She was thin and painfully light in his arms. There were dark bags under her beautiful green eyes. He could see tattoos on her hands, feet, and above ...he neckline of her dress that hadn’t been there previously. Her hair was gone. In place of the long, dark brown waves she had a short buzz cut. If possible, it made her appear even more vulnerable and hurting. John kissed the top of her head, then began to move back to stretch out on the bed with her in an attempt to answer his aching arms and. The method he developed was to use the thinnest and whippiest cane - always the fastest way to a bottom's sensitivity - and give the first stroke just hard enough to thoroughly surprise the idle scholar. Then, after a significant pause, he would administer a second and considerably harder stroke exactly on top of the first. This invariably made her jump up with a yell of protest. At his point he would inform her that, were her offense any more serious, she would only be at the beginning of her. From my pocket I produced the folded pack of condoms and placed them on the corner of her bed. “What the..” She said. “Where?”“Dad’s office”. She raised an eyebrow. “No like in a field kit he was inspecting in his office. I grabbed them before we left.” I could tell she was contemplating the implications. “This means we can have sex.” I said overeagerly.“I know what it means, Keith. I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I don’t know if either of us are ready for that. What if it breaks? It IS a. Raising his arm, Nick made a fist and flexed his bicep. He expected his arm to look like he was one of those muscular wrestlers on TV. Instead, he looked like he had lost weight. He goggled, letting his fist uncurl. The fingers that were revealed were thin and delicate, the nails longer than he normally wore them. Looking down at himself, he could tell even in the dim light that his body was all wrong. He looked like . . ."A girl?" he whined, his high pitched, silken voice lending weight to his.