" Why did you call me Miss Wilma?" he asked."If you are going to be a girl you need a more feminine name. I think Wilma suits you." I like it. But why...did you call me Miss Wilma?" All the students at my school are call Miss. The instructors are called Ms." You go to an all girl school?" Sort of. I'll tell you more about it later. Now I have a question. Do you want me to make you look like a schoolgirl or more like a hooker?" I'll leave it up to you." Schoolgirl this time. Since it is your first. I would ask the audience to count each stroke!’Crack! “One!”Crack! “Two”Searing pain went through Rebecca’s behind. She had thought the humiliation was worse than anything that could happen from here on in – how wrong she had been! Carl really knew what to do with a cane! Crack! “Three”A short break – allowing one camera to home in on the rapidly forming red stripes on Rebecca’s white, previously unblemished, flesh. The other maintained a view of her breasts and face, contorted in pain.. He was nothing more than a slight glow. “I love you!” I cried, even though I couldn’t see him at all. I knew he was still there, if only for a second more. “I love you, too.” It was a far off whisper, barely discernable in the air. And then there was nothing. ** The late November rain was chilly and penetrating. It seemed to seep through all my layers of clothes, right to my already too cold skin. It seemed impossible these days to get warm enough. I was trudging to work on a regular Tuesday.. He had hairy shoulders and arms, as well as several tattoos. Biker boots completed his attire; he looked like a gang member. I was petrified. There I was... this leering, menacing brute in front of me, and I was wearing a dress!"Well, look at you," he said with a sneer. "Aren't YOU a cutie!" He unbuckled his belt, and let his shorts drop to the floor. His rock-hard penis pointed straight at my face. I looked up at him, and he responded with a lascivious grin. I nodded ever so slightly, not.