I upped my volume, but the strokes kept coming. I tried to thank Mistress for my punishment , but that just interrupted the story and led to even more...cane strokes. My body was shaking and i was really struggling to hold the position. My bottom was now on fire from the punishment , but i continued to read from the pages in front of me. Mistress would change over to a different cane after a number of strokes. Each one brought a different level of pain. Some light giving a very stingy blow ,. Anyway, we ambled up the hill to the cabin to join the other guys. When we got there, it seemed that the cold water was too much for Mike and Bob, they had passed out. So, my buddy and I talked for a while.We sat in the main room with blankets covering our wet, nude bodies. As we talked, I noticed my friend wasn't looking at me. His gaze was lower. I determined that he was catching a glimpse of my cock, which wasn't totally covered by the blanket. Except, it wasn't a glimpse, he was staring at. I see the fair skin of my tight belly and smile as I see the skirt wrapped around my waist. It's pleaded, red and black, held only in place by a strip of Velcro, it's short stopping right below the ass. I can't see them, but I know that there is a pair of panties under the skirt that matches the bra I wear. It's not a thong or g-string, but a pair of hip hugger briefs that cut short along the ass, so that the bottoms of my cheeks hang out of the panties. I see a pair of white fishnet stockings. "Okay, now what the hell is this all about?" A few days ago my girlfriend, Anne Chamberlain, found out I was seeing other women. She deliberately infected me with two DNA viruses. So my top half is female and the bottom half is male." You're mad," whispered Michael.In response Paul started removing his blouse. Michael started to protest but Paul ignored him. He didn't like having to do this at all, but he had to give some proof or Michael was going to consider him a lunatic.He could feel.