Her heart started to beat faster because it was the good-looking young priest from the French speaking part of Canada that heard her confession weekly...in the little chapel behind the convent reserved for things like penance and contrition. She knew him by his name of Father Andre and had several indecent thoughts about what he had hidden under his robes when she tried her best to sleep at night in her lonely little cell.She felt comfortable in confessing her wanton behavior all in the name of a. "No, no, please don't," she begged, but he just ignored her and rode the roller coaster of lust. "Help, help," she called out to the new person who had obviously entered yet there was no response.Small spasms rocketed through her loins and they seemed to be tied directly to her resolve. For some strange reason she was unable to stop her erotic reactions to what the stranger was doing to her. Dejected and ashamed with feelings of guilt, she closed her eyes tightly. The darkness felt good and her. Sue seemed delighted at the idea, and ordered me over Robert’s lap. I looked at her and asked her if she was serious, and she assured me she would love to see Robert spank me and that is what she would enjoy. So I begrudgingly I laid over his lap, and after running his hands over my bottom for a few minutes, telling Sue how he thought I had a cute butt, he eventually got around to giving me 10 hard smacks. Afterwards he ordered me to my knees in front of him and told me to kiss his boots and. He's delighted."You're pretty," Jenny eventually says. I'm stuck. I don't know what tosay or do. He is delighting in this. He is excited about wearing thewoman's clothes. He looks pretty good! Maybe some..."Make-up?" I say out loud.I'm pointing at the ensuite, where Mom keeps her make-up spread out overthe counter. Why am I pointing?Stewart takes little encouragement. He runs past me and into the ensuite.He's playing with various pencils, wands, and brushes. I have no idea.He's practiced. He's.