Peter is sitting in a straight backed chair when I enter the room and in his hand is a large wooden paddle, he motions for me to sit on his lap. First...he compliments me on my choice of nightie and adds what a lovely young woman I have become but continues saying that all girls need discipline from time to time and my time had come. I did not say anything as he told me how a good session over his knee with the paddle would make me a better person and how much I would benefit from regular. After Mark had taken my gay cherry I had told him about my desire to meet a nice crossdresser. I called Mark and we chatted about my crossdresser thing and Mark said that there was a few low key nights coming up on Glasgow that he knew some lovely gurls would be going to and he thought it might be fun for us to go too.A wee bit of background, I love the look of crossdressers, lust about them and wank myself furiously to them, especially unconvincing ones....it's what I like!!!Mark told me about. I was dumbfounded and just sat there like a dummy. A dummy with a huge hard on! Just about then, Mark started lumbering down the stairs and Julie called out that dinner was ready. Come on Dad Nikki said as she grabbed my hand and tried to pull me off the sofa. I told her to go ahead, Ill be in in a moment. She and Mark went into the dining room while I tried to get my totally confused, erect cock to calm down. I really didnt want to have to explain to Julie and Mark why I have a hard on. By. . well, to be careful. I've been this way all my life. I wanted to be a girl. I felt like a girl. The doctors say it's a genetic thing, they actually have tests for it now, there are several kinds of, you know, sort of mixed up... people. I started dressing like a woman when I took this job three years ago, and had the surgery to my tits and hips. But, see, if you have the operation, and they give you the hormones, and... well, cut it off, you can never have an orgasm again. The way I am now, I.