Sue, Anne and I sat outside under the trees and talked about clothes, and boys, and making out, and about seeing Luke pulling himself off.

Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great delight in my misfortune. “Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll wager you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes.” I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were so Soon my chains and cuffs were removed, and they were helped me to get up. The female officer pulled down my dress, and straightened its flares. I showed them the hooks on the wall, where I was tied, and mercilessly flogged. It’s okay, we can talk about that later, right now we need to get you to a hospital; the officer said. I nodded my head, and we walked towards the house.Peter pulls a cheeky smile as he looks in Jenny’s direction. “I ain’t telling you that. Do you think I’m stupid or something!?” William is my regular lover and thoroughly enjoys the fact that my husband is now my maid and treats her quite correctly as nothing more than domestic staff. The final twist is that William has insisted that Michelle refers to me formally as Miss Long which was my maiden name. All's well that ends well.

In the morning when aunt came, I was already freshened up and wearing the three, i.e. my matching orange coloured bra, cami & panty. The Tiny twisting road I was driving down seemed to be taking me further and further away from civilisation, I hadn’t met any passing cars, or pedestrians for that matter for at least half an hour, finally I saw the sign I was looking for Gragewood Manor. I pulled up in front of two large gates, as soon as I stopped they began to part and I drove into a small courtyard. The front door was adorned with a large brass boss which made a deep sound into the interior of the building. A few moments later the door opened and I was greeted by a young lady who introduced herself as Macy. I actually thought her aunt would not get caught. Though the boy was rescued, he would live in fear of her aunt kidnapping him or something like that and force fem him again. Again it’s just my thought, I’m not giving a review or anything as I’m not that big of a reader or writer. Just felt pleasant about the story as there are hardly any people who write every scene so precisely, especially crossdressing one’s or any of these type of stories. Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat.Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs. But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door. Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. Oh, he’s fine. He’s done really well at school this year and as a reward we’re sending him off to a summer camp in three weeks," Jill told me proudly as she’d poured the boiling water into the teapot.

Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.” About the big issue is, aunt didn’t left him any choice. The windows and doors are well sealed and secured so that, even if he want, he can’t escape. Well, he tried, you know that.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, you should have said it before; aunt continued the beating. By the time the counting has reached seventeen, my balance was lost, legs slipped and the whole body hanged just on the hands. Peter looks over at his mom for support. He knows when he gets angry, she usually caves in. He knows that once she starts sobbing and crying, she’s given in, but today things are different. His mom is crying, but she’s desperately looking away. She doesn’t want to even look at him. So, what’s it to be Peter…?” Jenny leans forward in her seat. “Are you going to allow ol’ auntie here to correct your unruly behavior or is it goodbye to your precious bike!?”