Estela nodded, flushing a bit from her own odd combination of shame at her failure as a parent, excitement about her own potential for erotic exploration with the object of her crush, and a second layer of shame that she could be turned on by the thought of witnessing her daughter's impending spanking. She had never watched another female getting punished, though her masturbatory fantasies featured all manner of such activities. The Mistress retrieved the hairbrush in question and put it in the pocket of her mid length beige linen skirt. She thought it ironic that this very walnut hairbrush she used each night on her own long raven tresses had been the one which her own Nana had employed with great effect on her own girlish bottom more than twenty years earlier. Then she headed into Christ
