The expressions of startled amusement on the faces of Pam and her two
young
daughters are almost more than I can bear. I envy them that. He’s my little
sissy boy, and he does just what I tell him to do. Not knowing what she wants me to do, I curtsy again. I am perched
uncertainly atop the chair. “Those are his balls, or testicles as they are properly known, dear,” says
her mother. Along with my little girl outfit, I am wearing lipstick and eye makeup and
I know how foolish that makes me look. That’s what I call his bull’s eye.”
“Pam,” Joan continues, ” I’m going to get some rubber gloves from the
kitchen so we can play with his ass hole without getting ourselves dirty, but
in the mean time, let him have it good and hard with this ruler.”
“With pleasure!” Pam responded, and suiting action to words, gave me a
searing whack across my poor exposed bottom with the metal rod. Dottie, the 13-year-old, is going to be a knock out.