Despite the fact that her own caning was imminent Maneka's eyes went to her lover's cock and it had not entirely deflated during the beating."Stand ov...r there," Miss Carruthers told Roger, pointing with the cane before turning her attention to Maneka."I hold you mostly responsible for this, eighteen strokes, bare your bottom," Maneka was told and she knew that she about to receive the caning of her life.She was soon bare arsed bent over the settee and as stroke after stroke sliced across her. Tom felt with his hands and soon realised that it wouldn’t come off without ripping off the base of his nose. He tried to turn the screw with his fingers, but of course that wasn’t possible.“Not without the key,” Hannah whispered and then gently bit his ear.She stood up, stepped over Tom head and pulled a pair of hinged cuffs from her underwear drawer. With no naked woman sitting in front of him, Tom climbed to his feet and watched as Hannah gently took his wrists, positioned them behind his. And, much to mysurprise, many of them came wearing girl's clothes. Not dresses orskirts. Yet. But girl's jeans. And in some cases even shirts, thoughthe most androgynous ones they could find. Others were still in theirold clothes, or clothes that had belonged to their little brothers.The ones in the old clothes looked silly-- like little kids playingdress up in clothes that now hung like sacks from their diminutivebodies, pants and sleeves rolled up. The only boys who really. Looking up into my eyes she asked “did you cum?” I said “yes”, without another word, she laid her head on my chest and we both fell asleep.Two years later Kathy and I got married, Carrie was even more into soccer, and I was officially “step-dad”. Carrie was a stocky girl, not really fat, but thick and the soccer kept her toned. She has shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. Life went on, and over the next two years I became the rotten, evil step-dad responsible for the blame that she.