He dozes. His brother and he lie on the floor in their communal bedroom, ears pressed to the old fashioned, non functioning heat grate which opens dir...ctly to the living room below, If they slide aside aside one board. A flood of abuse and pleas arise from below, sounds of blows struck. ‘Bitch! Cunt! Whore! ‘Bob, stop the kids’ll hear!’ Neither of the boys dares to look at the other but Ernie’s small hand clutches his tightly. The tiny sharp pain is a connection between them, expressing their. Being unemployed I had way to much time on my hands. Sure, I used some of that time to get dressed up and walk around the area. But there was something missing.Looking in the mirror as I was putting on the finishing touches to tonight’s outfit, I admired my long thin legs encased in the black stockings. Zipping up my knee high black leather boots, I stood up, smiled and headed out the door.I have been cross-dressing for at least 15 years, of which 10 where with my wife. She accepted my dressing. ”And I did. Soon his hand was resting on the small of my back as he ushered me out of the bar and across the reception area. I was relieved to discover that the desk was now unmanned, even more so when I felt his hand drop down to my bottom and stroke me through my dress as we climbed the stairs to the first floor.The final emotional challenge of entering his hotel room had soon passed and I found myself in a large, dark, high-ceilinged room, dominated by a huge, king-size four-poster bed. . Three, four more blows from my whip caused her to state similar words. Two more on each cheek and the morning’s flogging ended. ‘Can Princess cover herself?’ Jayashree asked. She knew I wanted to caress her ass more, loving so, but she had permission to ask. ‘No, My Princess,’ I sternly answered. I closed the closet and turned to her. I could only shake my head at what a lucky man I truly was, for finding such a willing and loving submissive, open to most of what I liked, what I found sexual.