Oblivious

Daddys home

The next day was spent mostly waiting in anticipation, I know how I look and how my dad is sure to react, I've kept my head down for the most part, probably behaved as well as a boy being forced to be something he's not could behave, even taking into account my fits, and resistance. Overall i honestly believe I've been pretty good at just accepting it and biding my time until dad is home, that's what has kept me going was knowing that he would be home and then this nightmare would end.

Well it was around 1 in the afternoon when mom started rushing everyone around, to get some lunch ready for everyone including my father who must've just told her that he's getting close to home.

Well we made huge packed sandwiches lots of meat, cheese, mayo and mustard laid them on a plate and put chips beside it.

Finally I'll get to eat some real food, I couldn't help but have a huge smile on my face knowing just dad being on his way has already began to change things back to normal.

I'm so sick of the plain small proportioned meals mom made during the last week. Sometimes a the only we'd have is like a smoothie. And then both my sister and mom would act genuinely full, filled up by a drink? Odd to me. Besides smoothies, it was mostly salads, fish, eggs.

I cant wait to get this sandwich in me.

He's pulling in now my mother said and we all headed to greet him at the door. Despite my dads quite demeanour and the  "man of few words" kinda thing going for him, he was always a little more vocal outta excitement to see us when he got home and this time was no different.

He opened the door and his deep voice filled the house without needing to talk particularly loud.

Ahhh he screamed as he was attacked by hugs, how's my favourite girls doing?

My mom and sister responded, and then he greeted me with a individual hug, and "hows my baby girl doing".

I puked on the floor right there, not metaphorically, literally getting some on his shoes. I was overwhelmed, I broke into some kinda panic attack, I was so sure so positive today would be the end of the crap. And that comment was all I needed to hear to know that somehow mother had convinced him.  

My panic attack was met with being lifted off the grounded and brought over to sit on my dads lap on the couch.

"What's is it what's wrong" "cmon talk to daddy"

Seriously he's gonna start expecting me to call him daddy now?!

He rubbed my back as I sat on his lap, I tried to get up several times while tears still streamed out my eyes, I'm not sitting on your lap I'm 16! And I'm a guy not a girl.

" somethings you just can't change I know you wanna be a boy but your a girl and that's not gonna change"

"But I'm not a girl!"

Just then I experienced my worse fear, and also learned one of the other things my mom had managed to sneak on me for the past week.

He pulled down my pants and spanked my bottom hard, leaving undeniable hand prints and me screaming and bucking trying to get away. He only did 5 but that was enough for me to be to sore to move and in a great state of shock.
He finished up by yanking  my underwear and pants up separately yanking the underwear up with a little extra force. "Never met a boy or a man who wears panties"

And then he stood me up with himself and said he was hungry let's eat.

The all to familiar numb feeling was back during lunch. Another great disappointment was the little fruit bowl and salad mom had put together for me her and Nicole. And that whole plate of delicious meat packed sandwiches and potato chips was for my dad.

I struggled to wrap my mind around what I was wearing in replacement of my boxers, and how I could've been wearing them for a week now without noticing.

It's weird how knowing something makes you so much more aware, sitting at the table I felt the soft fabric on my penis, it held my butt firmly perhaps to much so. And I had yet to fix the wedgie my dad had given me when he yanked them up.
I reached down to fix it when my mom caught onto what I was doing and said Emma! That's not very lady like, take your hands out of your pants now.

"Fuck did you just call me! My name is definitely not Emma and I am definitely not a girl.

My dad stood up at the table. His silence was more intimidating then anything he could've said. He just cleared his throat and said a quick sentence "you do not talk to my wife like that"

With that I got my second spanking from my dad and he hadn't even been home much more then an hour.
This time it went on for an hour straight Without saying a word as he did it he just brought his hand down hard onto my ass over and over for an hour straight. Despite the wordless punishment, the message was clear, he didn't need to say anything for me to understand that he doesn't fold, and he doesn't lose, this is my life now and I better get use to it.