I Like to Flirt
Well, I did as a teenager, sometimes to the disapproval of my parents. When I was about 16 I was a a party with the family. I was wearing a pink minidress which caught the attention of the boys who were there and was feeling right good about myself as I made eyes at them and flirted with them in somewhat loud fashion. However, I didn't realise another pair of eyes were watching my showing off with disapproval.
As I waltzed out into the hallway of the house swinging my hips and feeling very pleased with myself, I suddenly felt a real hard slap to my pert bum. "Ow!" I said, turning round clutching my bum thinking it might be one of the boys I'd been flirting with. Instead the figure of my father loomed over me.
"Stop showing off! Behave, Jenny!" he said wagging his finger in his most fatherly manner.
"Yes Daddy!" I said my face rapidly turning red.
He turned and went off. No more was said. I felt like a naughty little girl caught with her hand in the sweet jar as I rubbed my bum. I rejoined the party, somewhat chastened, and in rather more ladylike manner!
As I waltzed out into the hallway of the house swinging my hips and feeling very pleased with myself, I suddenly felt a real hard slap to my pert bum. "Ow!" I said, turning round clutching my bum thinking it might be one of the boys I'd been flirting with. Instead the figure of my father loomed over me.
"Stop showing off! Behave, Jenny!" he said wagging his finger in his most fatherly manner.
"Yes Daddy!" I said my face rapidly turning red.
He turned and went off. No more was said. I felt like a naughty little girl caught with her hand in the sweet jar as I rubbed my bum. I rejoined the party, somewhat chastened, and in rather more ladylike manner!
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