Our physical training facility was up and ready. Charlie came to town with his smile and broad shoulders, and immediately demanded access to the train...ing center. Our newly hired trainer swiftly got his act together and the two worked like demons, getting Charlie in playing shape.The cold weather abated and I began to see Charlie outside, on one of the diamonds, with Nick, our trainer, running the pitching machine.That looked like fun, and I wandered out one day and asked if it would be out of. Then one day, as we sat on the sofa together and everyone else was in another room, he put his arm round me, which wasn't unusual, but he was looking at me differently and was looking down at my boobs for sure. Instead of his usual tickling and messing about, he just started stroking my arm. After a while he started moving his hand up my arm, getting ever closer to my boobs. I just sat there and let him carry on, not knowing if he was after my boobs or not. Then very slowly, as he was stroking. Timmy was being punished. He had been dressing like this for two weeksnow. His grades and lack of attention to his homework had resulted inhis mother coming up with the idea that required him to dress like agirl till his homework was done. No exceptions were tolerated.He would be allowed to go back to normal if he finished the semesterwith a strong showing.The pressure of his grandmother coming over made it difficult to do hishomework. When he finished his homework he walked to the living room. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said.“I didn’t tell you that. Why did you say that?” she asked me. She reminded I Was supposed to unlearn everything I knew and start fresh.“I was in a hurry to get the clothespins, and they asked. I made it up, Ma’am,” I admitted. The pinch in my butthole was already overriding all the other sensation in my body. The nerves around the rim of my asshole had never felt anything rougher than that leather tail I had in this morning.“What you have learned is worthless. It has gotten.