I'd press my finger deep, up inside your ass. Then the thermometer. You'd have to just lie there for a while. 'And if I squirmed around on your lap, y...u'd be very angry with me right? I might earn an even harder spanking with the hairbrush. Hard enough to make me cry. And then you'd march me over to stand in the corner. I'd be so ashamed." Eventually we talked on the phone and exchanged photos. She was very pretty, tall with long, dark hair that fell around her shoulders. She wore a short black. I had somuch fun that I think I'll do it again tonight. And every night fromhere on out."My cock was throbbing with the thought. In my heart of hearts I knewthat this was it. My darkest fantasies had finally been exposed. I knewthat I had met a man who would make all of my sissy dreams come true.I was scared to death.I couldn't wait.I still don't remember a lot about that night, but I do recall a fewbits and pieces. I went to a club with a group of friends after work.Somehow I ended up at the. Havingstruggled through your early puberty with the help of youraunt from time to time, we have arrived at your senior year.You are going to graduate this year and I'm doing mybest to make sure that you don't get yourself in "trouble"with boys. Therefore, I have bid you to come home directlyafter school every day, no dating. Out with the girls isOK, but in by 10:00 on weekends. You don't know it, but I inspect your panties everynight after you've gone to bed. There have been nightswhen you've. I mean, I was expecting my mind to be lethargic, tonotice the loss of intellect, but I felt exactly like I had beforehand."How do you feel." Mrs. Taylor asked, holding me by the shoulders atarm's length."Okie dokie." I said"I'm happy then." she said with a small smile as she hugged me. Westayed like that for a little while. Mrs. Taylor was crying, but Icouldn't quite figure out why. I felt okay, for the most part."I'm fine Mom." I stated. For some reason, that statement just made herhug me.