Mum had never hit me before. Pink ankle socks werepassed to me and I threw them back. Although inside I really loved thenew clothes, pride made me put...up some resistance."Heather," Vera said, "get one of the short canes from the greenhouseto keep this girl in order." Heather scampered away and returned withthe cane as I sat on the floor howling, rocking back and forth at thehumiliation. "Heather, help her put the socks on." Heather knelt infront of me, rolling the sock so she could slip it onto. He never was able to take it all the way. The whole time I’m calling him a faggot.Eventually, I ask him if he’s ready for it in his pussy. He responds with “yes sir,” which I did not tell him to do. We get up and move into my bedroom where I have him get on all fours on my bed. I ripped a hole in the pantyhose, which made him gasp and then spent about 20 minutes getting lubed and pushing my cock fully inside him. While working on this I had been spanking his sissy ass and he had been yelping. ”Lisa accepted this declaration matter of factly. “I see. What sort ofrash? Is it like a fungal infection, or an abrasion?”“It’s more like … an abrasion.”Peter turned crimson as he read the label under Lisa’s observation, andstarted to slink away in embarrassment, but she pre-empted his flight.She said, “Wait, come on back here a minute” and led him behind acurtain into a small stock room. Turning around to face him, sheordered,. I know exactly what the dream means, for the message in it is abundantly clear. There can be no more. No more dreaming of the man I love. No more wanting him late at night, and needing his love to be thrust gently inside me. No more thinking of our bodies intertwined beneath the sheets of my bed. No more thoughts of kisses and soft caresses pressed against my aching flesh. No more wishing for his hands to roam eagerly over every inch of me. No more fantasizing of pianos and a home filled with.