“I know you enjoyed it as much as they did. Now you will receive punishment for lying to me.” Mr. L. retrieved his paddle from his desk drawer. He...began to paddle each cheek of my ass. Each time he hit my ass it sent electric shocks to the tip of my ragging hard-on. After about twenty smacks of the paddle, I began to cry like the little sissy I am. Mr. L. seemed happy I was crying and showed me no mercy. He continued to spank me as I cried and squirmed in pain and pleasure. Finally, after about. He pushed the door shut with his hip before setting the tray on the table.“I needed some coffee and thought you two might want some, too. The donuts are mine, but I’ll share if you’re nice.” He grinned, proving the statement a lie. “Why don’t you start your story at when you changed your name to Abdul Jamal Al-Fayed, and why you changed your name? I’m Flan, by the way,” the man introduced himself before sitting in the other chair.Jerome told his story. He told them about his discharge from the. We'd even cuddled a littlebit. I'd stared into her green eyes and thought I'd tasted eternityfor a moment. And the bitch hadn't called me. So what did I do? I went over to her apartment, at 11 o'clock at night.I couldn't wait any longer. I wore a trenchcoat. It had been raining today, but that was not thereason. I parked my violet Grand Am outside her apartment and rang the doorbell.Rebecca answered the door, her hair looking mussled and sexy, her greeneyes wide with shock, wearing nothing but. She took me home and fed me. Then she came out with her proposal. Rob she said I know you are in dire straits and in desperate need of a job. I also know how much you love me. SO my offer to you is till you get a job you can stay over at my place. There is however one condition. You will have to live as a girl, do my household chores and follow my orders without question. If anyone finds out I have a man living with me than I will be in trouble. This is the only way Rob.In India the society is.