” He said as he felt his cock beginning to get hard and he knew this could lead to more punishment.“My, my is that an erection I see growing there...” she asked smacking him again across his ass watching his cock twitch from the pleasure with a smile on her face.“Please forgive me Mistress, but I have tried to control it.” He told her so humbly.“I am disappointed in you.” She told him walking in front of him and placing her hands on his masculine chest and squeezing it with her hands. She smiled. My abdomen seemed more muscled, probably due to all the extra musculature required to move my new limbs about. As a by-product. this made my tummy washboard flat.I ignored these unwanted limbs and continued my examination. My waist seemed slightly smaller, my hips slightly wider. Not much, but enough with the breasts to give me a pretty nice figure. I ran my normal hands over my flat tummy, feeling how smooth my skin was. I examined my genitals, my pubic hair matched the shade of the hair. “But sir,” she pleaded, “I thought you said that you wouldn’t punish me for making a noise.”“I did, I only gave you ten flogs and I stand by that. However now I am going to punish you for lying.” The realisation dawned on Jennie’s face. “And that is a much more serious offence, because no slavegirl should ever lie to their master.”The fear was now evident in Jennie’s face the flogging had been painful enough, but Stephen had said that this punishment would be worse. Her body started to shake. .' Miss Jones felt her hair being stroked, kisses going from her hand to her neck, causing her head to lean back and a moan to emerge.'Sir...I do not understand.''But I do Miss Jones. Your tits give me a big hard-on.''I need to get home for my husband, sir.''Yes, Miss Jones. Come to my office tomorrow wearing a red dress, blue underwear, stockings, and shoes. Look professional but alluring.''Yes, Sir.' Miss Jones fled, ran to her car and drove home.Miss Jones was filled with conflicting.