It onlycame down to mid-thigh and he felt overly exposed. He had on a pair ofpolka dot panties underneath the robe and nothing else. He had toadmit ...hat the silky fabric felt good against his soft skin but hewished they had something more appropriate for a man.Ms. Connors showed him around the clinic. Although there wasn't allthat much to see. The place reminded him of a small set of officesrather than a hospital. The walls were covered in cream coloredwallpaper with a tastefully elegant. Another swoosh and crack, on the same spot. I gulped a lungful of air, to expel it in a cry as the length of the cane bit into me again. I felt as if it was cutting me in two.The cane fell, again and again, swoosh/crack, swoosh/crack. My hips jerked against the cushion, my arms pulled against the restraints as I arched my back, head back, cried out. My backside was a blaze of pain. The individual strokes had changed, too, from the single hit and rest which gives a sweet burn, to the upward. Uncle Nat was my only living kin, the brother of my real father. He had two sons, one older than myself by a couple of years and the other a grade behind me in school. Most of my memories of the country were hazy, but there were certain details I did recall-- like the way the boys took me into the barn and watched while I peed. It was that same day when they showed me their outfits and I remembered that dark-haired Jason had already developed a few curls at the base of his cock then. Young,. I got up to check and saw my sister headed to the door with a tray. I opened the door. "Hi, Elise!" I said."Hi, yourself. I brought y'all some cookies and brownies." She looked over the room. "Actually, I needed an excuse come back and meet this Cindy that everybody talks about."Tina looked amused.Cindy squeeked, "Me?" She stood up, all five feet and a bit of her. "Hi! I'm Cindy!" And I'm Dan, Cindy's husband," Dan R. said."This is my nosy sister, Elise. She met everybody else at the airport,".