"No, you can't do this! Please, I'll do anything. My family has goodmoney, I'm sure they'll pay! Please! Please, let go! No..."A door slammed and nois...s were becoming far more muffled. Obviously hewas being taken down to the feminisation wing."I hope I don't react like that" I thought. Then I realised what thatthought meant. "No, to be precise, I hope I don't have to react likethat!" I corrected myself. I shuddered and went back to my room. Andwaited.11 o'clock passed, but no one came.11.10.. She had started to build up a "discipline clientele" with a female partner. She now had "some notoriety" with the birch, and should I call by the address any Sunday or Monday my first session would be free of charge.The following Sunday of course I took her up on her offer. I was admitted by her co-partner, a young Parisienne, who invited me to undress and grinned at the sight of my upright penis. "He won't be so cocky once Madame Hazel has started on you," she said. 'Hazel' - she had taken her. I did that and there it was finally, she replied but with just a “thnx” a typical girl’s reply I guess.Then I again texted her that “how was it” then she said, “it was nice, and it was a good start to have a chat”. Then slowly and gradually we started talking with each other.Let me first tell you a brief description of her. Her height was approximately 5.6 feet with 34 26 34 and very good looking, and approx. 24 years of age. Then slowly we started talking about the personal life and it was. She smiled with understanding at Holly."Little accidents happen," the salesgirl said, handing her a small box of Wet Wipes and a towel. Holly smiled gratefully as she closed the door.Holly slipped off her wet panties and wiped herself clean, then dried with the towel. Her mind was spinning, but Holly was growing used to that. It happened whenever she got turned on: the delicious excitement and arousal, always offset by the shameful, embarrassing dialog.Fuck it, Holly thought. I had a great come.