I said, ‘I was more than happy to help.’ She said, ‘I know, but I want to know…did you enjoy the view as much as I enjoyed your big hand on my...ass?’ ‘I did, very much,’ I said with a smile on my face as I looked into her eyes, seeing where this was heading, ‘but it did make me a bit hungry.’ ‘What for?’ she asked, already knowing my answer. I dropped to my knees in front of her, draped her legs over my shoulder, pulled her lace thong to the side and started eating out her perfect bare pussy.. Dresses, skirts and blouses filled the room. Of course, there were no trousers or shorts on sale. Men were no longer allowed to wear such items. I wasn't bothered about that at all. It had been decades since men ruled. I remember as a boy in our history classes at school about all the wars that were allowed to go on year after year until women took over. It was easy enough for myself to cope, as I haven't known any different than wearing dresses and skirts. My father also is in a similar. Immediately I swung the lash and struck Charlotte’s bottom hard. She yelped and looked at me in surprise.“You need to strike harder,” I told her, “we won’t count that one. Now, try again.” As an incentive I swung the lash from side to side in my hand. Charlotte turned back to her task. She swung the paddle again with more force this time. Gwen flinched and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the mattress but she made no sound.“Count, bitch,” I told her, slightly raising my. But the next night I was behind bars charged with assault after yet another drunken brawl and two days later I'd joined the army which had given me a purpose in life, I'd been awarded the sword of honour as the top recruit at the passing out parade. She'd been there with Frank who in spite of the turmoil within me, I actually liked and they'd married during my first tour of duty in Northern Ireland which by then had quietened down considerably so I saw no action there at all, indeed I saw.