His relatives began a chorus of 'HappyBirthday' which seemed to eminate from Hell itself. As the cake was placeddown before him he then heard a serie... of people calling 'make a wish...'.Jeff closed his eyes and thought. For no particular reason he thought 'Iwish I was Heather'. He found this odd, for while he had fantasized aboutbeing a girl, and even about being some of the girls from school, he hadnever thought about his friend Heather that way. Oh well, it's all justsilliness, he. I stood up, tossed the cover on the bunk and followed her out of the cell. I leaned up against the cell door and watched her stroll down the hallway. There was something about the way she said my last name that spooked me. It was like a Russian dialect or something but it reeked of condescension and made me feel inferior to her.“Wear something sexy.” I called, as she opened the hallway door.“Sexy is not the attire, Mr. Darling, it is an attitude.” she called back, and went out the door.It was. She had to strip naked in the car and leave her clothes in the car as they walked into the trail. From the parking lot there was a thirty yard walk to the start of the trail and during this short walk she would be on show to anyone who was in the parking lot. She explained to me that she had to leave her clothes in the car thus ensuring that no matter who they saw she would have to stay naked! She further explained that at the start of the trail there was a pathway that was enclosed on either. Are you ready for that?” Lady Ariadne’s voice and breathing didn’t seem to alter. I submitted easily to rer calm, self-assured demeanor. “Yes, Lady Ariadne, please spank me harder.” I raised my buttocks a bit to make it easier for her. SMACK! SMACK! These slaps stung more – hard enough that in other spankings, I probably would have used my safe word. But Ariadne had warmed me up so nicely that the pain was exciting – I knew I could take more. My beautiful girlfriend continued to spank me,.