August 29 2001

8/29/2011

And now looking back there are so many signs. The way he was constantly pissed that I kept my body from him at night time should have been a clue. After our initial conversation, the first command he made was that I was never to “cocoon” myself in my covers at night time. I was to keep my body available to him. He had complained about my hair during our entire marriage, and when the subject rose of appearance control, he immediately commented that my hair was to never be gathered at the top of my head any more. He prefers it down, but a pony tail is acceptable if necessary.

It was a horrible day for me. I was awoken by the ringing of the door bell. I had no concept of time or place. I was in a trance as I ran to the door to see my bitchy neighbor there. She was making sure my daughter had gotten in the house ok since she had been locked out. I had slept the day away. I felt useless and ashamed. I could not even accomplish the simplest task as getting out of bed in the morning. When Daddy got home from work that evening there was a strange calm about him. Something was different, but I could not put my finger on it. He started up the steps to change as he always does and called me behind him. In our room he told me to lean over the bed. I expected him to climb on top and rub his cock on my ass, what I got was 5 HARD smacks with my plastic hair brush. I cried and he didn’t show any sort of guilt. In fact, he showed a glint of pleasure.