We relived the moment that she found mydiagnosis of CAH and that I had actually been born female, I only everconsidered my own pain and circumstances....I hadn't thought of the painit caused my parents, I didn't realise that my dad had been forced toreceive psychiatric treatment and had been prescribed tranquilisers, hecouldn't accept my change of sex, because I had been his boy.When I was 15 years old during a family holiday I had been forced todress as a female for the first time, I was so. Once I arrived, I sat in my car outside the house for a few minutes before gathering the courage to unbuckle and go inside. I knew it wouldn’t help my predicament at all, but I needed to clear my head between work and what I was sure to follow.I finally decided it was time to go in. I unlocked the front door and took off my shoes as soon as I reached the foyer; hearing my heels on the tile as I was over an hour late would just aggravate my fiancé more that he already surely was. I slowly crept. I was not able to make eye contact for few days with her . One evening she didn’t come and she called mom that she is not feeling well and she would come tomorrow.Next morning she came but my parents had already left for office and i opened the door . She didn’t react after seeing me. She went straight to kitchen to do her work . I was feeling sorry so i went to kitchen and said sorry but she didnt responded . I said sorry again and thank her for not telling my parents . Now she turned back and. ” “Did he keep that ass pink?” “Not often enough, Sir” “Get over my knee, baby. It’s time we get that taken care of.” There was no hesitation in her compliance. Kerri held her bound hands in front of her as she bent down across my knee and offered up her ass for punishment. With my left hand I could easily play with her hanging breasts but first I used it to push down on the small of her back encouraging her to hold that ass out as much as she could. My right hand ran across the backs of her.