Billy and I worked hard in school and did everything we could to avoid punishment. As October neared its close, we were near the top of our class and had not been back for a beating. Mr. Slade greeted us as warmly as he did any other student and displayed no predatory behavior other than patience. Slade was in for a surprise because I had decided that if I went back to him, I was choosing the beating.

I sat carefully in the very hot water. It made my skin chill and my tail bone tingle. My balls floated in the soapy surface and I lay back, determined to close my eyes and enjoy the soothing body temperature changing emersing. I sighed. It had been a long trip and I was finally away from my nagging mother who was downstairs with her sister and brother-in-law. Thats why I looked forward to these trips. Once we had arrived, Mom seemed to be happy to let me be in the care of my cousin.

Richard was right on time in getting home. When he walked in, I gave him a big hug. I told him to take a quick bath and to make sure that he shaved completely. I emphasized completely so that he knew I meant his arms, legs and all points in between. He looked at me quizzically but assured me that he would do it. I also suggested that he use my lilac bath talc after he had dried off.

There was smoke where none should be. A smell arouse and deepened. It was an unidentified smell. Sweetness and bitterness combined. It laid heavy in the air like a wet rag. The air moved around and swirled down at her feet. She tried desperately to look through the smoke, but was unable to even see her feet any longer. She wasnt fearful, but rather at peace and rather aroused.

Able was a typical all american broad shouldered v shaped kid. Hours of high school water polo had its effect on his adolescent body so by the time he found himself on a college campus guys and gals eyed him clothed or unclothed. His dormmates, gay or otherwise, would head to the showers when it was known he had gone there. Jokes, songs and chatter hid the guys wandering eyes surveying his round buttocks, muscled thighs, thick patch of pubic hair and danglling cock.

Robert was walking home from school when he was the towns grade school. A group of nine and ten year old boys were playing kick ball in the school yard after everyone else had gone home. With a sneer on his face, he waited for the ball to be tossed. As it rolled across the black top, Robert ran up and kicked it high and far. It soared across the yard and over the school fence into a neighbors yard. A look of horror and a strong silence filled the kids faces.

When Lisbeth invited me to move in and help with Franks training, the cat was a basket case--heart problems, ulcer, depression. But after all that adult worry went out of his life, his health improved. All he had to worry about now as a year old professor was answering to his year old black Daddy. Take last week, when I caught Frank with a cigarette, after the doctor told him he had to quit smoking. I come in the house sweaty from shooting hoops, and there Frank was in his armchair with

Let me look at you." She stood back and appraised me. "Girl you look fantastic, you really do." I blushed and waved a hand at her, "Oh now, you have to say that. But what are you doing here?" She grinned, "I heard that a certain young up and coming superstar was playing her first real gig tonight and I wasnt going to miss it. So I thought Id pop up to the big smoke for the weekend." I laughed, "Well, Im not too sure about your reasons, but its great to see you." She grinned coyly, "And I hear youve ditched those expensive breast forms I went to all the trouble to get for you? Something you have to tell me eh?" I laughed and we spent about an hour chatting and

It was just after Christmas that Carol came up with THE idea to end all ideas. At first I couldnt believe it, not too long before that I had been VERY doubtful indeed about telling her about my dressing. But she had come home early from a Christmas concert rehearsal and found me, sat in the kitchen on a high stool, a total tart!! I had expected hours free time to dress, and got myself ready in just over an hour, bra and panties, tight short skirt hers, seamed stockings mine!, sensational high heels again mine!!, makeup, wig, long red stuck-on nails, the lot!

Sister Mara was a contrary soul. Sister Mara was always up to something. Her skin had turned deep, dark golden from the time she spent confined to Tower Rock, always for some petty violation of the laws. Some said she liked it there, enjoyed the havoc she could wreak on any unsuspecting ships that passed. Some said she just couldnt stay out of trouble. It had been a source of constant worry to Jordana, since the girls antics were showing no sign of stopping