She took no hormones and was physically aman, even though you would have had to undress her to know that. On thesurface, Bell was lovely and seemed to...be one hundred percent feminine.They had been together for more than five years and in Henry's world noone knew that his lover, his wife, his live-in mistress, was genetically aman. It seemed that he would have been furious for anyone to know thatsecret since it was obvious he guarded his sexual preferences closely.Frankie wanted to ask Henry. His bumcheeks were no longer white, but suffused with pink. I lowered my aim to the sensitive tops of his thighs. The cries rose in pitch. I began spanking in earnest, slapping quite hard all over his bum and upper legs. He began to beg as the pain grew. “Oh, Miss Janine! It hurts! It really hurts! OWW! Oh, I’ll be good. Please, Miss Janine, don’t spank me until I cry! It hurts enough already, believe me! I’ll do my homework forever, just please stop! OW!” The punished boy bounced quite. The icing on the cake came just as they had sat down on a shady bench at a busy intersection. They had gotten three hotdogs and three cokes, and it was almost time to take the train back to go to the art museum. The beret was staying behind to adorn the top of the bench post.The day had gotten hot after all, but the shade and cold sodas were the perfect foil for the midday sun. As they ate, Sandra suddenly pointed at the street with mouth full and eyes wide. Richard and Emily didn't notice her. That is-uh-well...ask your brother. I’m sure he can tell you what it is.”Paul suddenly had a look of curiosity come over him. He wasn’t sure what Antonia was talking about, and now he felt scared, “Is Pierce sick?”.“No, honey. He’s not sick. Just-uh-just ask him what it is. Okay?”“Okay, Antonia!” Paul responded enthusiastically.“Good. Now Haley comes over at one today so don’t bother them while they’re here. And I wouldn’t mention it to her. Okay, honey?”“Alright.”“Good. Now let’s leave your.