Then he knelt beside his fallen foe and uttered a short prayer."Lord, forgive this beast, be it ever so fell & foul. Please grant its soul peace. Amen..."Thomas stood and walked without hesitation to the manse and entered. The hallway and ground floor were unnaturally quiet, even so, Thomas cautiously searched the area. Eventually his quest brought him to the twin icons. Thomas gazed at the depravity depicted with true hatred. He picked up the gloves.His decision was made. He would not suffer. His lips grew more lush beneath his lipstick, and his cheekbonesshifted, adding to the general changes in his features. His scalp itched, andhe felt a weight pulling at his head. He felt for the wig and discovered thatit was now his -- no, now _her_ own hair, silky and shimmering down his back.Finally, the costume reformed. The heels on the boots raised from theprevious two inches to four. The material of the costume was no longer aninexpensive T-shirt cotton. It was now a durable synthetic and. ”Susan cut into the conversation, “Mr Van Smit, would you and Willie care to join us for some lunch?”Willie’s eyes had been sweeping around the room, unused to seeing furniture of quality. His eyes suddenly swung round to Susan at the mention of food. He lifted his head to look at her, “Madam, my son and I do not seek charity or pity, but thank you for your offer.”Susan’s eyes flashed, “Sir, I offer neither charity nor pity, only common courtesy, as anyone would to travellers in this land.”Van. "Oh gods! I heard a swish. A crop? A cane? A belt? And then... crack! A slash of pain across my exposed buttocks. Yow! I screamed into my panty-gag. I danced foot-to-foot. OMG! And eleven to go... ----------------I slumped on the bed, having been let down following my punishment. My hands now tied behind my back, but at least the whipping had ceased, and the weight was off my poor feet. I was pushed and moved around on the bed, and at last the disgusting gag was taken from my mouth. I gulped in.