I shifted her legs apart slightly and put my fingers against her cunt.“My, my, you are wet aren’t you,” I said rhetorically.I withdrew my finger... and then “whack”, as I spanked her ample ass with the flat of my hand. I spanked her ass repeatedly, only pausing to dip my fingers ever so slightly into her open pussy before resuming. Sheri quivered as each slap landed on her bare ass, but for the most part managed to stand still. What was white was now a distinct red.Sheri vocalised throughout, “Oh. I was given permission to dowhatever I wanted...to enjoy myself, and I had earned it, hadn't I? ButI started to worry, to feel lost...I didn't have such a great trackrecord of making my own decisions. What if I fell back into my selfish,slutty habits and got in trouble again? I would have ruined what hadbeen a perfect day and set me further back on the road to perfectsissydom. I wondered if maybe I should play it safe, and go look forsomeone to tell me what to do with my spare time. It wasn't. "Hello," Hikaru said a second later.When I'd first met Hikaru, she'd really come off as stuck up andarrogant, a bit like my older cousin Nicolette, or at least, likeNicolette had been. But the longer I knew Hikaru, the more I realizedthat a lot of this was an act, sort of like when I put on mymetaphorical White Lady mask, in order to present a specific image. Iwas still trying to get a feel for the real Hikaru, which wasn't easy,because she tended to be guarded and private, even among her. His strong hands were gentle as he twisted her hair into a loose bun at the nape of her neck in the way she had taught him. Hair washed he turned his attention to soaping her back and shoulders, massaging her soft skin with firm gentle strokes. His hands moved down to cup her gorgeous hips before massaging back up again. Turning her around, he began to soap the front of her body. His big hands made her feel even more petite than her 110 pounds. His slow, sensual, unhurried strokes whispered.