sing for me, but it also kept me painfully aware of my hairless and chafed chest beneath.

Now I had to remove the high-heeled boots and the filmy pantyhose, and then parade around among the jeering and critical audience wearing only the too-tight waistcinch and the cord attaching my masculinity to the cinch in back. The girls made me keep playing with my breasts while their hands seductively inspected the effectiveness of the noose and cord in keeping my genitals down and pulled tightly back between my thighs.

While this many-handed caressing was going on, Mary and Doris began criticizing and berating me for not sticking out my chest enough and not wiggling my seat enough when I had been struttung saucily around at the highschool. They claimed that since had wanted to be a girl, they were going to insist that I be the most feminine and enticing and exhibitionistic girl possible. And since I had disobeyed them, I would have to be punished.

After tightening up the waist-cinch some more until I could hardly breathe, they fastened my wrists together again behind my back. A rope was looped around my wrists and pulled tight over the top of the closet door before it was slammed shut, thus holding me bent forward with my head against the door and my buttocks stuck out bare and unprotected toward the girls in the room.

Now each of my tormentors got a weapon to punish my bottom with. Some had pingpong pañales. Others had leather belts. One had a riding-switch. Another had a doubled dog-leash. Still another had a long flat rule The most imaginative had a tennis raquet, to

remind me of what had gotten me into this mess in the first place.

"Now, Joannie," said Doris severely. "Like any bad girl, you're going to get a spanking on your bare bottom, to teach you that you have to obey orders. And you'll get another spanking whenever you disobey, such as if you are not very nice and affectionate with Butch, during your date with him over this weekend."

A quaked in my strained, bent-over pose at the possibilities that this plan might involve, but Doris was continuing to threaten me, "I know this spanking is going to hurt, and make your cute bottom all hot and red, but we can't have you yelling and crying here. So if you make any resistance or make any noise, we'll take you outside, nearly naked as you are, and with your hands fastened behind your back, and turn you loose on the campus. Then you can see how you make out 'streaking' and getting home by yourself.' I ha visions of being arrested or otherwise discovered in this terrible condition. The humiliation would be awful, and my reputation would be ruined for life. I knew I have to bear in silence whatever she wanted to inflict upon me.

Now the spanking began. The girls walked past me in a line, each girl delivering a stinging swat with her particular instrument of punishment before circling back to the end of the line for another chance at abusing my out-thrust seat. The brisk scalding blows seemed to come in unending succession, landing continuously on my hips, my buttocks, my lower back, and my upper thighs. The heat of inflamation rose within