She followed the best she could, but was slightly off balance from time to time when I changed direction. I stopped in the middle of the living room a...nd slapped her face. "Stand still and gather your hands behind your back. And spread your legs, Slut" I told her. "So, about that color. I like red, but your breasts are white where you've had your top."Without warning, I began to slap her breasts. Rhythmically. Not so hard. From above. From the side. From the other side. From below. I started to. "I know mom," Timmy said blushing and indicating that she should leavethe room so he could change."OK dear, but I'm going to have to help you with the dress. It's got aback zip," Harriet said and she picked up the dress, unzipped the zipperand showed it to Timmy. "You'll have to put it on over your head andthen I'll zip it up for you. Come to me when you're ready."Harriet left Timmy to himself and she went downstairs. So far so good,she thought. It seemed like such innocent play for Timmy and. I am afraid that I will start getting garbage pickup every day of the week. This story just goes to demonstrate the truth of the old adage, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!” I have gone from wishing with all my heart and with all my soul to become the total, obedient, sissy slave of a beautiful, dominant Goddess, and I have gotten that wish, for which I am eternally greatful, but the ironic twist is that, in becoming Her slave, I have become what I never thought I would. The pain lingered so strongly it felt like two people were striking her."I won't, I won't ever do it again. Please don't hit me. God forgive me. Please!" His mother screeched."I'm not going to give you that option. I want this to hurt so that you'll never forget what a sick, perverted mother you are." Her butt was already swelling from his beating, but he didn't stop."Stop, STOP, I beg you!" Dorothy's entire ass was in pain. A wall of torment blazed in her ass. The board didn't even slow."This.