He warned me that there was still a lot of swelling and stitches. I gazed into the mirror dumbfounded. Tears came to my eyes as I looked upon my new p...ussy. It was perfect. I knew that it was all bruised and puffy, but I could tell that I had made the right choice. Over the next week stitches were removed as well as the catheter. Even though I have been sitting down to pee for some time it felt so weird to feel it coming out of my new opening. I was instructed on how to use some dilators in. Then I swallowed hard, summoning up my courage as best I could. Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I turned to her."Mom, I was thinking about Dad, remembering how strict he could be sometimes. And I sort of, well, have a question about that. Did he ever ... punish you?" I asked.My mother's face had gone slightly pale. She gazed at me for a long moment. Then, looking away, she quietly replied, "Yes. He used to spank me whenever he decided that I'd crossed the line."Emboldened by that. It was a big thrill to host the wrestlers that he always watched on television.Later in the evening before closing time, Ronald was prepared to make his end of the day run. He made sure that all of the weights and equipment was still in working order. Then he made the announcement that the gym would be closing in 45 minutes. Once he got everyone out of the building he usually checked the men's locker room to make sure that everything was still in good shape and Monica did the same thing with. Mary started to blush after the feel of her breasts.Mary walked away and headed for the cubical where her husband was sitting behind the glass. Tom was smiling from behind the glass. He picked up the telephone and spoke. "Hello Darling. How are you doing?" Fine." Mary replied but remembered the feel of the guard against her body. She couldn't say anything to her husband. He couldn't do anything, being behind the bars.They talked about the usual stuff about the children and how they both are..