Thudingly

With both of her hands on the table, near the corner, Summer looked directly ahead. From her position to Stacey's left she had been staring right at my bellybutton until the order for Stacey and I to change position folded us both in two. Now that I was kneeling, Summer was looking directly into my eyes as she waited for my, (wait, correction) our Mistress to begin her flogging.

woosh.

The flogger stuck, perfectly centred on her ass in an upward strike. Summer smiled and wiggled her behind, inviting more.

woosh.

The second strike landed with a tiny increase in ****. Summer's smile widened and her eyes closed a little as she relaxed into the flogging.

"It is time to confess your sins Summer ─ how have you been naughty?" asked Mistress F as she continued the light flogging.

"I betrayed my husband." Summer's eyes drifted close.

WooSH!

Summer's eyes shot open and her smile imploded in shock. As far as I was aware, this was her first ever flogging. Mistress had really pulled up with the entirety of her upper body to deliver actual punishment.

"How did you betray him?" Mistress returned to the light flogging, showing that the session was continuing.

"I snooped through his private files." confessed Miss Summer (I wonder what she found.)

"What did you find?"

woosh.

"I found porn."

"Describe the porn, in detail."

woosh.

"Most of it was just text files; stories. There were a few photos of women wearing tights, some women kissing each other. What surprised me were the trans women; I didn't realise they were trans to begin with ─ they were all in a folder labelled tg, which I had incorrectly guessed to mean the girls."

wooSH.

"You were not incorrect - they are girls, at least maidens. Trans woman are women: repeat."

In unison Stacey, myself and Summer repeated the truth: "Trans woman are women."

"Good girls. So did you read any of the stories?"

woosh.

"Yes!"

woosh.

Mistress caught the ends of the flogger and waited patiently for more details. When Summer realised that the flogging had paused her eyes started to hunt about while her fuzzy brain searched for meaning.

"What was in the stories?" prompted Mistress.

"Lots of things. Men being kidnapped and made to wear women's clothes. Women being brainwashed to think that sexual acts were casual and normal. Lots of the stories had story codes such as fd, ****-fem, tg, ****, hypno. And just so much obsession with nylon and pantyhose. It's just clothing. I didn't understand the obsession."

woosh.

Summer smiled comfortably and continued with her confession. "Some of the stories had the victims ****, and then by the time the chemicals had left their system, they were permanently turned into new people."

"Imagine that." Mistress injected with her biggest smile. "Which story caught your attention the most strongly? Or was the most memorable?"

Summer thought for a moment.

woosh.

"Oh there was a strange one that seemed a little out of place from the rest. It was about a cad that dated fat women, (he probably had low self esteem) and he would **** their gratitude. Eventually he dumped the wrong women because it turned out that she was a witch. One day she ambushed him in the parking lot of his work and put a necklace around his neck and told him that he couldn't take it off. Then she just left. He found that he couldn't take it off, and after some tribulation he went back to her, to discover that she lived with her sister and their mother. All three were obese and proceeded to issue commands that he found himself unable to resist or ignore.

They explained that the green amulet on the neckless was cursed and it gave them the power to control him. They had him to more and more disgusting and humiliating things, (which he fully deserved).

All the while he was planning on escape and how he could trick them into removing the necklace. Then the mother laughed and told him that they could all hear his thoughts. She reached out and put her hand over the amulet and issued a command that caused the stone from the amulet to sink into his skin. It passed into his bone and the skin closed up over the hole where it had sunk into his chest. All three of them cackled and the woman that he had abused informed him that now he could never escape."

woosh.

"and did the story say how he felt, when he realised that he would never be able to escape?"

"Yes. He was horrified. It was strangely erotic. The feeling of having total control over a man. Such a reversal of fortune."

"I think you mean a role reversal ─ but I agree: Having total control over someone is powerfully erotic for some people." Mistress continued the light flogging, though now that Summer's bottom was, (probably) nice and red the impacts were a little more forceful.

"Was your crime limited to reading his personal files?"

Summer bit the left side of her bottom lip. Some part of her wanted to keep the next part of her confession in.