"Are you ready for your punishment Ann?" he asked. "Y-Yes," she whimpered, "I'm sorry." WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning. "OOOOOOOO...HHH" Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!" Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK!, right across her tender ass. "OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!" Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, bringing it firmly down across both cheeks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK! CRAACK!, SMAACK!. Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had never. Looking at it, he marveled at how it felt in his hand and how it looked in the early morning light, wondering how big it was. He'd never measured, but he knew the only girl ever to have sucked down the whole thing was the sword swallower at the freak show in last year's county fair. It wasn't just long, either. It was thick, almost so thick that his large hand couldn't close completely around it."Time for a shower," he said quietly to no one in particular.Of course, he was looking forward to. After realizingthat neither one of us was a homicidal maniac, we decided to get a bite toeat. During dinner she went over briefly her few D/s encounters and the generaldifficulty of finding someone of a like mind. Like me, she had experiencedD/s desires from a very early age and was now ready to more fully explore them.Overall, the evening went well and she agreed to see me again for a "real" date.Per the rules of this initial engagement, we both went our separate ways afterdinner. I called her. "He thought so? I would have though he would haveworked things out!" I'm not a psychologist," Rose laughed. "But anyway, I carried on.'Then, the last thing,' I asked, ' Ken, have you ever fantasized aboutbeing a girl?'"At that, Ken 's eyes got moist. 'Yes, but I know its not possible,' hesaid. He was almost whispering. 'That's why I just try to contentmyself with putting on some women's clothes.' " So I said I might be able to help, him and I told him about the bookand our plans. His eyes lit.