“Heel!”And I drop my face to the dry newspaper. I have to goso bad though Daddy. When he walks back into the roomhe kicks my legs apart an...d yanks the plug out of mysore bottom. I can feel my asshole gaping and I startto cry. I feel and hear the whisper of the whip as itcomes down on my ass cheek. Right side then left as Isqueal, and then it strikes me right on my open,stretched, now pink asshole. I sob as my bladderreleases and I wet the paper. Relief and torment. Hegrabs me out of. "I do like those clothes, but on you. Maybewe'll swap dresses from time to time but I was rather hoping Edwina wouldstick around, except when you were at work and I have ordered anexpensive wig for you."Dad grabbed Mum and gave her a great big hug! He wiped a tear from hiseye. "Thank goodness!" he said, "I've never felt so alive!" Great," Mum said to him, "now take off those boxer shorts and go and geta pair of panties and a bra on Edwina!"Dad practically ran to the bedroom, he went through. She was, at least to my eyes, staggeringly beautiful.To my great fortune the fashions of the time dictated that her neck down to the top of her full bosom was exposed. And her deep blush extended to the entire area of her body that was open to my vision. Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could. A piece of paper that she'd been surprised to find labeled as a magic spell. A spell that she'd immediately become convinced would work. She hadn't known why she knew this, but she had known it without a doubt. And now... now she was going to use it.With that, Amelia knocked on the door, forcing herself to smile more gently when it was opened and Mark stepped out. He was taller than her, standing at 6 foot 1 compared to her 5 foot 7 and his face grinned rather stupidly from underneath his.