Makaela knew she was about to get the hardest thrashing of her life, 36 strokes of the strap, 40 with the cane and last the hair brush on the tops of ...er full thighs. Her bottom would be the most red and sore it had ever been, but as every stroke hit her pussy got wetter and wetter, soon it would be running down her thighs. It was unbearable agony, but with every searing stroke she received she became wetter and wetter. She wanted to beg with all her might for it to stop, but she needed to be. Her titties tasted soft and warm from the bath. Placing the towel down, John turned and scooted Cindy down the hall, watching her ass sway as she walked in the direction he wanted. Entering the study, she sat naked in the arrangement admiring the reflections.She watched John pull his shorts down and expose his erect cock. Sliding to the edge of her seat, her nipples brushed the fronts of his tall legs. Going down on him, wetting him completely, she stroked the hardness with her tongue. Looking. She was an easy baby most days, and a joy to both of us.“What are you doing today?” Jeryl asked as she walked to the dresser and pulled on a lacy bra and panty set. I always loved to watch her get dressed.“Calls this morning and then flying to the Nevada after lunch.”“How’s the lab complex coming?”“That’s what I’m going to see. The shell of the lab is up, but only the early stages of excavation have been done for the cabins so far. We should have utilities laid, now, so at least the trailers. Almost completely. Permanently. To do this, there's certain things I have to do to prepare you for it. Are you willing?" "What kind of things?" I asked. I was quite excited, but I wanted to know what I had to do. "Well...we've been talking about you quitting from editing and just writing. How would you feel about doing that as a woman? I mean full- time, as in permanently? I can make you as beautiful as you want, you know that, and you've always written better as a woman than as a man.