But I hadn’t heard two women and two men approaching me from behind.The two women (Alice and Jane) threw me to the ground and began to kick me aroun....“Filthy fucking cunt” Jane growled, “You should be castrated you bastard” The two men, (Peter and Alan) two huge back guys, and the two young women (Tracy and Mary) gathered round to kick me all over. I cried out in pain and twisted around as they kicked me, I was crying, I begged them to stop. When they got tired, the guys dragged me to my feet. Iimmediately noticed the ornate carvings cut in rich mahogany wood. Someof the seams lining the interior were starting to fray from age. The trunk was a treasure trove of feminine 'unmentionables'. Itlooked like a collector's dream. I fantasized what type of woman wouldcollect these undergarments and forget to pick them up at baggage claim? I was examining a fascinating blue'Baby Doll' combo with abuilt- in slit through the crotch and noticed a fine silk handkerchiefprotruding. " But why?! That's not a nice, sexy spanking; it looks like it really hurts! You left her there on the brink of tears." Let me explain. Look, we've learned that Brenda is very submissive, and she's pretty much fallen under Sweetie's spell. She needs to understand that I'm a boss around here too. A couple of harsh spankings will make that clear, and then we can carry on like normal. And it's not just that I want to be some bossy bitch; she needs this. She needs to submit. That's what's been. ..* * *A few days later, I took the redeye back to San Francisco in guy mode,and presented myself the next morning at The House of Fabulous, whichbilled itself as a transformation studio for "Boys Who Should Have BeenGirls." No doubt most of their customers were flaming gays who gottheir kicks out of channeling their inner RuPauls, and I wondered if Iwas making a huge mistake when a matronly woman greeted me at thegingerbread door of a Victorian house on Castro Street. "You must beCissy,".