.. the cunt... and the curse... The cunt. And the horror. Oh God, why? How? “OH GOD!!!” he screamed out loud.His car screeched to a halt and stall...d. Not much of a screech, for he had barely been going at fifteen miles an hour. He pounded his fists on the steering wheel, screwing his eyes shut in existential pain.“Y’ a’ reyt, duck?” said a voice. Father Jim looked up. There was a young woman standing by his window, dimly lit by a guttering street-lamp, pouting her lips at him. Her blond hair. Mr Sutherland was pleased to see a red mark spreading underneath her see-through little panties. SMACK. With every spank, Claire let out another cry of pain. She squeezed her thighs together, in an attempt to ease the burning, but it didn't work. She was surprised by how wet she was getting. SMACK. Mr Sunderland was really getting into punishing his student now, delivering a steady rhythm of hard sharp spanks to her burning buttocks. He listened as her cries started to sound more and. Goodnight. It was a pleasurable evening."I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I couldn't wait to get home and gargle. I'll put this behind me, and not think of it anymore. It's best, if I forget the whole thing. I was emotionally exhausted when I arrived home. Holly was delirious with joy that she was going back to work. She never noticed that anything was wrong with me.Nothing was different when I saw Mister Beal the next day. He was friendly, but not overly so. Just before quitting time,. Das war kindlicherEntdeckungsdrang. Er wusste ?berhaupt nicht, dass Jungen keineM?dchenkleider anziehen durften. Und dazu kam, dass viele Kleider f?rkleine Kinder f?r Jungen und M?dchen gleich waren. Er fand die Sachen wohl einfach nur sch?n, ohne diegeschlechtsspezifische Bedeutung zu erkennen. Ich muss sagen, michreizte der Gedanke, den kleinen Kerl als M?dchen anzuziehen. Aber durfteich das ohne Einverst?ndnis der Mutter? Und woher sollte ich dieKlamotten nehmen? "Hast du so etwas f?r mich?".