It was like another world to her, and she suddenly wanted to be part of it. She looked for women of her age, perhaps her middle class background, and ...ound many. By the time she stepped out of the cab after tipping the driver lavishly, as thought it would bring her good luck, Helen felt as though she had completely left behind her the restrictions and problems that her husband represented. It was a good feeling.Heart pounding, the voluptuous, love-starved blonde adjusted her hair nervously as. You feel a little panic boil in your tummy, and you strain, and push, try to force it. You grunt into the gag and push causing one long anguished sound to come from you as you try to force the urine to flow, I can't fail. The very idea of it panics you. Finally, you feel it; you hold your breath and concentrate. As I stand over you holding your hair, only the sound of my breath, and cars racing down some road far off in the distance can be heard, you hear the light trickle as it hits the bucket. Thomasalways tried to keep his hair fairly long and hands well manicured. Hisfacial hair was fortunately fairly soft and pale in colour, matching hisalmost blond hair. He was also able to adjust his voice from a lightbaritone to a low contralto. He therefore needed only modest cosmeticsand a simple change of clothes to become another person who even closefriends would be unlikely to recognise.He finally felt that he should take his own steps to womanhood and thatwas made possible by the receipt. One strong, disciplining hand in my hair, the other over my shoulder with fingers splayed across my welted back; both keeping me held tight against you. Positioned so I’d wake up in the security of my Daddy’s protection, and after the long, exhaustive use the day before, this little one cherishes the love and kindness of my Daddy.You realize I’m awake when I start kissing your chest. I hear your soft moans of pleasure. You caress my back, taking care with the welts, but relishing the marks I.