I trace my tongue down to your neck and shoulder, kissing you there and gently nibbling your soft skin. My hands are caressing you, one on your arm, t...e other resting lightly on your thigh, my fingers teasing your inner thigh. You move your hand between my legs and can feel how hard my cock is, pressing through my jeans. You run your fingertips up and down it, tracing its outline over my jeans, pausing at the tip to caress and squeeze it. You can feel how warm and hard it is. I move up close. Daddy seemed to feel the same way about me that I felt about him! I was never more comfortable with any person. He accepted me for who I truly was and I was so thankful that he had helped me find just who I was and could be! For the rest of the day I served Daddy and the smile never left my naughty face. A new dawn in my life had turned as beautiful as any sunrise but in a quite twisted but ever so real way.The following Friday night was even more memorable. At his door I was told to surrender. Tony wasted no time in preliminaries and immediately started bringing his hand down hard from one cheek to the other.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!He had given her a spanking some twenty years previously but that had been an erotic play spanking but this was punishment.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Yvonne was squirming and wriggling, she was crying out and her backside was on. So, he offered me a drink. Very basic, just rhum. He didn't offer anything to Joe. I could feel the sexual energy around him. Joe was on the chair. I was on the couch with Gentlemen Spice. We spoke and spoke about anything. I could hear the music from the venue playing as other artists were performing. At one point, Gentleman Spice asked me directly and bluntly whether I was a sissy. Or as defined by him: a boy dreaming of becoming a girl. I told him, yes. I told him that I still have a dick, a.