringing them here?"

"No there are only three with pictures. I'll be right back."

When she came back carrying the books she said, "Wow I had forgotten what it was like to have a shaved pussy. I could feel the breeze against it when I ran downstairs and I could feel the lips moving together when I went up the stairs. They must have moved like that when I had hair but I never noticed it."

"She was obviously very interested in the pictures as the pages had been bent over to mark their location. They were all of girls being whipped while tied to posts, trees, or crosses. She finally got to her favorite. A woman with a great body was hanging by ropes that went out of sight at the top of the picture while a muscular man with his shirt off and a hood was whipping her on a platform surrounded by people.

June said breathlessly, "Look at the detail in this one. Even though he is hitting her back which is not too sexy you can see where the ends of the thongs came around to leave marks on her breasts, stomach, and even her pussy! Except for the pain that must have been terribly exciting."

I was about to tell her that I knew exactly what it felt like when I had second thoughts. This was just her fantasy, she may be very shocked by reality, so said instead, "Have you ever been whipped?"

Rather than answer she said, "I could use a drink. Would you like one?"

When I said yes she went to the kitchen and came back with a tray with a fifth of vodka, a liter of 7up, a bowl of ice and two glasses. She made us very strong drinks with half 7up and half vodka and we drank them as we leafed through the books to find more pictures. The rest of them either had men or women with just their backs showing. I lost interest and repeated my question.