My excitement at witnessing my best friend's caning quickly disappeared as I concentrated on my own punishment I was about to receive.As the cane whis...tled through the air and struck my hand with a loud crack, the pain became unbearable as my palm felt damaged beyond repair. Being caned in class was nothing compared to this. I sobbed my heart out and begged for mercy while stamping my feet.The Head took no notice of my pleading and seemed to swing the cane even harder the more the tears were. Over the course of the past year, my feelings about Annie's new foundsexual pleasures had evolved in a complex manner.At first the newness and the strangeness of being asked (and thencommanded) to become more and more feminine had only stirred me assomeone who was sharing a sexual (albeit somewhat unorthodox) game withsomeone I loved. But as the months passed, I found myself intrigued as towhat new adventure in girlishness Annie could concoct for me. I foundmyself even looking forward to those. I had wanted this for years, and nothing was going to stand in my way now. as i took my fathers cock in my hand for the first time, a shudder went through him and he relaxed into the couch as he lay back and closed his eyes. as the mins ticked by, i ran my hand all over his cock, up and down, and i realised with a shock that i wasn,t just touching it, i was playing with it, and furthermore, my father was reacting to it, by getting hard.even though i had never been sexual with anyone yet, i. Quickly turning my head being a gentleman as she quickly picked them up and tossed them in her dresser drawer as I went to pick the front of her bed. She grabbed a screwdriver and started fixing her bedroom leg. It wasn't long before we were finished and we went to her living room. She went to bathroom for a moment and returned with a joint. We started smoking it and that was when I noticed we were sitting next to each other and we resumed catching up. I pretty much guessed what was going on.