"Dana?" he said. "Would you mind stepping into my shop for a moment?"The girl stopped. She was in her late teens, and her face was soft and delicately...beautiful, pale skin framed by brown hair. The only thing marring this vision of loveliness was the fearful look that had taken permanent residence in her expression."How ... how do you," she began, then trailed off as a flash of fear ran through her eyes. She had long ago learned not to ask questions.The old man smiled. "I am a wizard, Dana. I. She thought for a moment that the caning was over, but strangely the women seemed to grip her wrists even more tightly. Then she felt Barnes fumbling with the top of her knickers and pulling them down over her bottom. He pulled them right down to her ankles, round her white socks and, to her amazement, pulled off her black shoes and left her in her stockinged feet. Almost immediately the cane began to fall rhythmically on her bottom. There was no time for her to call out the strokes now, and. "Thanks," he said in a voice that startled because it was deep yet soft, like distant rumbling thunder. "I caught you staring at my ass." It was an obvious accusation that wasn't tinged with anger but more like bemusement. "I get that a lot." I shrugged. What could I say? Where was this leading? I continued to smoke in silence, refusing to be embarrassed any further. I was cool. Acted calm. Inside I was a whirlwind of horniness.Blue-white smoke lingered above my head and dissipated only to be. ..I--I've never dragged like a girl before because I neverthought about ever being one...but if you'd like to see me dressed up like apretty girl, I--I'll try." "You--dressed up like a girl?" I tried to sound nonchalant even thoughthe vision was intriguing and curiosity piqued. "Er, sure," I said, trying tosound light as though playing along, "That sounds nice and stuff, butwhere'll you get the clothes?" "My sister's got lots of gift dresses from mom and grandmom in hercloset she's.