I could hear a voice that made sense as I listened! I began a mental rundown of my body. I could wiggle my toes. That was good. Then I tried my finger... and to my relief, they worked! The pain was a dull, constant thing, but after what I had been feeling, I was able to put it from my mind. I tried to turn my head and it almost exploded. I must have groaned."Mr. Hadley! You're awake!" a pretty young woman almost yelled as she moved her face close to mine and smiled. "I'll get the doctor. You just. Another loud crack and again I cried out, unable to stop a moan from escaping my tightly pursed lips. I was trying to be grown up and hide my pain.I swallowed hard and tried to brave. The paddle slammed into my butt and I vocalized my pain letting loose with a high-pitched girlish scream. Nobody noticed in the neighborhood. My wails of pain blended with the other fright night sounds. I may be eighteen-year old, but my legs trembled with fright. These were scary spanks! I imagined my bottom was. You keep your old mind but have to act like someone else to survive. It makes the oppression of day to day life much worse. I step off the bus onto my driveway and walk up to my house, I go inside and slip off my dress and read the paper while smoking a cheap cigar. Soon after my wife comes home. She?s uncomfortable with my body, wearing business suits and it shows. She?s in sales, and she?s a good sales person too. It?s a pity she couldn?t handle my management job. The first thing she does. Glenn called me a cab and about fifteen minutes later the bartender told me that my car was here. I kissed all my new friends good night and walked outside to the cab. I hopped in the back seat of the cab and gave the driver the address to my apartment. It was only a ten minute cab ride to my place and we were half way there when he spoke. “So did you enjoy yourself tonight?” The driver asked. “I had a great time, but had a little too much to drink, so I needed a cab.” I replied. I really.