.." Come on," said Sandi, "all little girls do this." But I'm not a girl." I said."Not according to your boobs." she said, and both girls laughed."Loo..., give me my clothes, and I'm out of here." I said."Can't do it dude, I threw them out the window. You can either go out in your bikini, in front of everyone down on the street, or you can dress up in the cute outfit we got you. Then we might go get your threads back for you."Trapped, I had no other choice. This sucked. I had to wear chick's. ”“So, in a way Mom, I have been getting you to feel good?”“That is right Jack, and I like it. Since he decided to run off with some young teeny bopper, not much out of school and the fact he likes something without much experience in life, I decided I want to like a younger guy also, you.”“Oh Mom, that is so nice.”“You’re welcome Jack, tell me, how did you get into this interesting fetish?”“Well, sometimes I’d see Stella’s Mom in a nice pair of gold narrow ovals as she read the paper or as they. But still his grip felt so soft yet firm. It was a strong grip, as though he didn't want to lose my hand, but it was very gentle at the same time. His skin was so warm and soft. Feelings surged from my heart in little waves, growing stronger and stronger with every heart beat. I felt my cheeks redden, and my blood slowly filling all the capillaries in my skin. Both my body and mind started remembering my feelings for Dale. Once outside, Laura said she would be going to the restroom around the. She seemed to like it well enough!I bought a flogger from a local sex shop, and we tried it a couple of times... My woman didn't like it. The flogger was buried in my closet and from that point on there wasn't much spanking in our relationship.So my wife does know about my taste for spanking - but not the real extent of my desires involving harder whipping. She doesn't know that in my fantasies the skin of my partner is decorated with prominent whip marks, sometimes accompanied with trickles of.