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Adam and Eve (The autobiography of a teenage Cross Dresser) This story is sexually explicit. Part 1 The Circle of Love Adulthood? In 1970 the law changed when you became an adult, it went down from 21 to 18, and so a few years later as we turned 18 we were adults. However in so many ways we were still teenagers. Not long after my 18th Birthday I went for what I thought was to be the last time to see my specialist Prof Mary Jones about my Gynecomastia. As usual the week before I had sent blood, urine and at the specialists request a sperm sample. I went to the appointment, and after usual physical the Prof sat me down and said that as there was no diminishing of my breasts and my hormones were still all over the place the fact my sperm count was low, she now strongly recommended hormone treatment. She said the low sperm count could be due to my hormone imbalance, although there was some studies which indicated that the fashion for tight fitting men's underwear was affecting fertility. The fact that I "tucked" so much went through my mind as well. She said my breasts had gone from III to between IV and V on the Tanner scale which was worrying although my penis and testicles were at stage V which was fine. I let the Prof have her say then I told her that now I was eighteen I was stopping the appointments and that I would not be taking any hormones and I was just going to let nature take its course. This decision had been building up for a while, I was enjoying being who I was, and gently and subtly Babs was influencing me decision. The Prof graciously accepted my decision and wished me luck for the future and said I knew where she was if I needed any help or information. On the way back to the waiting room I popped in the toilet and took off my CV as symbolic act of marking the end of that part of my life. When I got to the waiting room Babs was waiting, she came up and deliberately pushed her breasts against mine as she kissed me. Grinning she slipped her arm through mine and we walked out of the hospital for the last time. I still did wear a CV when we went out as boy - girl with friends. I tried leaving it off whenever I could and this caused many problems at home with my mother. My father just kept his head down during these storms and my sister just could not have cared less. I even tried as a show of rebellion not wearing my CV and going into town when not HF. I got odd looks and double takes that I would try to ignore but in the end I went back to wearing my CV when not cross dressed, my protest over. During this time Babs and I went down and had our interviews at Bristol University and it was disappointing, the degree Babs wanted to do wasn't going to run that September. Mine was, so I had to go home and think about it. Within a two weeks Babs was going to our local University instead. I elected to give up my place at Bristol and go there as well, I was accepted and I never regretted it. Theoretically we could still have lived at home and travel each day to the city and lectures but we wanted to spread our wings and live away from home, especially me as my relationship with my mother was deteriorating and perhaps leaving home would be for the best. Camille came up with the solution. Babs French grandma, "meme" as she was known had died recently at home where she lived in Chantilly and where Camille was born. Camille wanted to invest the money she had inherited from her mother. So she bought a small flat in the city which she would rent out and we could be the first tenants. We would be expected to pay rent but to offset some of the rent we would have to redecorate it throughout. But that was the future, we had the small problem of final exams to overcome before that. Bill and the Time Lord It all started with Babs making a discovery. One weekday evening a couple of months before we moved into the flat I got a phone call from Babs, she sounded breathy on the phone, she demanded I came round immediately as she had found something exciting. Intrigued I went round to her house, as I rang the door bell, the door flew open and Babs dragged me in. The house was empty and she pushed me upstairs. "Look at this" she said "I found this in maman's chest of drawers when I was looking to pinch a pair tights from her." On her bed was a black cardboard box, the gold writing on the box stated "Non Doctor massager." Inside the box was something that looked like a microphone with a an electrical plug on the end of its lead, The ball end of the microphone look alike was made out of a soft rubbery material. The pamphlet of instructions showed you how to turn it on and a picture of a woman applying it to the back of her neck and the base of her back. Babs plugged it in and clicked down the rocker switch and it started buzzing, it sounded like an electric shaver but it didn't feel or look like one. Although Babs had never seen one before she knew exactly what it was really for from girl talk with her friends, so she didn't bother trying it where it was illustrated in the pamphlet but put it straight on one of her nipples, "Oh that feels lovely" she said. "Take your CV of and I will try it on you." Doing as I was told she applied it to my nipple and the sensation was exciting. Babs dropped her skirt, "let's try it on Cunny." She lay on the bed and opened her legs and I stroked it up and down the outside of her knickers. Babs squealed "Oh my god that feels wonderful don't stop!" After a minute or so I slipped it under the waistband of her knickers so the vibrations were directly on her clitoris. She pushed it hard against herself and orgasmed curling up into a ball. After a minute she took the vibrator out of her knickers and turned it off. "Oh god Eve you've got to screw me now" she said, and I happily obeyed. Babs observed she had wondered why her dad had started shaving late at night but now she knew what really was going on. Well she was determined to get one of her own, reckoning every modern woman should have one but she had no idea where Camille got hers and wasn't about to ask. So where could Babs get one? At school there was quite a network of exchanging Mayfair, Penthouse and the like soft porn magazines between the boys and Babs always read whatever copies I acquired. Cosmopolitan had not long been published in the UK which Camille subscribed to and there was the News of the World. All these publications had classified adverts at the back of some sort or another for these "massagers" and vague adverts for dildos etc. So we weren't completely naive. Buying one out of the back of one of these publications seemed risky and anyway where could we have had it delivered? Babs and Hazel decided that probably the only way to get one was to try the sex shops known as "Private" shops in the next town. Hazel wanted a massager as well after I assume some graphic descriptions on its efficacy from Babs. These shops in the seedy side of town with their intimidating blacked out windows were rumoured to sell all sorts of exotic things. Not to be outdone on a Saturday afternoon just before we moved into the flat saw them catching the train into the next town and walking through the back streets to where the red light district was rumoured to be. There were a few of these private shops around there. They were in luck as they only opened in the afternoons and stayed open late in the evening. As they wandered up and down the street they noticed one which looked a little different. The outside was freshly painted in mauve and picked out in pink was the name of the shop, "Sapphic - private shop" and a logo of a woman's face with bright red lipstick and a forefinger pressed to the lips in the classic sign of "Shhh," the two eyes were heavily made up with one of the eyes closed winking. A notice below the repeated logo on the door stated "Over eighteens only, viewing strictly by appointment." This shop looked the most savoury or all those they had walked passed but the door was locked when they tried the handle. They were just about to walk away when the door was opened by a very smartly dressed handsome middle aged women. Babs recognised her immediately. "Miss Cosgrove" she said startled. "Babs isn't it?" said the women "you better come in." The girls went in and the women locked the door behind her. The inside was like an Aladdin's cave set inside Tardis. "I only usually have viewings by appointment Miss Cosgrove said "but I thought I recognised you, how can I help." "Miss Cosgrove used be a teacher at my old school" Babs explained to Hazel. Miss Cosgrove had taught Babs biology at her old school and also had run the sex education classes. About half way through one term she suddenly left. The rumour was that she had had a big bust up with the Head Mistress because the Head Mistress had found out she was a lesbian and had demanded she leave. At the end of the term a young English Literature teacher left as well. For such a good looking women in her forties to be unmarried it was probably true. "We were looking for a massager Miss," Hazel said bold as brass picking up from Babs on how to address the proprietress. "Were you indeed? you girls do grow up quick these days, I am not a teacher anymore and I hope you aren't schoolgirls anymore so you had better call me Kate." "I can't recall are you eighteen Babs?" Kate asked, Babs told her she was and starting university in a few weeks. Kate didn't bother asking Hazel as her voluptuous shape made her look much more mature than her years. "The massagers or as they are more properly known these days, "vibrators" are over there" Kate said pointing to a lit display in the corner, "but why not have a browse around as I don't have any clients coming for a couple of hours. I don't sell dirty books like the other shops along here but I supply clothing, aids and toys for the discerning adult." She emphasised the word adult looking at them sternly. "I don't mind you giggling at what you see as I hope you remember Babs I taught you that sex should be fun for consenting adults, but no sneering, just because something does not appeal to you, you are in no position to judge. If you have any questions just ask." "Crickey she still sounds like a teacher" Babs thought. The shop was split into different sections, and as the girls wandered round open mouthed, astonished and sometimes giggling as they came across clothes and lingerie made of leather and latex, also lingerie where you seemed to be buying it for what was missing rather than what was there. In one section was a range of very fancy and flamboyant dresses and lingerie which Kate explained were for Burlesque acts and were worn by both men and women. There were chains, paddles, handcuffs floggers, and riding crops. The riding crops attracted Babs attention, she took one of the display and gave it a trial swish or two, "Oh you wouldn't would you" Hazel laughed, "well I need to keep discipline, but not today" Babs said putting it back. "Oh dear I pity Eve" Hazel said with mock sympathy. Next there was a large range of sex toys of every shape and size. The girls knew what dildos were but this was the first time they had seen any let alone handle them. There was a couple of items Babs took a careful note off and stored it away in her memory for another day. By the time they had finished wandering around Kate had got out a range of vibrators on the counter for them to look at. Being an ex sex education teacher Kate was very factual as she described how each one worked along with the pro's and the cons. They did sell the identical one that Camille had and Kate approved of it as it was top of the range and very well made and being mains powered more powerful than the battery operated ones. "Trust maman to have nothing but the best" Babs commented. Both girls went for the "Non Doctor." Kate gave them a discount on the price as they were buying two as well as a pink velvet drawstring bag each to keep it in. She put them in two Dorothy Perkins carrier bags for discretion. At that moment there was a sound of a key in the front door lock, the door opened and a woman's voice called out "I am back darling," and there stood the ex Eng Lit teacher. She obviously didn't recognise Babs and only said "Sorry Kate I didn't think we had anybody coming just yet" as she went out to the back of the shop. "That is my partner Susan," Kate said looking at the two girls with raised eyebrows brooking no comment. "Yes the rumours were true" Kate said to Babs. On leaving the shop Kate gave them a business card each with her logo of the woman winking which had her phone number on. "If you need anything else or need some advice or just a chat, phone this number and we will make an appointment. Remember sex should be great for us as well, why should men have all the fun!" she said. Hazel and Babs walked back to the high street and split up Babs making an excuse she had some shopping to do. As soon as Hazel was out of sight Babs doubled back and was soon knocking on Sapphics door again. Kate let her in and a few minutes later Babs emerged with another purchase. That evening Babs tried out her new acquisition. As before the vibrator brought Babs to orgasm very efficiently. Sunday lunch time saw Babs and Hazel both grinning like Cheshire cats and giggling when I came back Old Hall's locker room. they had obviously been exchanging notes on the performance of their new purchases. As I came in through the door they started running round the locker room with arms flapping like wings and started to sing their version of Arthur Askey's "Honey Bee" song, Oh, what a wonderful thing to be, A healthy grown up busy busy bee. Toying with my lips, and tickling my cunny, I use it every day but don't tell mummy! I'd like to be a busy little bee, Being just as busy as a bee can be, Flying around my trimmed hedgerow Look how much my little button grows Buzz buzz buzz buzz, honey bee, honey bee, Buzz if you like but don't sting me, Buzz buzz buzz buzz, honey bee, honey bee, Buzz if you like, but don't sting me! They then collapsed on the locker room bench in near hysterics. So "Doctor Who" as Babs quirky sense of humour called her vibrator became part of our sex life. He was used extensively in foreplay to "tickle Missy to death" as she put but it always made Babs eager for the "real thing" afterwards. Plain or Pretty As soon as we had finished our A levels we were eager to move into the flat even if it meant we now had to commute by train back to Old Hall for work. We had no leaving Proms in those days people just drifted away after their last exam. It was amazing and sad how quickly our friends dispersed to get on with their lives. We were only eighteen and we weren't married, this was a big deal living together in a flat. Babs was going live there anyway and in the end my mother capitulated with bad grace, and I left home without her blessing. We moved into the flat about a month before our courses started at university, and the next stage of our life started. It was a development of six purpose built flats, built between the wars and they were quite large. two flats on each floor, ours was one of the ground floor flats and had a small garden. There were two bedrooms, Kitchen, bathroom, Lounge-diner with French doors opening onto a small patio and then a classic patch of grass with flower boarders on three sides. In theory the smaller bedroom known as "Adams" bedroom was mine but nobody really believed I slept in there. The place did need a lot of decorating and we spent a lot of our spare time doing all the usual decorating tasks concentrating on the main bedroom at first and then gradually made our way throughout the flat. At Old Hall if we worked late and missed the last train there was a duty room where we could get our heads down before catching the first train in the morning back to our new "home." I did not cross dress at home as we wanted to keep it special and exciting. Stripping wallpaper, sanding and general painting and decorating is not conducive to feeling or looking feminine. But not wearing a CV most evenings was wonderful and waking up every morning next to Babs was heavenly. Maud Robinson was our neighbour she had the opposite ground floor flat, she was about 75 years old, a widow and thought I was a girl. The first time we met was the day after we moved in. I was in the kitchen and cross dressed as Babs and I were going for a "girls night out" in celebration of our new found independence. The doorbell rang and Babs opened the door not realising I was in the kitchen and not in the bedroom. Maud had come across to introduce herself and brought a Victoria sponge cake she had made as a welcome present. Babs invited her in and then saw I was in the kitchen, and shrugged her shoulders at me from behind Maud. I came out of the kitchen and Babs introduced me as Eve. So that was that I was not a boy called Adam but a girl called Eve. Maud said she was very happy that two nice girls had moved in next to her. We exchanged small talk and then she left. "Well that's great I said so our neighbour thinks I am a girl!" I said. "Oh don't worry darling" Babs said airily "it will all work out, I could not introduce you as Adam dressed like that could I? and I am sure she will be happier with two girls living next door to her than a couple "living in sin." I doubt if we will ever see her anyway." Babs was not often wrong but she was wrong about that. We used to wave to Maud when we went to and from the flat she as invariably was looking out of her window. She was a great security device, any footfall on the path or our front door closing and she was there. We volunteered to do her garden as it was connected to ours by a low fence and a gate. So we mowed her lawn and did a bit of weeding when we did our own. As payment she would bake us cakes and in the summer make us lemonade. She said to Babs once, that I looked very pretty when I made an effort and I was in a skirt or a dress but that when I was in jeans and with no makeup on not even with a bit of lipstick on that I could look quite plain, she was obviously referring to me wearing normal clothes going to or from Uni. She reckoned I would never be on the arm of a nice young man unless I looked after my appearance. Babs of course found this hilarious and it became another one of our sayings, so when we went out we would have to decide if I was going "plain" or "pretty," that is dressed normally or cross dressed. So although I didn't cross dress at home, I was in the ridiculous position where I would put some makeup on when we were gardening so when Maud came out to chat to us as she usually did I would pass muster. I was subtly steered and trained for what came next, moving into the flat signalled Babs progress in her gentle subjugation of me. Often when we had sex Babs would stick her finger in my bottom just to surprise me. With the aid of KY she would slip two fingers into me which I found very erotic and after a time I would get a strange sensation inside me at the root of my penis and semen would come out unbidden without me having an orgasm, she called this Hors d'oeuvres and for some reason it always tickled Babs and she would cheer when it happened. Although Babs had got a grade A in "O" level biology and had been taught by Miss Cosgrove, prostate massage was unknown to both of us, I only knew I liked it. Babs had kept her second purchase from Sapphics secret from me but now decided I was to be introduced to it. One evening as we were lying on the bed she produced from her bedside cupboard an object and said "here I have a present for you." It was cone of solid glass with a stem and a sort of foot to stand it on was my first impression. When Babs gave it to me I said "thanks but what is it?" "This darling is a butt plug" Babs replied. "And what is it for" I asked. "Oh use your imagination" Babs said in exasperation. "No more cigar tubes now you have got this!" "Oh I see" I said nervously. Although about the same length as a cigar tube the cone flared out to twice the diameter of a cigar tube then necked in to a slim stem before the base. Babs was more eager than me to try "Bill" out as the butt plug was named. With both of us naked Babs lubricated the butt plug, got me on all fours on the bed and placed the plug against my sphincter. "Breath in and out slowly" she commanded and on my third exhalation she pushed it in until my sphincter gripped the stem and the foot was hard against me. The feeling was a hundred times better than any cigar tube and more comfortable. The full feeling was incredible and as we had sex and there was no possibility slipping out. I didn't realise it but Bill was just a training aid for what was to come. Once I had got used and enjoyed having sex with the butt plug inside me Doctor Who was introduced to me! Laying on my back on the bed with her laying by my side I was looking forward to having the butt plug inserted but after she had inserted the plug into me she got hold of the vibrator. She started rubbing the vibrator over the foot of the butt plug which was next to my sphincter and then pulsing the vibrator against the foot of the plug making the plug move within me and transmit the vibrations to my innards. The feeling was like nothing I had experienced before, I was going into sensory overload when she turned it onto high speed and it seemed to hit a natural frequency of mine and this turned me inside out, I orgasmed but it was more that I went into spasm, I was conscious of Babs moaning beside me, I was now clenching violently down on the buzzing plug and my body was trying to eject it but Babs was pushing on vibrator and was preventing me pushing the plug out. Instead of my usual orgasm, it had come over me in wave after wave which only slowly receded. I was completely unconscious of the fact that Babs had also orgasmed lying beside me. An indeterminate time later I sort of regained consciousness as Babs eased the plug out of me. Kissing me good night Babs said to me "not many people can say they have been made to cum by Doctor Who!" Female eunuch In Babs eyes I think I had passed a part of my training. She now wanted to progress. She made a phone call and made an appointment. Babs was back in the rough part of town knocking on the door with the winking woman painted on it. Kate opened the door and ushered her in. After some small talk and hesitation Babs told Kate what she wanted, which she had noticed on her first visit. "Is this for you and Hazel" Kate asked. Kate answered it was, as this was the easiest answer and it could be she thought, which made her smile at the image of using it with Hazel. Like last time Kate gathered up different designs of what Babs wanted and displayed them on the counter. Kate then explained dispassionately the different designs and gave her advice to the point where she went out the back of the shop and returned with a book in which she showed her some illustrations. In the end Babs selected what she wanted and paid getting her now usual discount. Her purchase was this time put inside a mauve carrier bag with the logo on it. "I always give my possessions names and I have thought of a name for this" Babs said holding up the bag. When she told Kate what she was going to call her purchase Kate's serious demeanour dissolved into laughter. It was time for another lesson. We had a pleasant companionable evening eating our meal of a tray and watching telly however we had been together long enough for me not to sense that Babs was a little tense and that there was frisson of excitement in the air. After clearing up, pretending to be coy she led me by the hand pleading with me to be gentle with her. As we got into the bedroom I never noticed the mauve bag under the dressing table but I did notice the self cling window sticker stuck on her mirror, it was the Logo for Sapphic. Questioning her about it she said I would learn in time. The Logo of the woman with her finger on her lips and winking seemed to be mocking me. Babs dropped her coy act and foreplay was exciting and aggressive, she was intense and to start with concentrated on my breasts and my nipples which after her attention were erect but very sensitive from the pleasure and pain she inflicted on them. Doctor Who's presence was demanded and was kept busy exciting Babs to her first orgasm. Babs now again turned her attention to me, she eased the butt plug into me and moved it slowly around, "come on Eve" she breathed in my ear "where is my Hors d'oeuvres," she found the right place and some semen appeared, she sighed and whispered "who's a clever boy." I was preparing myself for a visitation from the Doctor but instead she suddenly slipped one of her mother's pink sleep masks over my eyes. She commanded me not to remove the mask as she had a lovely surprise for me, and I felt her get off the bed. In nervous anticipation I waited because I could never predict or in some ways trust what Babs was going to do. I heard her moving round the room and a bit of rustling and then a couple of snaps which for all the world sounded like bra straps. At Last she told me to remove the mask. She was stood before me hands on hips, grinning, "this Germaine isn't she beautiful! she exclaimed. Babs was naked but for a strap on dildo. The strapping was made out of pink latex. The front was a pink triangle about the size of a bikini's bottom from which protruded a realistically shaped but bright pink dildo. "Oh my god" was all I could say. "Do you like her?" Babs asked "I love her. I think she's fantastic." She turned round and started admiring herself in the cheval mirror cupping her breasts, moving and turning so she could see herself from every angle, she looked for all the world as if she was trying on a new dress in a shop. She shook her hips which made Germaine waggle from side to side and she laughed seductively. The straps from the front at the top of the triangle swept up over her hips and jointed at the back as a belt. At her back two emerging straps from between her legs went around the bottoms of her cheeks and up and attached to the belt at her hips. There were two sets of gold "D" rings one on each hip and I could see she had cinched the straps tight so the whole thing was like a second skin and made her bottom cheeks more pert if that was at all possible. "I chose her because she is the same size as Billy butt plug and she is giving me the best wedgie ever" she said giggling. Its girth was the same as the plug which was a little bigger than me but it was much longer and had quite a curve to it and looked anatomically correct with a sculptured glans and the shaft was deeply ribbed with a network of engorged veins. I got straight away the significance of the name for this weapon. Germaine Greer was a hero of Babs, her book The Female Eunuch was next to Babs copy of her Victorian Petticoat Punishment book on her book shelf all of which had inspired her. "Come kiss me" she said in her devastatingly insisting way that I could never resist. I got up still with the putt plug inside me and she pulled me to her and kissed me hard and passionate with her tongue forcing itself to the back of my throat. The feeling of the dildo between us pressing against my stomach was disturbing. "Why don't you touch her" she said gently getting hold of my hands and placing them on it. She gyrated her hips making it slide between my fingers, it felt slightly cool, firm yet soft at the same time, and huge. "Give her a kiss I have put some of my own juices her" she said, pushing on my shoulders forcing me onto my knees. I kissed it and it smelt and tasted of Babs. Now cover her in KY for me please," I obeyed. "Well my darling the time has come, you have been fucking me with JT all this time and I have loved it, Germaine and I am now going to fuck you and I hope you love it as much as I do, what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." Under her directions I put a pillow on her bed and lay down with it in the small of my back and my hips slightly in the air. On her knees she got between my legs. I was really anxious and my nerves were singing but she had trained me well so I was obedient. Babs eased the butt plug out of me and got hold of Germaine and rotated it through 180 degrees so instead of curving up it was now curving down. I felt Germaine's head slip between my cheeks and press against my sphincter which was still recovering from the butt plug, Babs gave me a very loving look and blew me a kiss from her position between my wide open legs, and at the same time started to gently pulse the head against me. With subtle pressure she got the tip in. She whispered in my ear to relax "come on baby she is not that much bigger than Billy just relax." The gentle pressure started again and I felt myself opening up. The KY made it easier for Babs to very, very slowly ease it into me. I seemed to be opening wider and wider, then the sensation changed as I could feel it right inside me as the contours and veins on the shaft passed inside. Babs was panting hard now as was I with the extraordinary sensation of having something that large inside me. She then started to withdraw it and just when I thought she was taking it out she pushed it back in, quicker this time. The contoured shaft passing over my sphincter was sending me crazy and she pushed it in even further. Babs thrust forward and I began to feel completely possessed as the full sensation travelled further and deep inside me. She went on and on until I felt the her latex covered Mons pressed against my perineum. I now didn't know where I finished and Babs began, Germaine was acting as a hardwired conduit between us. Grinning Babs dipped her hips back and Germaine withdrew somewhat only for her to be thrust back in as Babs flexed forward until I felt her bump my perineum again. Babs now ground her mons against me which made me splay my legs out as far as I could. I didn't know at the time but the flared base of Germaine had nodules on the other side and Babs was grinding herself against them. The sequence of withdraw, thrust, grind continued until I could feel the waves of orgasm starting to wash over me as red hot flashes rising from deep inside me and expanding out to the tips of my fingers, toes, face and scalp. The frequency and intensity of these flashes increased like a strobe at a Rave until everything exploded including my ejaculation in what can only be called ecstasy. Due to the solid conduit formed between myself, Germaine and Babs, Babs was in lock step and synchronised with me, as I ejaculated Babs orgasmed as well but still had the presence of mind to cup her hands over the end of my penis and capture my semen and stop it spraying everywhere, as she thrust herself against me even harder and pushing Germaine in until it felt although anatomically impossible she had entered my stomach. A long, long time later the first sensation I had was of the fullness receding as Babs withdrew Germaine. Babs padded out to the bathroom, I could hear the shower running and then she came back sans Germaine. Babs said "I had a handful of your gorgeous goo, I don't know where you get it all from, take a shower I've left the shower running, I will put the kettle on darling. Germaine is in the hand basin make sure you clean her properly!" I did as I was told which was now second nature to me. Washing Germaine I realised it was made of two parts, the dildo was completely removable from the latex thong and straps. Sitting on the sofa in our dressing gowns, with a cup of tea completely sated and sleepy and the muscle memory of where the butt plug and Germaine had been slowly dying away inside me. I tried to explain to Babs the difference in the orgasm I had normally had and what I had just experienced. Babs shrugged "well what did you expect you have just been fucked like a girl so you have had a girl's orgasm," then she smiled at me, "that's my gift to you because I love you." I asked her why she had rotated Germaine through 180 degrees. She replied that was what Kate had recommended for face to face anal sex as the she would follow the curve of me inside better and would massage my prostate rather than poke it as it travelled by. When we did it doggy style which was what we would try next she would leave Germaine pointing up. She also now knew all about the prostate as Kate had explained that as well being shown a diagram from one of Kate's text books. It was really handy that our sex toy supplier was a qualified biology and sex teacher. Babs recounted that when she first went and asked for a strap on, Kate had assumed it was for her and Hazel to use. Babs never disabused her of the idea however Kate's teacher training had kicked in and she had explained all about the strap on and how to use it in every situation with a woman and a man. "Also Hazel and I using Germaine is an interesting idea" she said grinning teasingly at me. I would never know whether they did or not. As a healthy young couple we had sex about four to five times a week. Most of the time it was not elaborate and sometimes Babs would just say she wanted, a "quickie" or just say "let's fuck" to make her sleepy, she would then climb on top and look at me expectantly. In normal conversation we never swore, people just didn't in those days. Being at university and working at Old Hall had exposed us to more colourful language especially in the kitchen of Old Hall where the atmosphere could be quite frenetic and blue at the height of service. In the bedroom Babs had started to enjoy "talking dirty" as she called it and "screwing" and "fucking" were now part of her sex vocabulary, however she still referred to the parts of her body by the nick names she gave them. Even out in the street or in a cafe she would whisper in my ear "I am going to screw your brains out tonight or "I want you to fuck me very hard tonight" and then smile at me innocently. Next morning just as we were leaving for lectures I saw Babs kiss her forefinger and then lay it on the forefinger of the Logo on her mirror in a sign of thanks and affection. With great intuition Babs restricted Germaine to about once a month so as to keep her special. We tried her in all sorts of positions. The next one was doggy style. With me feeling very vulnerable on my hands and knees on her bed Babs came up behind me and slowly pushed Germaine against me, with her calming words and stroking my back I relaxed and let Germaine enter. Again the fullness travelled up inside me until I felt Babs Mons pushing at me. She slowly worked Germaine in and out and grinding herself against me when Germaine was in to the fullest extent. As the waves started to flash through me as before, Babs leant forward and grabbed my plait and pulled my head back and it was in this position with Babs demonstrating her total power over me that I experienced for a second time this different type of orgasm. The next time Babs lay on the bed and I got on top. Germaine was rearing up and I was instructed to impale myself on her. The orgasm was similar however, Babs didn't like this position as she was not in total control, so that was the first and last time. face to face with her on top or doggy style were how I received Germaine. In the face to face position Babs body pressing against me made my testicles receded to the position they hid in when I tucked. Face to face we were almost equal but if Babs wanted to reinforce just who was paramount she would take me from behind and yank my head back with my plait to send home her message of control. Tiny Dancer Hazel handed me a little package in the changing room. "Here you go Eve have some fun with this, open it when you get home." she said. That evening back at the flat I opened the package, both Babs and I were intrigued. Inside was an item wrapped in tissue with the now familiar logo on it. "Well this looks promising" Babs remarked seeing the logo. Inside the tissue was what looked like a flesh coloured pair of knickers. Hazel had slipped a note inside which read "this a "Gaff," it is what female impersonators wear to tuck. Good luck! P.S. They do them in lovely pink as well, just right for a big girl like you!! Love Hazel." Babs chuckled and insisted I try it on. They worked well, made out the same material as control knickers but firmer it was in a "G" string style and easily kept everything in place. My testicles went up their well trodden paths and settled in my groin. "Well I wonder what else she was buying there" Babs mused stroking the logo on the tissue paper. We were soon to find out. Hazel was struggling into a pair of tights in the locker room jinking her hips left and right easing the waist band over her womanly hips when she invited us out for night out to a show. "it's a bit of a racy night club but high class, and I expect you Eve "en grande tenue" it will be such great fun" she said offering her back to me so I could zip her into her waitress dress. Terry was very much into his am dram. He had been member since he was small, his all out favourite part was when he had taken on a female role as Mary lennox in Secret Garden. At Christmas he always played one of the ugly sisters or Widow Twankey in their annual their pantomime. Since his relationship with Hazel his confidence had grown. The Christmas before we left school he managed to persuade the group to let him be the fairy godmother in their production of Cinderella. The costume the group used for this had two purposes, it could be for Tinkerbelle in Peter Pan or a fairy godmother. The main part of the costume was a sequined leotard and if you were Tinkerbelle the pull on netting skirt was short, almost a tutu and if you were the fairy godmother you wore a netting skirt that was well below the knees. Clip on wings, a wand and white satin ballet shoes were used for both characters. On the final night of the run a load us went from school to support him and for a laugh. To play up to us he came on dressed as Tinkerbelle instead and brought the house down, he did have very nice legs! In his latest role he played Rosalind in Shakespeare's As you Like It. At one point in the play as a male actor he was playing a woman who is pretending to be a man acting the part of a woman!! Go figure. One of our first tasks in the flat had been to construct some built in wardrobes. Babs was eminently practical and could handle hand and power tools as well as I could. We were very proud of our wardrobes, Babs of course had the big one in "her" bedroom and I had my clothes in the small bedroom, it was practical and did keep up appearances. All my "pretty" stuff was mixed up with her clothes. For bras, knickers, skirts etc I had to root around in her chest of drawers or wardrobe to find what I wanted. "We need to pull all the stops out for Hazel's do" Babs said "so we will wear what we had for Helens Alumnae dinner. So my Grecian Goddess dress which hung in Babs wardrobe was the order of the day. On the evening we got ready, I now was completely at ease at getting dressed "pretty," doing my hair and makeup etc. I elected to wear my gift from Hazel which Babs christened "manickers." The fact that manicker in Swedish meant gadgetry amused Babs no end. "I have got something to add a bit of class for you, I have borrowed a wide silver filigree belt from mum and for us I have borrowed a couple of pair my mum's evening gloves." Babs said. My gloves were cream to match my dress and Babs were white. The sensation was odd but nice to wear these satin gloves that came up well above the elbow. The filigree belt was a touch of sophistication. As it was going to be a very late evening Hazel and Terry were going to stay with us after the show. The train station was just round the corner from our flat so Babs put on her mums Russian fox fur stole and I put on my faux fur stole that we had bought at the local market. We walked round to pick Hazel and Terry up from the train, speculating on the way what they would be wearing. So it was a surprise as we stood in all our finery on the station to see only Hazel step of the train. Responding to our question where was Terry?, Hazel replied airily he would be joining us later. Hazel had on a beautiful red evening gown and evening jacket which fitted like glove, accentuating her large bust and enticing hips. It was celebration of her mother's skill as a dressmaker. Outside the station we jumped in a taxi as "Squires" as the night club was called was the other or town. At the night club Hazel handed over three fancy pasteboard tickets and we went in, we checked in our stoles and Hazel checked in her little evening jacket. we went into the main auditorium, our numbered table was right in the middle near the back with a great view of the stage. The lights were up and there was quite a hubbub as people moved about the tables chatting and waitresses skilfully weaving in and out with drinks trays held up one handed at shoulder level. We ordered gin and tonics which were eye wateringly expensive and waited for the show to start. We viewed the waitresses costume with professional interest, the sleeveless and halter neck body of the costume was styled like a tuxedo with a bow tie etc and very high cut legs some wore fishnets and others barely black tights, all wore black stiletto's. "Sometimes we don't know how lucky we are working at Old Hall" Hazel said as one girl went by with a huge tray of drinks, Babs and I whole heartedly agreed. The band in the shallow pit in front of the stage struck up and the lights dimmed. The show was comp?red by a guy mimicking Leonard Sach's in "The Good Old Days." We were still worried where Terry was but Hazel said for us to wait and see. It was a variety show of mostly unknown acts but the top billing was the comedian les Dawson. First on was a magician, and then an eastern European acrobat act with muscularly bare chested men and very lithe women. The comp?re announced the next act as "Rosy Selavy." A slim girl came on dressed as a saloon entertainer in a western, in a fancy multi coloured dress with multi layered petticoats all of whose hem was cut high at the front low at the back to reveal stocking tops, suspenders and heavy frilled knickers, looking as if she had just stepped out of a spaghetti western. She started to sing Desperado by Linda Ronstadt, Babs kicked me under the table and whispered with a squeak in my ear "don't you see who it is!!" I stared at the stage and it dawned on me it was Terry! I could not take my eyes of him, he looked so convincing. He had a great voice and stage presence. Babs shouted above the applause at the end of his number to Hazel "I know where that costume came from and I adore his big frilly knickers." "Yeah, I didn't dare ask mum to make it, the knickers are called Pettipants and are imported from America, they are for Square Dancing really," Hazel replied. Terry or should I say Rosy then sang Jolene by Dolly Parton. The three of us were transfixed and at the end of the song I stood up, cheered and clapped. Looking round I saw Hazel and Babs grinning up at me so I sat down a bit shame faced, but he had been fantastic. The lights went up and people started milling around with most heading for the toilets. We stayed where we were as we knew the queue for the ladies would be enormous apart for the fact we had had only one gin and tonic. The lights went back down for the second half and people were starting to anticipate Les Dawson. The first act was an hypnotist who was very good and because we were near the back there was no chance of us being chosen to be humiliated. After he left the stage, all the stage lights went out and after a pause for effect the band started to play an instrumental version of "I will always love you." A single spot light went on and lit "Rosy" still in the same costume sitting on a single chair, wearing a large hat with feathers in the middle of the stage. Both Babs and I were agog but Hazel had a knowing smile. Rosy unpinned his hat and hung in on the back of chair and started to peel off his gloves, he then stood up took a couple of combs out of his hair and gave his head a shake and the long tresses of his wig came tumbling down. next he reached round his back and undid and took of his skirt, then his petticoats one by one coquettishly removing them cheers and clapping as he primly put them over the back of the chair saucily bending over and wiggling his bottom as he did so, he then posed for the audience dressed in his corset, pettipants, stockings and high heels. Rosy was doing a striptease! Next he took off his shoes, put one foot on the chair and slowly unclipped one stocking and peeled it seductively down his leg, next came the other stocking. Rosy then put his shoes back on and stood and posed for the audience in his corset and knickers. He had the audience in the palm of his hand, especially the men who had no idea he wasn't a young woman. Rosy started to unhook the corset's front without revealing what was underneath, when it was completely unhooked he turned his back to us and took it off. looking over his shoulder he winked at the audience and turned round wearing just his pettipants and high heels but he had his hat covering his chest. He did a couple of false reveals to tease the audience and make them laugh, the timing was perfect so he could sing the last chorus of the song, there was a loud applause and whistles when the song ended. This time all three of us were on our feet applauding. Rosy bowed, did a curtsy and then skipped of the stage being careful to keep the hat strategically placed. When things quietened down Babs said to Hazel "mine is called Eve from now I am going to call yours Rosy!" There was now a long pause as Les Dawson was fashionably late on stage. Just before Les came on Terry arrived at our table redressed in a little black dress, quite plain but very elegant, Hazel gave him a big kiss on the lips and Babs and I kissed him on the cheek, yes even me I was so caught up in the moment and entranced by his act. Terry sat down, and a bottle of champagne arrived with a note which said "from two new fans." At this point Les Dawson was announced and he shambled on stage and sat down at the piano and his act started. We laughed ourselves silly at les Dawson's act. After Les left the stage the lights came up a bit but not too high and we sat chatting as we drank the champagne. Babs and I had so many questions but it was decided to wait until we got home for them to tell us their story. We were about to leave when two women came up arm in arm, Babs, Hazel and Terry greeted them as if they knew them, they were introduced to me as Kate and Susan the owners of Sapphic. They complemented "Rosy" on his act and then left. Unnervingly Kate looked at me steady all through the encounter and as they were leaving Kate gave me a long slow wink just like her logo. I had the feeling for maybe the first time ever I had been "read." We now knew who had bought the champagne. Everything Rosy wore that evening had come from their shop. We got a taxi back to the flat and sat around chatting and drinking hot chocolate. Over our hot drinks we pumped Hazel and Rosy as Babs now called Terry for their story. Firstly Rose Selavy was a French cross dressing artist from the 1920's, so that's where the stage name came from. Rosy for a while had fancied doing a variety act but hadn't really known what to do. When Hazel and Babs had visited Sapphic to get the vibrators Hazel had taken special notice of the Vaudeville and Burlesque clothing. On a separate occasion she and Terry went back to Sapphics and Rosy was born. Discretion was essential in Kate's business so she never told Hazel that Babs had also returned on her own mission, and we didn't tell her either. The singing had been his first act but Rosy wanting to exploit his dancing past which was his first love but they could not devise a dancing sequence which was entertaining enough and so doing a striptease act evolved from that. He had been to a few auditions and this had been his first booking. Babs asked "do they know you are a boy?" "They never asked and I never told them" Rosy replied. Us calling Terry Rosy wasn't such a stupid idea as Terry's surname was Rose, this had often been another reason for him to be bullied as a kid, a bit like the song "a boy named Sue" and was the same reason I never revealed my first name was Evelyn. He told us as a kid other kids would chant "Terry Rose, Terry Rose, Terry sat on a pin and Terry Rose!." At stupid o clock we went to bed. Hazel and the newly christened Rosy had "Adam's" room, it had a four foot wide bed in it as it could take nothing bigger so it was going to be a tight squeeze. We heard Hazel's throaty laugh a couple of times as we turned out our lights. Domesticity Next day we were not at lectures so after Hazel and Rosy left we set to, to carry on decorating. Both dressed in boiler suits we were papering a wall in wood chip when the bell rang. It was my mother, with some post for me. She was very frosty, this was the first time she had been to the flat. We offered her a cup of tea and she accepted. After the cuppa we showed her round the flat. She was obviously thawing when she saw what we had done and that it was not a den of iniquity. The icing on the cake was that in "Adam's" room there was a neat pile of my ironed "plain" clothes on the bed ready to put away and a pile of text books on the desk and in Babs room was a pile of what look like Babs clothes although they were in fact both of ours, this neat domesticity met with my mother's approval. We usually studied at the gate legged dining table together but I had put our books in my room out of the way while we were decorating. This was the beginning of our relationship getting back to normal with my mother and all due to a neat pile of ironed clothes and a pile of books. Washing and ironing was a shared task between us, and we were very grateful that Camille had had a Hoover Keymatic washing machine installed. Drying was done outside on a rotary washing line. On one of Camille's unannounced visits to her new investment she was aghast to see a load of bra's and knickers on the washing line for everyone to see. "You can't have your panties on show for everyone to see" she scolded Babs, and immediately went out and bought a clothes horse which I had to assemble on the patio away from prying eyes and Babs was ordered to remove the offending articles of the line and put them on the horse. She instructed Babs that only clothes she was happy to seen walking down the street in went on the clothes line. Babs shrugged in incomprehension but obeyed. "Panties?" I said once Camille had gone. "Yeah, that's what maman call knickers, it's the way she was taught English. I used to call them panties when I was small but the girls at school laughed at me so I called them knickers. I think panties sounds alright with an American or French accent but sounds silly in and English accent." Camille's unannounced visits were quite frequent at the beginning, she was obviously checking up on us to make sure we weren't having wild parties and upsetting the other residents. This was another reason not to cross dress when at home. One of the letters my mum brought round was from my old specialist Prof Jane Jones, she had sent me details of a new range of CV's. The compression was now in a band just round the breasts with the rest of the garment of ordinary cotton material. I got a couple and they were much more comfortable. The compression was light and it did not flatten me completely in fact it looked as I had pecks! I had had some slight concern about my figure. All my male friends with exception of Terry had bulked up in the last year of school, due to playing a lot of sport and the end of puberty coming over the horizon. However both my parents were slim with my mother being almost skinny. So my genes meant I was never going to be a Charles Atlas, not even if I bought a Bullworker which were popular with some of my friends. Not playing rugby or football and my hormone imbalance meant I stayed slim. The rigor, discipline and hard work waitressing meant I had lost some weight as well and I could now easily wear everything of Babs. Some days later I came home to a small bag on the dining table with the now familiar logo on it. "Open it" Babs called from the bedroom. Inside were three pairs of "manickers," black, white and pink. "I didn't get you a gold lame pair, not unless you want to do a striptease double act with Rosy!." Mind you there was a shiny black latex pair which I might buy you if your very good!" So fan belts faded into history. Control knickers and manickers is what I wore under my skirts and dresses mostly from then on. Most of our skirts were pleated or of a full cut so it was not really necessary for me to tuck but it had became a habit and was part of the procedure to get me in the mind set of going "pretty." Bad ideas and a Salutary Lesson For supposedly intelligent people we did do some stupid things and mostly it was me that suffered. A few examples were:- Renting the flat from Camille with her unannounced inspections meant we had to keep the place clean, which was fine and both of us were quite house proud and the redecorating produced a lot of dust. One day I was doing the vacuuming which we took turns to do. Babs had threatened to get me one of Old Halls waitress uniforms and make me wear it round the house when I was doing the cleaning, this was an enticing but idle threat because if Camille had caught me dressed that way it would have taken a lot of explaining away. We had a cylinder vacuum cleaner and I had finished cleaning the carpet and had taken the head of the hose and was using the open end to get into some awkward corners in the bedroom. I was bent over and my backside must have made a tempting target because Babs whacked me on the backside with her hair brush. My jeans and wallet in my back pocket protected me from the sting but it still made me jump up. I turned towards Babs and completely accidently the vacuum hose sucked onto her left breast. We both laughed but Babs said the sucking sensation was very sensuous. So we were soon both topless and experimenting on each other's breasts with the hose and then naked on the bed and our experiments went south from our breasts. My erect penis was the first to be vacuumed and was sucked right into the pipe which Babs found hilarious and I found very painful, I was rolling around on the bed fighting to get the pipe of my penis and Babs was doubled up with laughter, I pleaded with her and in the end I convinced her I could only get it out by her turning the machine off. Extracting my penis from the tube it came out bright red very sore where it was engorged with blood from the vacuum. Bill the solid glass butt plug was a favourite toy of ours and we had discovered that putting it in the fridge added to its effect and the sensation was startling but erotic. Babs had an idea, she wanted to chill some water in the fridge and then squirt into me with her douche bulb. I didn't see why not and it might be fun. So one evening as foreplay Babs slid the nozzle of the douche into me and squeezed the bulb full of chilled water into me. The sensation as the water rushed into me was amazing and as it was chilled I could feel it making its way through my vitals. For about a minute everything was fine but then I was hit by a massive cramp and an undeniable urge to use the toilet. I rushed to the bathroom and just about made it. Babs stood at the door of the bathroom and said to me grinning "I suppose not every idea is a good idea and look on the bright side you will be nice and clean inside." She then grimaced in sympathy as I groaned as another cramp gripped me. We both enjoyed being spanked. Laying across Babs lap dressed in just a bra and knickers and feeling her hand trail up and down my spine before the sting as spanked me with her open hand was very erotic and guaranteed to give me a raging erection and if she went on long enough could bring me to orgasm, as I could her. One time when we were visiting her parents Babs went rooting in the garden shed and found something which she slipped into her shopping bag. When we got back to the flat Babs pulled the contents of the shopping bag out with a flourish. It was a paddle ball bat without the elastic and ball. The bat was obviously quite old and of top quality, made out of highly polished laminated wood with a handle bound in leather like a tennis racquet it looked like an over large table tennis bat. "The elastic snapped and we lost the ball years ago" Babs explained "and I thought we might use it for you know what," and then smacked herself on the backside with it. "Wow that stings!" she said grinning, and it did as Babs insisted we both tried it. When used judicially its large face produced the right amount heat, sting and pleasure well distributed over the cheek to which it was applied. One of experiences which had been exciting and with a tinge fright or jeopardy had been when Babs had put a sleep mask on me when I was introduced to Germaine. laying there not knowing what was going to happen next was quite an experience. one evening after we had been out for a meal in a Pizzaland not far from us. I had gone out "pretty" and we had a really nice evening just two girls having a meal together. We came back home and were hot for sex. We hadn't had been out for ages and the fun of being dressed as a girl had excited both of us. Babs had been running her foot up the inside of my leg and under my skirt during the meal and rubbing the front of my knickers with her toes. Back at the flat we fell on each other and were soon naked. Babs gently pushed me back onto the bed and then got the pink sleep mask out and put it on me. She ordered me to roll onto me front. I was now feeling very vulnerable. I felt her wrap what felt like a stockings around my wrists and ankles. I got a sharp smack on my bare bottom cheek when I asked what was going on. "Shhh my darling this is going to be exciting" Babs breathed. One by one she pulled the stockings tight and obviously tied them of somehow so I was spread-eagled face down on the bed. The stockings still had plenty of stretch in them so although vulnerable I was comfortable. She started by running her finger nails all over my skin, setting up goose bumps everywhere. Then I felt something different from her nails, not unpleasant, just different. There was then a rapid light tapping on my right buttock then a swishing sound and I felt a sharp sting on my right buttock. The pain was just right, it was very erotic. She proceeded to repeat this all over my back, buttocks and legs. I could twitch in my restraints which my body did automatically, I myself was completely immersed in the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. At some point my restraints were released and I was ordered to turn over and the restraints were retied. The tapping and the sting was reapplied all over my stomach, breasts and thighs, she did tap the top of my very erect penis a few times but although I tensed myself for the sting she licked and sucked it instead. I felt her get on the bed and get astride me, and then the red hot wet sensation as she mounted me. She kissed me on the lips and then took of my mask. Smiling at me she said "meet another new friend, this is Hortense." It was a bright red riding crop. Brushing the leather keeper of the crop across my lips she said "kiss her hello." I did as I was told. She continued to torture my nipples with the flickering tongue of Hortense. Babs was very flushed and bright eyed, she was obviously enjoying inflicting the strikes of Hortense which produced my whimpers and yelps of pain and pleasure. As we came to orgasm she jammed the shaft of Hortense between my teeth, I orgasmed biting down on the shaft, and being tethered made it yet another extraordinary experience. later after Babs had released me I found out how she had managed to tie me up. Our bed had a divan base and both ends were drilled to accept the bolts for the headboard. My hands had been tied to the vertical bars to which the headboard was attached and cleverly Babs had fitted brass ring door knockers to the holes at the foot of the bed. The bed valance disguised Babs modification. Hortense was named after Mademoiselle Hortense De Chambonnard, Babs's hero. Babs told me she had first seen a riding whip on display at Sapphics, but found out she could buy a suitable one from the local Equestrian shop at under half the price. Also at Sapphics she had seen a wooden paddle and that's what had reminded her of the discarded paddle ball bat in her parents shed. So Babs had quite an arsenal, the hairbrush, paddle bat and Hortense the riding crop all three could be used for either pleasure or punishment as well as her bare hand which was definitely just for pleasure. In about a year we had gone from never having seen a sex toy to having a vibrator, a butt plug, a strap on dildo, paddle and a riding crop! Hortense was used for one memorable time as my punishment. I was usually punished with the hair brush being given ten to twenty strikes on my bottom if I had upset Babs. I was compliant to Babs wishes so proper punishment was rare, if however I did step out of line Babs could be merciless. We never went to bed angry, we always kissed and made up and sex was at its most passionate after I had been punished. I sometimes went to the match with my mates from University and when rolling in late and drunk, was banished to my own room for smelling of stale beer and smoke from one of the many pubs that circled the football ground. It was coming in from one of these nights out with the lads after a our city football derby where our team had won, being a little tipsy I had unknowingly knocked a Lladro figurine off a shelf and smashed it. This figurine had been Babs grandmothers, and when Babs discovered it in bits in the morning she was incandescent with rage. She let loose with the first thing that came to hand which was Hortense, with all her might. Due to my conditioning over the years I let myself be punished as I was really sorry for what I had done and thought I thoroughly deserved it. After her anger had dissipated I was left with bleeding welts and corrugated bottom and thighs. I was shaking with pain and humiliation. Babs came to her senses and was horrified at what she had done. She begged forgiveness and promised never to do it again. For the next few days she tended to my wounds and during this time I missed a couple of lectures as I could not sit down and I had to change in the toilet at work so nobody else could see the very red lines of Hortense's vicious kisses. As my wounds got better so Babs apologetic manner slowly disappeared. However she did offer herself to be punished by Hortense as reparation but I could not bring myself to do it, but she insisted I punish her with the hairbrush. Stripped naked she lay over the dressing stool and ordered me to hit her as hard as I could. Usually when I spanked her with my hand or paddle when she was bent over my lap she would masturbate at the same time and could orgasm after about twenty smacks. This time she kept her hands at her side and I was ordered to use the hair bush as I had refused to use Hortense. I stopped after ten strikes and she ordered me to the give her ten more, by then her cheeks instead of being cherry red were now dark red and even black. She ordered another ten but I stopped after couple as she was now bleeding and I could not see for the tears in my eyes. I got on my knees and stopped the bleeding by kissing and gently licking her wounds, She got up and kissed me and we tasted the astringent iron of her blood together. She said "thank you, I promise never to hurt you like that again." Lying in bed afterwards, to cheer Babs up I told her about my last spanking I had had from my mother whilst dressed in her pink satin slip and my very first erection, we both had a good laugh at my predicament and everything was back to n