His cock, which had begun to soften slightly, hung out of the bottom of the open front, gradually drooping down slightly over his big ball sack, which...was equally exposed. His semi-flaccid organ bobbed slightly with each beat of his heart, and Carly was staring at it as if taking his pulse by sight. Perhaps she was fascinated by the big, rosy head of it slowly slipping back into its protective foreskin sheath as he slowly deflated. Either way, she appeared mesmerized.He looked up. “It’s a. Just when he thoughthe would become hysterical, she abruptly stopped, set aside the crop, andhefted the paddle once more."Just remember, Kissy," she said, speaking with false sympathy, "thishurts me more than it does you."What followed were enough added smacks from the paddle to leave his bunsblazing and, judging from how taut they felt, swollen. Then she saidthat, because of his multiple misbehaviors, he was forcing her to includeone more round with the crop."I'm going to be using that little. Ashton had to reassert the womanhood from within him. That was histrue self, being a macho man was a lie.He couldn't let that animal win. He had to stop dressing like and actinglike a tough man, that was just an act. He wasn't going to do thatanymore. He was going to be a man... well man wasn't the right wordadult was a better word. He was going to be a person who did as hepleased. He would do what he wanted not what people expected of him. Hewas going to be the soft, feminine creature. Her labia were very swollen and pink – I felt another huge wave of jealousy pass through me as I thought of another man’s cock plunging over and over into the warm, wet sticky passage that had hitherto known only mine. I stared at her puffy lips in amazement; a white cord hung down the dark gash below. Oh my God! I gasped, my eyes fixed on the tampon string. “You did it!” I said, amazed. Claire nodded sheepishly. “I thought it was what you wanted.” The perverted smile on my face must.