” I heard his bag jingling. Then I felt the tickling brush of my favorite horsehair flogger. The light thin hairs create a shallow, sharp sting on m... skin. He ran it over my thighs, my ass, my pussy. Then without warning it struck my ass.“George?” Chris said, “You want to flog the bitch?” One of the men stepped forward and took the flogger. After a few lighter strikes to my pussy, he began moving it in a figure eight pattern, stinging each ass cheek in turn. George was relentless, and flogged. "I didn't wake up thismorning and try to think of a way to humiliate you in front of yourfriends at school. But since we're talking about it, you're going toneed to grow yourself some tough skin. I understand you'd like to keepthis whole thing a secret, but you're kidding yourself if you think thatno one will ever find out. And not everybody is going to be asunderstanding as your father and I." I'm not ready for this, Mom." Ready for what?" she asked. "Becoming a woman or for people finding. ”I grunted. “Well ... I never gave up on them, not exactly. Before I knew it, they were playing with Skinner ... Ugh ... The whole thing is still weird. Let me try talking to him in study hall tomorrow.”She nodded. “Sure. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful, but I’m not really...” She sighed and shrugged.“I know,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean to bring up old hurts.”“I’m okay, Matt. I just don’t want to do that right now. Too much other stuff to do. I’m trying to look forward, not. In fact, Katherine wasn't in the dream yet, but she materialized just in time for Susan to look over at her.Katherine seemed completely unperturbed by what was happening, and just kept chomping away on her kiwi fruit. However, there was no newspaper blocking her view, so she repeatedly looked over at what Alan was doing.By this time, Susan had her hands behind her head, as if she were under arrest. It occurred to her that Alan hadn't told her to strike that humiliating pose, but she'd done it.