"You've become quite a nice young man, Paul, come closer," and I took a step closer as she leaned toward me and wiped her tongue around the end of my ...ock. I thought I'd almost faint. Then she started licking along the shaft and was raised up some to do it which was exposing her breasts in all their voluptuous glory. I couldn't believe I was standing there while my aunt licked and sucked my dick. If my cousins had come out, they would have seen it all. As I stood there while she sucked me, I. As the mail-shirted man stumbled, the weight of the hammer he’d swung pulling him slightly off balance, Arlade let himself fall, slapping the ground hard with his hands to break his downward momentum. He immediately brought his knees to his chest and kicked, aiming his feet at one of the man’s legs at the knee. He heard a satisfying crunch and the mail-shirted man howled as he fell.In one quick motion, Arlade drew his short sword and rolled on top of the man, lifting the bottom of the man’s. Miss Jackson then said, “Okay, Emma, let’s get started. First of all, go and sit at the other desk and write out one-hundred times, ‘Please will you cane me, Miss.’ As you are being disciplined, you will need to take your knickers off now and roll your dress up above your waist so you are sitting on the hard cold wooden seat bare-bottomed.”Emma didn’t like that idea at all because she hated doing lines. She just found it so boring. However, she realised that this was Miss Jackson asserting her. But can’t. The frustration. It already feels weak and submissive, all painted like a girl, dressed in its stockings and girlie things... but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it.