Except he didn't leave. He laid down and wrapped his arm around me. "Good girl, you'll make a good wife."
The next morning I felt his weight on top of me. I felt his cock press against me. I thought it was just a nightmare reliving last night. But when he shoved it in, the pain told me it was very real. Again, no matter how I cried and begged, he used me until he came deep inside me.
This time as he got off me he spanked me so hard I cried out. "Get dressed so we can go get breakfast."
In the midst of my crying, I didn't get up. And certainly didn't want breakfast. But I didn't understand the rules yet. I was about to.
I felt the first spank. And the next. And again. But they came so fast and hard, I lost count after that. My ass was on fire, and not just my once tight no longer little hole. Finally he stopped and leaned down close to my ear.
"When I tell you to do something wife, you obey."
I didn't understand why he kept saying wife. But I knew I didn't want another spanking. I got up and opened the dresser drawer where I'd hidden my boy clothes yesterday. He slammed the drawer shut. "Girls don't wear that. Now get dressed."
I opened another drawer with girly clothes. "I've never been out as a girl." I watched as he opened his hand flat and looked at my ass. I quickly grabbed a sundress, bra, and panties. I went to the bathroom and got dressed. Looking in the mirror I took off my smeared makeup and reapplied fresh.
I came out of the bathroom and slipped into some strappy sandals. He had the room door open and escorted me out.
He led me to a little restaurant across the street. When the waitress came he ordered for both of us.
