Flower had me put on clean panties and a bra. No corset.Not yet. But she had me put on hose and maid's dress. A gray one. She putmakeup on me. I was a...sissy." That fast?" Tim, I wanted to fight it, but I couldn't. If it had just been Flower andI, well, she could have been the girl, and I would have gone about my lifein a same-sex relationship, and that would have been it. But with both ofthem there, it was like being trapped in a spider web. The further I went,the more I did, the worse it got.. She was moaning as I was kissing on her neck .Then slowly I slipped my hands towards her waist & then I grabbed her ass . My god , they were so soft . I wanted to fuck her so badly. Then I turned my hands downwards & was about to take a feel of her vagina but I got something hard in my hand like a dick . She stopped me right there . I was shocked and was taken aback. I asked her what was in there ? Are you a shemale ? She nervously said yes & begged me to not to tell anyone about this & let her. "Please don't beat me," she begged, "I've done everything you want, haven't I Master?"Ignoring her pleas, the eunuch fastened her wrist and ankles firmly into padded cuffs on the legs of the bench so that she was face down with her arse high in the air at one end of the bench and her legs wide apart."Please..." he voice tailed off as she realised that if he wanted to whip her he could, and all she could do was suffer it.When his hands spread her arse cheeks wide and he pushed first one and then. "I'm afraid that it was six. I'm going to give you another two for not keeping track, so that will make eight. Now back over the bed. I want you to count the strokes for me."Liz reluctantly bent over the bed again. The cane sliced the air and she cried out."One. Thank you Ma'am" Two. Thank you Ma'am"When Liz had counted out and thanked Nanny for eight strokes, Nanny finally put the cane aside. Liz stood up and watched as Nanny piled the lace edged pillows in the middle of the bed."Over the.