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to the appreciative females.

"Here Karen. Whip your brother hard!"

His sister took the cane and moved behind him. Jeff flinched in anticipation. Karen giggled, then commanded fiercely, "Say you want to be a girl. Go on, say it!"

"I WON'T!"

SWISH, CRACK!

Jeff jumped as the cane struck. The pain was intense.

SWISH, CRACK!

He gave a cry as the cane struck his girlish panties a second time.

"Go on, say it."

He gulped, then, “I

a..g.."

SWISH, CRACK!

. I want to be...

It descended again. "I WANT TO BE A GIRL," he yelled, "just stop whipping me."

How the girls laughed! Yes, they were laughing at him in his girlish misery and pain. The cane didn't cut, but it left weals of red every stroke. He'd be bruised beneath those silky panties. His chiffon petticoats and satin dress swayed and flounced, a mass of girlish frills, tied at his neck, as he plunged and squirmed in a vain attempt to avoid his sisters cruel lashes.

SWISH, CRACK!

She shrieked, "YOU'RE A LITTLE GIRL! SAY IT! SHOUT IT!"

If only the cane would stop, stop hitting his

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Karen giggled, then commanded fiercely, "Say you want to be a girl. Go on, say it!"