I then told him to pick out a complete outfit that heliked and come back down so I could give him my opinion.The vision at the bottom of the stairs wa... not a vision I really wantedto see. All I saw was a fat man in women's clothes. Could I tell himhow ridicules he looked, probably not."Oh my," I said, "you certainly look different, how do you feel?"A bit silly and embarrassed, but underneath, OK," he whispered."Underneath! Lift your dress and show what you are wearing underneath,"I teased. She cried out suddenly, filled with shock and pain. She pulled againstthe stock, feeling the soft touch of the cotton padding on her skin, but shecould not move and she felt the second blow more firmly that the first. Ithad landed with a ringing crack, like the report of a gun, and her body spasmedforward. Her voice broke from her throat, a thin high pitched moaning as thereality of her degradation seeped deep with in. The crop came again, and then again, in a succession of biting swings. See your enemy as you must, not as your enemy wishes you to see."She began to walk around me and I found myself waiting for the next attack. The slap had not injured more than my pride but I wasn't about to let her have another crack at one.The way she shifted her arms made it difficult to tell where the next entrance might be. I started to prepare mental images of where I would move when she next attacked. That, of course was my downfall.She feinted a stab to my chest that had me turning to my. Occasionally she would give my thigh a playful squeeze then take my hand and place it on hers, it felt so naughty to be doing this in public, or rather that's how I felt although in the dim light of the theater no one would have been aware of what we were doing.It felt good just being with her and touching each other like that, it was very arousing, I would like to have said I was creaming in my knickers but I never got that far. Still just feeling good like that sitting there with my Jenny.