Pass me my clothes, I’m getting dressed again.” Lauren smiled and looked coy. “Oh sorry, I can’t.” “Why?” I said, starting to panic a...ain. “Well I really want to test this exhibitionist side of you. So I’ve locked your clothes in my wardrobe. You can have them back tomorrow if you’re good.” She waved the key to her wardrobe at me, then theatrically tucked it into her bra. “What? You bitch! Give my clothes back now.” “It’s for your own good. We need to experiment. I promise we’ll learn a. “You are so fucked!” she said with a carefree laugh. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might happen next, and what she was doing. I could only hear the music, and feel the discomfort of my bindings and the light drape of my dress barely covering my ass.After a few minutes I was shocked back to reality by the solid crack of a paddle across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by several more hard licks that. ‘Weird-ass name. Now what happened here tonight, Mr. Hairs-lick?’ Parker sighed. ‘It’s Herzlich,’ he said, with a sharp ‘ts’ to end the first syllable and soft guttural on the last consonant. ‘I was walking and I passed the girl and then I heard her scream and I turned around and looked down this alley and that guy was raping her and I fought him off – hey wait!’ Parker shouted, waving at the medic that was beginning to pull away, siren flaring back on. ‘What hospital are they taking her to?’. The educations of men and women were different as well. The average womancould do advanced rocket science by the time they were freshmen in highschool. The average man knew nothing of science, mathmatics, or politics.The average man was home schooled, taught by their fathers how to takecare of the home and how to sexually pleasure their future Husbands.Women didn't treat their sissy wives horribly though. Their needs werethe only one's that mattered and the sissy wife understood this. Therewere.