"I think that hair and makeup are next before you finishdressing," she said.She sat me at her dressing table and as I watched in wonder shefirst slipp...ed a wig on my head and then applied powders andcreams. After an application of lipstick I saw a reasonableresemblance of a woman looking back at me - not pretty but alsonot ugly. In my cross dressing sessions I had never dared trymakeup in case I could not get it off and so this was the firsttime I had seen myself as my feminine side.She next. They asked if we knew any good restaurants and I was quick to recommend the place my mum had taken me. I headed back to hall to get some dinner before Caitlyn took me to the mysterious club she had mentioned. She had been quite cagey on the details but had said I would fit right in, whatever that meant. I decided to let her have her fun, it was the least I could do to repay her for the picnic.With dinner out of the way I did a little work while I waited for Caitlyn to come and get me. I was. I chucked on some clothes and headed over the road thinking of an excuse as to what I can say if they answer the door after I knocked. After a couple of knocks, John arrives at the door in his briefs and a scruffy shirt that he clearly slept in. The size of the bulge in his briefs is just unbelievable, the clear outline of his flaccid uncut cock. I was staring and for far too long. “Guess you couldn’t go without your daily glimpse of me then?” John said, with me still staring in awe. “You think. ThurEEEEEEeeee" Joan was swatting harder and harder and by the time I got to25 I was crying like a baby. "Ohhh my poor baby," said Joan. "Does baby's heinie hurt?Pull down your pink panties and let mamma see." I lowered the silken underwear to my knees. "Uhhhmmm. Looks like some more would do you some good."Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! With Joan's last comment she began a rapid rain of blows on mypoor suffering bare bottom. I was crying like a baby. Finally theblows.