He was now prisoner 6578123. He hoped to be able to meet somebody who could offer him protection in exchange for sex. Michael wanted to just mind his ...usiness and do the time. He hopes to get in good with the guards and hopefully get out sooner for good behavior.~~On the way going to the jail, the prisoners were all locked up together like a chain. Michael wasn’t scared because he knew how it would be. He just sat quietly thinking how he fucked up his life. He wished he had done good in school.. What fun she would have curling his lashes andbrushing lots of black mascara on his long pretty lashes. Maybe evenfalse eyelashes would look more dramatic. Painting his pretty girlishlips with delicious colorful flavors of lipstick. Or better yet havinghim learn to do her make-up & perhaps even as a personal hair stylist.She could live like a queen as long as she kept him under her firmfeminine guidance.Carol was now brushing through Billy?s pretty curls." "So what do youthink hon?" "Should. As with his handling of “the moment of entry”, the speed of the delivery, each stroke following rapid succession, was far more hasty than the style he was to develop as he began to savour the rather fundamental differences between beating a male and a female bottom.The girl made noises of considerable discomfort but nevertheless remained in position. The punishment was executed without a problem and resulted in a nicely compact pattern of six crimson welts. Dr. Stanton was used to the effects. Gabrielle lay face down and naked on the rack, her arms and ankles tied to the four corner posts.As she regained consciousness, Gabrielle drank from the cup placed at her lips before she had time to think of anything except that she was thirsty. The drink tasted of mint and herbs and she drank much of it as her head cleared. She thought better of it only when it was too late. The first things she saw and felt were the hand holding her hair, lifting her head and pouring the potion into her.