The switch between these was made easier with a drink or two at a little bar a few blocks from my apartment.It wasn't a place for the twenty-something... I managed, it was a quieter smooth jazz bar. It felt like a speakeasy without the wait to get into that kind of place. After work, I went home, changed into a snug red dress that clung to my wide hips and emphasized my tiny waist. The color stood out beautifully against my pale skin and a little bit of cleavage spilled out of the scoop neck top. Andy is dealing with two rules.” She was far from certain that ‘rule’ was the proper word, but she had to go with that. “First, his picking you up is part of a relationship. If that isn’t the way you want to express that relationship, then it doesn’t express the relationship he wants with you. He loves you; he doesn’t want to use you, even that way. Second, is a rule for young women. If a woman says ‘stop,’ then a decent man stops. Period. And your brother is a decent man. So, if you want him. My bedroom was large with a beautiful view over the hillside and we settled in quite easily and chatted away, mostly about her business & confrence.I decided to have a shower, before we went to eat. When i came back into the main area of the room i was wearing only a bath towel. I wanted a change of clothes for the evening. I could see teena watching me as i dropped my towel to pull on my thong. I felt sure she was looking at my breasts. Reet shame on u. Y teena? U r not a kid, & u r not a. My cheeks were bright red at this point and I was bawling. I knew my k**s heard- how could they not? But their father must have told them something to keep them from coming out. He did not stop smacking my bottom until I was wrung out and crying helplessly over his knees. No more fight left.I was then put on my knees in front of him, pants still down. There he told me the 'new' rules of our home. I signed a contract that night stating I would honor him as HOH and obey him or I would be.