Dopahar ko mughay aik dost ki taraf jana tha wahan say main shaam ko wapis aya tu sab ghar aa chukay thay aur tv lounge main baithay hoye chai pi raha... thay. Jasay hi nadia ki taraf meri nazar pari mere lun main phir harkat hoi us nay dupata nahi lia hoa tha aur us kay mamay tang kammez main say zahir hoo rahay thay. Ghar kaa easy mahool honay ki waja say nadia aur sara ghar main dupata nahi leti thin iss liye mugh ko nadia kay mamay ghour say ghornay kaa chance mil gaya par ab dil chah raha. It was as if she were caught up in a whirlwind, the way he grabbed her and, sitting up on the side of the bed, flung her across his knees.Never in her life had she received such a sound spanking as the one Hub gave her. Showing no mercy at all to her piteous pleas and outcries of pain, he laid it onto her nude backside with the bare palm of his hamlike, workman's hand.Splat, splat, splat! came the rapid-fire report of the man's punishing hand as it rose and fell, raining well-aimed blows upon. Krissy was born when I was about 8 or 9 years old. All of the feminization and sissy training from me being so young, now it finally had a name! And actually my Grandma gave me the name "Krissy" back as long as I can remember she still calls me Krissy sometimes, now it is like a term of endearment. But back then it seemed that she always used to call to me with a tone of mocking in her voice and smirk on her face. They made sure to show me how to have soft feminine mannerisms and. “Whoa! What the…?” Karen was now wearing a different pair of pantyhose. The new pair was nude, so nude and super sheer that they were nearly invisible until the sun hit her legs. “Meh, they’re okay” I thought. “Her legs look great but I like the darker ones better. I like it when a chick’s pantyhose are obvious” I thought to myself.“FUCK ME! Hell yes! Shit!” Quickly I went for the restroom. “Those fucking pantyhose! Where are those fuckers? They are in there I bet!” As the door swung open I.