Shamefully, I took advantage of her submissive attitude to pull down her still pristine diaper and spank her buttocks alternately with my heavy palm. ...he quickly turned a nice shade of red and I could see the tears start to form in the corners of her eyes but she refused to beg me to stop. After a long spanking, I graduated to spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her puckered entry with my lubricated finger pushing up inside with only one finger at first but slowly increasing the stress of. She looked into her makeup mirror across her bed and also looked into the hell inside of her heart.The nightmare was simple; the day Alex had pushed the 8-year-old girl out of harms way. That was terrible to be living over and over again, but it wasn't the worst. Instead of waking up in the store with the nice old man, she woke up on the paved ground of an interstate highway. The lanes of blacktop extended forever. She stood up and looked around, nighttime.If the dream had been lucid, that is. But I had become so inured to slaves standing around and watching that I did not care one way or the other by this time. Well, the situation just changed emphasis. I was only lightly asleep at the time I heard a woman scream in terror. I woke up instantly and looked around for the cause of her fright.Two strangers had crept into our bedroom, and I had been alerted by one of the attending slave women. Her scream was probably what saved my life. The screaming slave was under attack by one of the. No! No! No!"She casually brushed aside my defiant reaction and said, "What do youfeel you have to explain to them? They aren't blind, they already knowyou are a crossdresser, if you thought they didn't know that you've beenlying to yourself."I folded my arms and said, "This is over, I will not look completelylike a girl at school, not ever, that's where I draw the line."My Stepmother smirked and said, "I'll see how well you hold that line."I avoided talking to my Stepmother for the rest of the.