She knew she wouldhave to have it cut for the first time in his life. She knew she wasgoing to cry when he had it done, she was almost in tears now ju...tthinking about it. Because it was to be his last day she put a bit ofpink lipstick in his lips, something she only did on specialoccasions.All of a sudden he started crying. "I don't want to be a boy. Boysare icky and have cooties. Why do I have to be a boy?" He clung tohis mother."I'm sorry honey but you have to. You know you are a boy. You. Her tummy was just slightly rounded, just enough so that it didn't look boyish, and her black nylon panties hugged her crotch excitingly. He hoped she wouldn't take them off too quickly.She went to fold her dress over the back of a chair, and he was delighted at the way she filled the seat of her panties. The panties were small and sheer so that he could see her shadowy crack. Generous portions of round, white cheek peeked around the tiny garment, and Adam felt his cock throbbing with desire.As. Corri was in a zone where there was no thought, only sensation. The experience was all thatexisted. It became reality. After number 16 he again stopped to rub herass. The girl was no longer crying but uttering senseless gibberish. The soothing rubdown had no effect as the skin could no longer feel softtouch. He picked the paddle up again. The last six were extremely hard.Corri let out squeals which came from the depths of her being. White hot light flashed in her brain. After the 22nd whack he. ”It must have been a really nice apartment. “Well, we’ll see what we can do. I’m thinking fifty a week, but there’s a catch. I hope both of you can cook, because part of the deal is one homecooked meal from each of you per week, and I furnish the food. And you can each have a space in the garage, just don’t bother the other bay. Deal?”They stared, they stuttered. “Fifty isn’t fair, Dean! We don’t want to take...”“All right. You drive a hard bargain. Twenty-five then. And we’ll sign a one year.