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Jennifer's Story (3) Eventually Steve stirred and slowly woke up. There was a sudden pause in his waking, his hands ran over his nightdress, he sighed and turned onto his back. I waited, tensed, for the tirade to come but nothing happened. I turned my head to look at him. He lowered his eyes from my face, reached out and tentatively touched my hand "Morning Jenn" he mumbled. Here it comes I thought. "Thanks." I was speechless What was he thanking me for? When I didn't say anything he let go my hand and grabbed my arm as if he thought I was going to pull away from him. "I'm sorry." "What?" I mumbled not understanding. "I'm sorry." I couldn't grasp the situation. Here I was worried out of my mind about what I'd done and Steve was apologising. For what? I turned away to try and make sense of it, but Steve thought I was rejecting him. He threw his arms around me and hugged me to him saying, "Please Jenn." We lay like that for some time each lost in our own thoughts. Eventually I said, "It's time we got up and had breakfast." Steve pulled me tighter. "Please forgive me." "We can talk over breakfast." With that I gently but firmly removed his arms, got out of bed and slipped on the robe Steve had used yesterday. Steve got out of bed and was going to take of the nightdress when for some unknown reason I stopped him. "Stay like that, I'll go and get your robe." I went through to our bedroom and picked up Steve's robe, paused, thought I should be wearing that, changed robes and took the woman's robe back to Steve. He looked, put the robe on and followed me to the kitchen. We sat drinking coffee. "I'm sorry," Steve repeated. "What for?" I glumly asked thinking I should be the one apologising. Steve stared at his coffee mug. "For starting all this and not trying to stop you sleeping with Rob." "Oh," was all I could think to say. What was happening? I was the one who pushed things, the one who seduced and slept with Rob. I was the one who should be apologising particularly after last night. Steve spoke again "Jenn, please forgive me." He paused. "Punish me if you want but please forgive me." He stared at his cup. There was a look of great vulnerability about him with the remains of last night's makeup on his face and his tossled hair still retaining the style from yesterday. When he had put on my robe he had tied it tight around his waist as if for protection. The effect was to stretch the material over his breasts and give him a very feminine look. His whole manner was one of subservience and his look screamed dominate me. "Punish you," I said sarcastically. "How, like a naughty little boy? Stop your pocket money?" Why is it that when you are feeling guilty about your behaviour, when something happens to throw you, you carry on behaving exactly as you did before. Steve said nothing. "Or do you mean no sex for a month?" I paused then continued "Sorry, we've done that one." I started to feel wicked. "Or perhaps when I send that picture of you to Rob I could include all the others and you can explain to him about the ones you took of me. That would be an interesting punishment." Steve grabbed my hand and screamed, "No. You can't do that." I pulled my hand away and looked him in the eye. "Why not? I think that would be very appropriate and I could talk to Rob afterwards. I'm sure Rob would love to know why you took those photos of me." Steve stared at me and emotions flicked across his face. Eventually he said, "Please Jenn, don't ask me to do that." He gulped, lowered his eyes and said, "I won't talk to Rob about the photos of you." Knowing Steve as I did I recognised he was not going to do this. He continued, "You can't ask me to do that." I waited whilst he calmed down. Secretly I was pleased with his response as although I had Steve take those photographs of me when I was really exited I didn't want anyone else to wee them and the main reason to start with had be to get a response from Steve. "Well you don't seem very sorry. The first real thing I propose as a punishment you say no to." "Oh well then," I said getting up from the table and going to stand behind him. I put my hand on his shoulder, bent down and spoke into his ear, "You can't be feeling very sorry can you? Or do you mean you want me to tell you more about how exciting it was with Rob?" He flinched at that. "Oh Jenn, I really am sorry and I need to be punished but it must be something I feel is a punishment." I slid my hands down over his breastforms, "And me telling you how good Rob was would not be a punishment?" Steve flinched and I moved my mouth closer to his ear and whispered, "How about a spanking for my Girly man?" He stiffened, gasped and replied, "But that is for children." "No it is for all naughty people." "No," gasped Steve. "No, that is to humiliating." With that I pulled away from him. "You're not serious about being sorry, you just want to make yourself feel good. I'm going to get dressed." I left him sitting in the kitchen whilst I went to shower and get dressed. As I emerged from the shower the telephone went, I grabbed the bedroom extension to answer it. It was Steve's mother. Would it be OK if she took the kids out to lunch and we picked them up late afternoon instead of this morning as arranged. I felt concerned that the kids had conned her into something and immediately enquired was she sure it was alright with her. When she had assured me it was her idea I told her it was fine with us and we would pick them up later that afternoon. I put the phone down. I had been going to clean Steve up and send him over to collect the kids, but now we had nearly half a day more too play. I revised my dress plan and put on a severe black business suit but with no blouse beneath it. My hair and makeup were done as if I was attending a tough business meeting. I slipped my feet into stilettos and walked back into the kitchen. Steve was stood at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. I stood behind him, cupped his bottom and said, "Your reprieve has been cancelled. Your Mother wants to take the children out to lunch so your not picking them up until late afternoon. We have all morning to discuss your punishment." Steve stiffened and almost dropped a cup when he heard that. I squeezed his cheeks then stepped away. He just stood there with his hands on the sink. "What's the matter, nothing to say?" I watched him standing there. "Turn around and look at me." Steve turned from the sink and saw what I was wearing. "Oh," he muttered and dropped his eyes. He looked crestfallen and so vulnerable I felt I needed to hug him. He also looked quite feminine and attractive. The thought flashed through my mind again did I fancy women? I felt the need to dominate him. "Come here." Steve shuffled towards me. I put my arms around him and pulled him close. I kissed his cheek and my breasts seemed to rest comfortably on top of his breastforms. My hands slid down his back to his bottom, which I caressed, and pulled him into me. "Would you like to wear a sexy, feminine pink dress for the rest of the morning?" Steve put his arms around my waist and hugged me. "Then I can give you a spanking as your punishment." Whatever Steve said after that was meaningless as his body betrayed him. I hugged him close for a while longer then said, "Go. Shave and shower but don't wet your hair." I released him but he still clung to me. "Please Jenn don't do this." But I brushed his objections aside by saying "You're the one who feels he should be punished, you cannot make up your mind about which punishment so it's only right I should choose. But if you prefer talking to Rob..." Steve released me and slunk off just as he did that night when I asked him to sleep in the guest room. I followed him and went into the guestroom. When I was preparing for this weekend I had put a smart, pink cocktail dress in the wardrobe as I had been unsure how to dress Steve. The dress had thin straps and a low top. Steve had liked me in this dress as he said I looked very sexy and feminine in it and it had good access. Unfortunately it was too big for me now but would it do the same thing for Steve when he was wearing it? I recalled the details of the physical punishment of subs. There were two elements, humiliation and physical pain. The important thing was the humiliation had to be strong whilst the pain could be almost a token. I felt once again on a high with sexual desire fuelled by domination and prepared myself satisfy both. When Steve came in after showering I gave him a pink bra to put on and a matching pair of panties. Both were items I wore regularly now so would be a bit tight, but I couldn't let him wear the black lingerie he wore last night with a pink dress. I did however tell him to put on the black garter belt and stockings, his gift from Rob. I combed out his hair and brushed it back into shape then put his make up on. When I brought out the dress Steve almost drooled. I held it open for him to step into and slowly lifted it. When the thin straps were over his arms and onto his shoulders I zipped it up. He looked good. "Stay here until I call you into my bedroom," I commanded. In the bedroom I looked around for the items that Steve had in there, like his wristwatch, wallet and change on the bedside table, and moved them into a drawer. I made sure there were none of his clothes lying around and closed and fastened his wardrobe doors. When I was happy I moved the stool from in front of my dressing table into the centre of the space at the foot of the bed. This would be the first thing he would see when he walked through the door. I hoped that he would feel humiliated by being punished in the room where one of his oldest friends had slept with his wife and where previous to that he had felt himself king. I stood to the side of the room, took a deep breath as several of my recent fantasies were coming together, and called Steve. The door slowly opened and Steve slunk in. He looked around and his eyes settled on the stool. He gasped then saw me. His eyes were drawn back to the stool standing in the space. "Oh no Jennifer," he gasped, "please don't do this in here." Once again I was struck by how desirable he looked. I looked at him, giggled and said, "Why not here. I think it fitting that you should be punished where you let Rob sleep with your wife." Steve's eyes moved back to the stool and again he muttered, "Oh no." I moved to stand in front of the stool, Steve's eyes followed my hands as I undid the top button of my jacket, raised my skirt to my stocking tops and sat on the stool. "Come here Girly," I commanded. Steve reluctantly came and stood in front of me. "Not there silly, by my side so that you can come across me knee." "No Jenn, this has gone far enough," Steve said with something of his old spirit. "So your not really sorry." "Yes, I am but this is so demeaning. Can't you punish me some other way?" "I gave you an alternative but you said a definite no to that, however if you have another punishment to suggest lets hear it." Steve tried to suggest something else but failed. "Right. Stop wasting time and get across me knee now." Steve looked as if he was going to argue again but his shoulders drooped, he mumbled "Oh no" and moved to my side. I thought back to the stories that had excited me as I guided him down across my thighs. I positioned him to my satisfaction. "From now until I tell you to move, your hands are to remain firmly on the floor. If you try to cover your bottom you'll get another spanking. Do you understand?" Steve grunted. I picked up the skirt of his dress and folded it over his back exposing his thighs and the tightly clad, pantied bottom. He looked delicious. I ran my hand over his legs and up over the panties and almost orgasmed. I pulled the panties up tight exposing most of his cheeks and started, not too hard at first but getting harder as I progressed. The area that produced the most response from Steve was the where the thigh merged into the cheeks and I made sure that received adequate treatment. Steve was now grunting and starting to whine he was sorry. After a few more spanks I stopped. Steve, thinking it was over, relaxed and said, "Thank you Jennifer." But my hands started dragging the waistband of his panties down. "That was your warmup," I giggled. "Proper spankings are delivered on the bare bottom." I continued to move the panties down but couldn't slide then off without Steve raising himself. "Lift your bottom," I commanded. Steve started to struggle and said, "No Jennifer, that's enough." "Now now Girly," I replied. "Don't be naughty or I shall have to find something harder to spank you with." "No," stammered Steve, then "What?" I looked around momentarily unsure what I could use as I didn't have the favourite implement, a hard backed hairbrush. Then it came to me. "I shall go and get a wood mixing spoon from the kitchen." "Oh Jenn," he moaned but still just lay there. "Lift," I snapped at him, "or do you want me to go to the kitchen?" He groaned again but slowly lifted his thighs and I slid his panties down to his stocking tops. Although I had not spanked him as hard as I could his bottom and the tops of his thighs were a healthy red colour. Once again I squeezed my legs together and had a mini orgasm just looking at the sight. I started spanking him again. I don't know what Steve's bottom felt like but my hand was now starting to sting so I gave him another half a dozen hard smacks and stopped. Was a hand spanking suppose to hurt the spankers hand as much as this? But a stinging hand was a small price to pay for the feelings evoked. I was definitely in charge and Steve was suffering emitting little sobs and groans as he lay across my lap. Now to reinforce the humiliation. "Get up," I commanded. He slowly pushed himself off my knee and stood up. His head was bowed as his hands went to rub his bottom. "Don't you dare touch your bottom," I reminded him and lifted the skirt of his dress and tucked it into the low back of the dress. "Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head." Steve stared at me not moving. "Do we have to start again?" I asked. Steve slowly shuffled into the corner and stood there with his back to me. I was drunk on this elixir of power. "Stay there and don't move," I commanded and went and made myself a cup of coffee. When I came back with the coffee I sat on the bed and sipped the drink. "Did that feel like a punishment?" I asked. Steve just pushed his head further into the corner. I stood up, walked over and stood very close behind him. "Does that make you feel sorry?" Steve still did not say anything so I raked my nails over his glowing bottom. "Answer me," I commanded as he gasped. "Yes," he muttered. "Yes to what?" "It felt like a punishment." "A punishment for what?" "For starting all this and not stopping you sleeping with Rob." "But I enjoyed it." "Don't Jenn, please don't," he pleaded. I went back and sat on the bed, picked up my coffee and finished drinking it. "Right," I suddenly snapped. "Come here." He slowly turned and looked at me but as soon as his eyes met mine they dropped. "Come on," I urged. Steve shuffled over to me. When he was in front of me I reached forward, grabbed the panties, which were still around his stocking tops, pulled him close and lifted the panties firmly back into place. Steve gasped when the material came into contact with his hot bottom. Once again a climax surged through me as he stood so meekly in front of me. "Why shouldn't we talk about my night with Rob?" I asked. "After all that's what it's all about." Steve put his arms around me, "Please don't," he said. "You have punished me, can't we forget it?" "You want me to forget my night with Rob," I needled. "Whilst you hug me in a very feminine pink dress." "Jenn, Jenn," replied Steve as he hugged me even tighter. A protective feeling ran through me as I gave him a gentle squeeze. I opened the front of my jacket, manoeuvred him around to sit on the bed and pulled his head to my breasts. "There, there" I said and comforted him. He started kissing my breasts. "We won't talk about my wonderful night with Rob if you don't want to." He stiffened in my arms. "Let's just talk about you being punished in the pink dress." His lips kept moving against my breast but there was no conviction any more. Eventually he said, "But you won't tell me about your night with Rob." "I promised Rob I wouldn't," I said. "But I think I could break that promise if I told Rob how sorry you were and how I punished you for it." "No Jenn, Please, please don't do that," he moaned. I pulled the hem of his dress up and stroked his inner thigh. He calmed down and went back to kissing and sucking my breasts. His lips on my breast were having a marvellous effect on me and all I wanted to do was to continue as we were now, Him reliant on me. Other things were happening to me as well. My memory of the night with Rob was fading, it had after all been just a night of sex and Steve and I were now gelling sexually. Steve had become quite satisfying in bed and I think I was giving him much more satisfaction than I had before. I would have told Steve this but through it all it seemed Steve needed the insecurity of not knowing and certainly responded to the domination. The other point was I got a thrill out of feeling a more feminine body beside me and running my hands over the soft fabrics that covered Steve's body. I unzipped his dress, pushed him back onto the bed. The thin straps of the dress slid easily off his shoulders and I squeezed and massaged his breasts. He looked up at me towering over him, licked his lips and pleaded, "Make love to me Jenn." I removed my clothes, pushed his dress up to his waist, straddled him and went back to massaging his breasts. He pushed himself against me and I felt his firmness pushing against the thin material of his panties. I rubbed myself against him pushing my rising passion to new heights. "Please Jenn, Please" he gasped. I moved away from him and slid his panties down to the top of his thighs. His maleness sprang free hard and erect and I moved on top of him again. As I slid down on him I gasped then looked at Steve. His eyes were partly closed and he had a look of acceptance and contentment on his face. He murmured "Yes,Yes" as I descended fully on him and his hands came up to massage my breasts. I grabbed his hands and pinioned them to the bed. He gasped, "Oh, take me," and relaxed his upper body whilst straining to push his hips further into me. I gave a little cry of exhalation, I was boss, and leant forward and kissed his lips passionately. Things moved forward very rapidly then and although I tried to slow things down, animal passions, mainly mine, took over and soon we were lying together just holding each other, recovering. Strangely I now found an acceptance of Steve dressed as a woman. Normally after sex we lay quietly together but now Steve kept fidgeting and so eventually I asked him what was the matter. He seemed to shrink and said, "Nothing." He laid still for a while then groaned and moved. "What is it?" I demanded. He gave a weak, very embarrassed smile, and told me he could not get comfortable as his bottom was stinging. I giggled and told him he was suppose to remember a punishment. He just hugged me more tightly and muttered "I know'. I was undoubtedly in charge and Steve in the last 24hrs seemed to have fully accepted his role. The morning came to an end far too quickly. I told Steve to stay dressed for lunch then, after lunch, we set about the task of cleaning him up. I went into the bathroom when Steve was showering, although I didn't feel I had spanked him hard the tops of his thighs and his cheeks were still red and several handprints were clearly visible. I smiled to myself as I watched Steve trying to peel the edges of his breastforms away from his chest. "I have a solvent for that," and produced the bottle. "Dry yourself off and we'll see if it works." I contemplated telling him to wear the panties for the rest of the day but decided that was for another day. When he had finished dressing I sent him to pick up the children whilst I tidied up. I felt good. All the doubts of the morning were gone. We settled down to our evening meal when Steve returned with the children. They were full of what they had done at Grandma's. Steve was smiling at them but fidgeting on his chair. The children noticed and asked him what was the matter, He blushed and blustered a bit, then I realised he could still feel the marks of my hand on his bottom. "Daddy slipped and fell on his bottom" I filled in. Steve looked relieved as the children called him a silly Daddy but my euphoria immediately deserted me. I was making excuses for what Steve and I had done. I was involving our family and I was once again plunged into self-loathing and concern for the future. That evening I tried to have sex with Steve but he said he was too tired and promptly fell fast asleep. Being turned down by Steve for sex was not something I was use to and this heightened my feeling of self-disgust and loathing. This feeling stayed with me and I was unable to shake it off. For the next few days I was grumpy and irritable, no matter what I did I could not rid myself of these feelings. I told every one I had a headache but I knew Steve didn't believe me. On the Wednesday, after we had put the children to bed and I was slumped on the settee desultorily flicking through a woman's magazine but not really taking any interest in it, Steve came and sat beside me snuggling up to me. "What's the matter Jenn?" I didn't say anything but felt tears pricking the back of my eyeballs. "You don't have a headache do you?" I shook my head. "Was it so upsetting for you to see me dressed as a woman?" he asked apprehensively. I slowly turned my face to him and again shook my head. "Then what is it? You were fine until we were having supper on Sunday." I still said nothing so Steve gave my leg a little squeeze. "Come on, I can't help you if I don't know what the problem is." The realisation came to me that now I was on my own. I had reduced Steve to being the support act. Ho longer did he come in, hug me and hold me until I was ready to talk. Was this what I wanted? Or he wanted? I still couldn't say anything, but I did relax into him a little. "What did I do to upset you?" Eventually I said, "Nothing." "So what was it?" "It was me." Once I had broken the silence words came a little more easily and with further encouragement from Steve I told him how I was ashamed of myself for what I had done and how I had treated him. Steve gasped, "What did you do wrong? You didn't do anything, deep down, I didn't want you to do. I thought you were great." I looked at him. "You can't mean that. I humiliated you, I forced you to do things, I punished you for something that was more my fault than yours." I paused. "You don't mean you wanted all that?" I asked incredulously. Steve looked away then mumbled, "Maybe not wanted, but needed." This stopped me in my tracks. "What do mean needed?" "I don't know. Something like atonement I suppose." "Atonement for what?" "For getting a sexual buzz out of being humiliated, for wanting to be controlled, for getting satisfaction out of being dressed as a woman, for allowing you to sleep with Rob." This last confession came out as a whisper. "So what about me sleeping with Rob?" "It was painful but the pain had a bittersweet quality to it. I knew up until the time you went into the bedroom and locked the door I could say stop. A large part of me wanted to but this small, exciting bit said leave it, its very erotic and you'll get your chance to dress in women's clothing. The sight of you kissing him in the back of the car gave me such a very painful thrill it was difficult to concentrate on my driving." I flinched. "You actually got a thrill watching me kiss another man? How?" I said incredulously. "I can't really explain it," was all Steve came up with. I said, "Try," but Steve just shrugged and shook his head. I realized I was not going to get anything more on this so decided to leave it for another time. I moved on. "What else excited you?" Steve stayed silent for a long time then sighed and muttered "Watching you with Rob on the settee after you thought I had gone to bed." I searched for words. "What....why....Oh I don't know, I can't follow this. Where does the humiliation come in?" Steve turned his head away from me. "When you told me to sleep in the spare room you so could be with Rob. I was no longer part of the night." I had almost forgotten about that but I felt a very pleasurable feeling surge through me. "What else?" "Oh in remembering things, watching you sitting next to Rob in the bar, talking to him, laughing. I cannot ever remember seeing you that way. Even early in the evening I could tell you knew where you were going. The look in your eyes showed a confidence I hadn't remembered seeing before. It was incredibly erotic watching you seduce him, but extremely humiliating to know that you wanted another man. I also knew that even if I stopped the two of you, it would not change the fact that you wanted it, perhaps that was the most humiliating and embarrassing part of all. It seemed to shrivel up all my maleness and left me with just a longing feeling." I was desperately trying to keep up with what I was being told. "So what did that do to you?" "It gave me this strangely excited feeling. I feel so passive. You were controlling and dominated me. I had this delicious feeling of being a woman, all vulnerable and exposed, moving with events rather than controlling them." I could no longer keep up. This was more confusing than when he told me he wanted to dress as a woman. I put my hand on his thigh, squeezed gently, and said, "Please make me a drink." I would be wrong if I did not admit I was feeling better, the previous feelings of guilt had started to be replaced with uncertainty. Was this the man I married, was this the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with? Steve came back with my drink and a soft drink for himself. "So you want me to be in charge, to control you?" "Yes in our relationships with each other." "And where does dressing come into this?" "It's what I felt women should be like and it felt good. The clothes felt more comfortable than men's clothes, the breasts and heels made me move differently. I felt deliciously exposed and vulnerable, and I didn't have to decide anything, you were doing it for me." "And where did the spanking come into this? Is that what you wanted?" Steve paused. "Once again I don't think it was what I wanted but it was very erotic." "How?" "Oh, by being controlled, having little say in what was happening. Once you agreed to punish me the only option I felt I had was how and discussing your pictures with Rob was not an option." His voice had dropped to a whisper again by the end of this He continued, barely audible "After Saturday night I knew that I loved you more than ever and I had to trust you to take us both to where ever. My only wish was we would be together." A thrill went through me at this last statement but I could only think to ask incredulously, "You were excited by the spanking?" "Yes," Steve whispered his head bowed. "Go on. Tell me about it." "Oh no, don't make me do that" Our roles had reversed, Steve had changed me from being disgusted with myself into perhaps the person I was meant to be. I placed my hand on the front of his trousers and felt his excitement. I squeezed gently, "Tell me." Steve groaned. "It hurt." "Good," as I remembered how my hand had stung when I spanking him. "Is that what excited you?" Steve shook his head and said, "No it was at the beginning the excitement started. When you walked in wearing your business suit and heels. I knew then there was no way I was going to escape being punished and I don't think I really wanted to." "When you said you were going to dress me again you could have done anything to me and when I stepped into that very feminine pink dress I felt so soft and docile. I was just waiting for you to take charge of me and you did. When I opened the bedroom door and crept in the effect was immediate. No longer was I the man in here, I was in your domain. The place where you had slept with Rob and I had been summoned to be disciplined." I looked him in the eye and soon his gaze dropped submissively. "I think we will keep that dress as your punishment dress. Whenever you are told to put that on you will know what to expect." Steve just groaned. Finally I brought up the question that had most bothered me. "Why did you not have sex with me on Sunday Night?" Steve looked at me in astonishment and without any guile said, "I was shattered. It had been a wonderful weekend but I was shattered by everything we had done. All I wanted then was sleep." "Oh," I murmured. "It wasn't that you were disgusted with me?" He grabbed my arm tightly. "Oh Jenn, How could I be disgusted with you?" This restored my feelings and I felt better in myself than I had felt since before the weekend. "How about dressing, is that something you want to do again? "Yes, I think I would like to, if we can do it together." "So I can sleep with Rob again, or other men?" Steve slumped into the settee but didn't speak. Things went back to normal. The following weekend we resumed our normal sexual relations but it seemed to me Steve played down the male role even more than before leaving me to be the dominant partner. On the Friday prior to this weekend Steve did something quite unexpected. He arrived home with a lovely bouquet of flowers and presented them to me. With the flowers was a card. It said "To Jennifer, with all my love and thanks for a wonderful weekend, Steve XXX" I was totally taken by surprise. I took the flowers, said how nice they were, gave him a big hug and a nice kiss. Inwardly though I gave a rye smile as it stuck me as being a trifle incongruous that I, the now dominant partner in the relationship, should receive flowers from the sub. Surely I should have bought him flowers? I took the flowers into the kitchen to put them in water and was immediately overcome by a fit of the giggles. I could not get the image of me giving Steve flowers out of my mind. After the weekend it somehow seemed quite appropriate. Steve walked in during this, saw me giggling and demanded brusquely what was the matter. I could not explain but equally I did not want to upset his feelings so I just went to him and gave him a big hug and said, "Thankyou for a wonderful surprise, and I enjoyed the weekend too." I continued hugging him until he relaxed and hugged me back. Later that week I had a call from Steve's mother. When tidying the room the kids had used when they had stayed she had found one of their toys. Did I want her to drop it in? I tactfully commented that they had not missed it so there was no need to make a special journey. I continued the conversation by thanking her for looking after the children and for taking them out to lunch. She asked with a slight edge to her voice if we had enjoyed ourselves. I assured her we had both had a good time. She obliquely commented that Steve seemed to be in good spirits when he came to pick the children up but that he couldn't sit still. He reminded her of when he had been a small boy and been punished. I wondered whether to offer the excuse we had given the children but left it and we said our goodbyes. That evening I just told Steve his mother had called. A fortnight later, on the Saturday I saw Steve standing at the sink. My mind recalled the picture of him that Sunday morning dressed in the nightdress and my thin robe. I felt desire surge through me. That evening I power dressed again. Steve just stared at me as I walked into the room. I stood before him, bent down and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "I think you should change as well. I have laid out some clothes for you on the bed." Steve was mystified but went to see what I had laid out for him. He was back in five seconds flat. "I can't wear that unless we are alone in the house," he gasped. "Yes you can," I told him. "It's only underwear, you can put your shirt and trousers on over the top so only we will know what's underneath and besides we're not expecting anyone are we?" Steve just stared at me until I mentioned he would not get any satisfaction until he put on the underwear. "And anyway," I said, "you can think of it as Girly in disguise." Steve just stared at me whilst doing his fish impression but I could see he really wanted to put on the feminine flimsies and stockings I had put out for him. "Go," I commanded, "and do it now." Emphasising this with a slap on his bottom. Ten minutes later he was back. "There, doesn't that feel good?" Steve gave a sheepish smile and came to sit next to me. I gave him another kiss, more passionate now and ran my hand over his body. I could feel the soft, silky clothing under his shirt and trousers. "Make me a drink please?" I said and Steve rose. I watched him walk into the kitchen, he seemed to move differently now he was wearing female underwear. We made out for a while whilst we had our drinks, my hands roaming over his body beneath his male clothing. It was definitely a turn on for me as Steve was much more docile and relaxed, more like I use to be when Steve was behaving as the man. Our roles were now reversed but I felt we were now in our proper roles. As soon as I had finished my drink we went up to the bedroom. I locked the door and told him to take off his outer clothes and put on my robe. He belted it as he had that Sunday morning. As he looked at himself in the mirror I slid behind him and put my arms around his waist. "There Girly, doesn't that feel good?" I murmured in his ear. Steve groaned out a yes as my hands continued to roam over his body. "The only problem is you have nothing up here" as my hands roamed over his chest "and a small bulge down here" as my hand slid between his legs. Steve pushed himself against my hand. I turned him round and slid down in front of him "Lets get these stockings off" as I parted the robe and unclipped the garters. Steve gasped as I slid the stocking down his leg. As I did it I felt the stubble as his hair starting to grow again. Next time I'll shave him I thought. He balanced himself by holding onto my shoulders as he lifted his foot for me to removed the stocking. When the second stocking was removed I rose, put my hands around his waist and released the clips on his garter belt. "I'm sure Rob would be pleased to know his present is having so much use." He flopped against me murmuring, "Oh no," but did not try to stop me removing the belt, in fact his excitement seemed to increase. I told him to remove the robe and get into bed. I stripped, turned off the light and joined him. In the morning I once again lay awake thinking. After our talk I was no longer worried about what I had done but how was it going to continue. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to stay with Steve or that I still thought of him as a man despite his dressing, but I did start to yearn for the excitement of my night with Rob. Several weeks later the phone rang. Steve was out so I answered it. It was Rob.