“Do you think about me spanking you, every day, when you brush your hair?” She’d had to pick it out, bring him one that pleased him. It had been...expensive.“Yes, Sir.” Crack, crack, crack, each one slightly harder, or maybe it just felt that way.“Does it turn you on, to think about that? Do you get wet?” He sounded like the accountant, his voice relaxed and reasonable, despite what he was doing to her bottom.“Yes, Sir, every time. I wonder when you’ll use it again.” Crack, crack. “Two dozen,. "So why haven't you made a move on me?" she asked as she stepped into a brief little thong after making sure that I'd seen all of her beautiful slit beneath the sparse covering of her pubic hair."Would you like me to?" Yuk no thanks" she grimaced, "I'd rather have a nice hard cock inside me than a tongue any day, I want him in my bottom tonight"The thought of anything but my tongue going into her sweet little butt sent me even deeper into my depression so I left her and went home where at least. With his fears banished, Michael had become her new sister, thesister she had always wanted, and he was more than willing to fill thatrole.In the 4 months since then, Emma saw Michael only as Michelle. Michaelwas Michelle in boys clothing, and Michelle was getting tired of it. Shewas looking forward to July just as much as Michael was.As always, Michael and Emma were playing in their room (Michael hadofficially moved in, but was still awaiting a bed). The subject had beenlong hair for the past. I, I’ve never really used a knife except for eating before. How did you make this so fast? Where did you learn to, I,’ She stammered and sputtered as her eyes made good on their previous threat. ‘Time and practice. The same as anything else.’ He said evenly, ‘Give it some time, practicing moving with that, and you will get comfortable with it. You don’t have to be comfortable with it for it to cut though.’ He explained. He went to the work bench and picked up a bar of unshaped metal. He jabbed.