One way or another, I was going to have him. I had always loved him but as I got older my feelings had been changing from daughter/father love into mo...e like lust. I was almost 18. I had wanted him more and more over the last year or so, ever since he had stopped letting me crawl onto his lap, and the rejection had hurt so much. I thought it was because he no longer loved me, it was quite some time before I realized it was because he found me sexy and that made him uncomfortable. I had tried. This was my first time. Now she got up and gathered her loosened hair and tied it in a bun behind her head. She looked at me teasingly. She smiled a gentle smile and studied the expression on my face. She watched me gulp. I stroked my penis almost absent-mindedly. She was a big woman and, the manner in which she was holding her petticoat, all of her big belly and some pubic hair showing, her big boobs gently pendulating with her movements, she looked a very sexy dish. She started to turn around. Now-a-days the only time mywife allows me to use my given name is when something needs to besigned, like payroll checks or tax returns, otherwise I am Allie. I'msure many of you are wondering how a man, a once slightly overweight,furry man (moustache & beard) could be forced into giving up hisidentity, his masculinity, his beloved beard, simply because his little95 pound wife said he should. I often ponder that question myself whichis the reason that I write this letter, that and of course the. I had no choice if I wanted to insure my safe passage while in the Federal Square area.So there I was: Naked, hands cuffed behind my back, and led around by a cock leash into the Federal Square. The sight was one to behold. The old grass mall area was now completely covered by a stage with three whipping posts. Each post was occupied by a freshly flogged male. All three of the males were naked, and two of them now sported a big 'C' brand on their right ass cheek. The third had two 'C' brands,.