I was expecting to get just the minimum mandatory sentence, but The Leader keeps on:"Sixty-one."...and all hope vanishes. They go on, and on, and on, ...one stroke every fifteen seconds, full strength, non-stop, against the same lower two thirds of my destroyed bum. Even when I am already lying limp, softly sobbing, it doesn't stop. At all. Whap!---whap!---whap!---whap!---whap!---It ends as suddenly as it started. The Leader just stops saying numbers, and the strokes stop. By then, I can barely. Hubby was gone all Saturday morning going to the hardware store and making sure they had enough snacks for the afternoon ball games. Nobody was coming over today so he had to buy his own beer which he grumbled about.Tommy arrived about the time that the game was starting so they headed out back and went over the list and she showed them where all the tools and other supplies were located. It was a warm day and she was wearing as little as she could get away with. Some of the work was strenuous. I said, slightly confused I am. These are for you. She clarified it dawned on me what she wanted me to do.I have no real negative views of dressing up as a girl; I just never thought I’d do it before and I never knew that Preeti would want me to do it. I was shocked to have it being sprung on me so suddenly. You want me to and I started dress in my old school uniform? Yes, she finished for me and you don’t mind do you? You said you’d try almost anything and this isn’t one of those ‘extreme’. She then walked over to where I was sitting and said “Undue the bow on my panties”I pulled on the bow string and her panties opened up exposing her pussy. She turned and walked away. I got up and followed her, once in the bedroom she laid on the bed and spread her legs. I dropped my robe, grabbed the KY tube, and squirted some on my hand, I was rubbing KY on my hard dick as I climbed on the bed between her legs. I moved up and took my hand and aimed my dick at her pussy and pushed it into her..