‘Only three more, Mabel dearest.’ I said quietly, and, somehow this quieted her. Three more blows of the cane, three more track-marks, one low, ju...st under the curve of her buttocks, and then it was over. She relaxed visibly. Her face, though wet with tears, was serene. ‘Thank you Arthur dearest’, she said. ‘Now we can be friends again.’ Miss Mabel picked herself up off the bed and presented herself to me for soothing. Her crimson bottom now had a tracery of purple lines, white edged, and I. She clenched her muscles around my shaft, I felt like I was in her pussy the way she was working it. Slowly in and out I went. “Mmm yeah, I like that, but where are my spanks?” Jess asked between gasps. I remembered how Mandy had enjoyed a good hard spanking while I was fucking her ass, so I now started doing the same to Jess. “Fuck yeah, that’s better, now get harder, fuck my ass and treat me like the cock hungry whore I am,” she groaned. I started to ram my cock in harder and harder with each. “Let's grab ourselves a beer,” he finished his proposition. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but you'll get it. I won't move another finger for whatever you ask me today, old man.” He laughed out loud, and went to the kitchen to get those beers he'd been talking about. He came back with two ice cold cans – no glasses. Why would we need those anyway? He sat down on the couch, facing me. “Listen, Sheryl. I wanna thank you for helping me with this. It means a lot to me. And, well... How about having. I tucked my limp little clit between my legs. In her closet I found a short black cocktail dress that fit me perfectly. I put on eye makeup and red lipstick. Next I put on my long blond wig to finish off the transformation from Tim to Tammy. I inspected the new me in the full length mirror. I had to say, I looked very pretty! I looked at the time and realized two hours had gone by. I opened the bedroom door and started down the hall to the stairs. I heard several voices and light laughter from.