I went to her home several times to fix problems she encountered with any of the digital devices at her home. This time when I went there and realised...that her husband is on a company trip for 10 days and her daughter is also gone for a trip to manali from her school. I sat down on the couch and asked for the laptop and the problem she explained me and went to the kitchen to make the dinner. Then suddenly I heard her screaming followed by the sound of falling of utensils. I rushed to the. "Just pee. Bad sissieswho don't use the toilet and wet their panties get a spanking." When hefinished. I gave him a piece of toilet paper. "Wipe yourself. I don'twant pee in your pretty panties." He looked at me blankly. I took thetoilet paper and dabbed. "Pull up your pretty panties."Back in my bedroom, he pranced about under my supervision. Every so oftenI made up an excuse to swat him with the paddle. "Twirl for me. Faster.Again. Good sissies love to show off their pretty. Leeson was in the dining room when we went down for supper at half past six; Cyndi took the chair next to him and Sheila went opposite. We made up some lies about the exhibition hall and the convention, he told us about his training course. After the meal he went up to his room to check in with his wife; we headed for the bar and the dance floor and he joined us a quarter of an hour later. Fast forward five beers and some real close slow dancing, and Leeson was feeling no pain as Cyndi rubbed. " "The ladies giggled atfirst, but now they call me when a new dance dress comes in." "I've gotthe cheerleader briefs in every color!" "I find tights to be quitecomfortable."Ms. Johnson just stared at me, while I put the thread in the bobbin. Ms.Johnson started taking off her black leotard. I was turning red,thinking that maybe she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, but she was,even though the leotard had a shelf bra. I could see she was wearing asports bra and a very feminine panty under her.