He retrieves the long handled riding crop that is kept hanging beside the bed, and he orders me to spread my legs even further. Sometimes he beats me...with his belt, but the crop has a narrow tip, and enables him to land stinging blows with precision. My ass soon begins to feel like it's on fire, and Master goes to work on my legs, and my tender inner thighs. The pain is almost unbearable, but not nearly as bad as the knowledge that I am writhing naked in front of my daughter, and she is. The cottage itself was more normal, in comparison to the main house. Cosy, with a few surprises: we found a large sleigh bed, an oversized bathtub and a separate huge shower. Outside we had a very well presented garden leading out to the wood. No-one and nothing to be seen except trees, birds and squirrels. Opting for an early dinner, I headed for the shower. The shower was divine! It was like a waterfall. I must've moaned in pleasure because the next thing I knew, he'd joined me. Both having. I told Pete I was going to be around for a few weeks, between Austin and Houston and that I would be delighted to give him any help that I could also to me it seemed he was working along the same lines as Cindy, Allan and myself had picked up on. Pete asked me to give him my side of the story and asked if he could tape it. I said ‘go ahead, it isn’t any great secret.’ Basically we were both going to the law event and ball game in Dallas, but I had been delayed by an additional class, Lorelei. My mom, standing three feet away from her new daughter sort of shrugged and said in a acid-like tone, ?If you like being a girl so much, Coop, you can stay one.? My sister just grinned and hinted that she has still kept the gaff for all this time. She suddenly stopped hinting as my mom comes back into the hallway to take one last look at me.My mom goes, ?Do you like dressing like a school girl??I told her, finally coming out, ?Yes I do, I like being a girl, better fashion then trashy, boring.