A harsh slap across the face brings me back from my dazed stare at the television. I always thought it would start like this, sudden, yet the smack still brought tears to my eyes. I turned to look at her quickly as I was jerked up out of my seat on the couch. I still can’t get used to this, she changes, more man now than anything else and the look in her eyes is enough to make me shiver. I’m not a small woman, standing at 5’6 about 130 pounds, 34 D tits and wide hips with a nice round ass. I’m not exactly easy to push around, yet she does. We’re actually pretty close to the same size, only she’s way more masculine, broad shoulders, tight hard muscles and yet it’s her eyes that always make me melt, and cringe. Another smack brought me back from these thoughts and once again I made the mistake of saying she, I bite my tongue but it’s too late I get another hard smack for the ultimate sin. Although female, we never refer to her as such when she’s like this. I don’t dare rub my cheek; it would only make it worse. She throws me down on the couch, ass up and rips off my pajama shorts. Once again, I don’t dare object or move as I hear her belt come off her pants, and I get a hard lash across my lower back. I bite my bottom lip in pain and intense pleasure and at the sudden urge to cry out as another harsh lash across my ass sounds through the house. I remember now why I didn’t want us to have neighbors. I’m told to turn back around, another smack across the cheek, and she reminds me that I’m to look at nothing but the ground.
She grabs a shoe string from the dresser drawer and tells me to put my hands in front of me.