Was Melissa James." the Face said quietly... sadly. Suddenly the image changed. It was the same woman, but dressed nothing like before. Her hair was f...ee, revealing the pointed ears and the glasses were gone entirely. She wore a tan spandex costume from her neck down, though there were no sleeves, revealing her well muscled arms, though they were wrapped with partial crimson bandages. There was a red sash that hung loosely from her waist and a pair of sais strapped to her lower legs with some. He walked me to the couch and bent me over the arm. This is when I knew it was not a joke. I heard the switch in the air and then felt that familiar sting across me bare ass. This was fallowed by series of 20. The final 20 were across the back of my legs. I was 18 and crying like a small c***d. He let me lay there and collect myself. Once I was done sobbing he had already had the cream out. This was common after I was switched. He sat on the couch and told me to lay across his lap. I did I. I was just about ready to take Richie last $20 before you got home.” I said. “You lost our grocery money. I gave you the last of my money from your Father before I left tonight. That all the money for the week. How are we going to eat? Money does not grow on trees, young man.” Shouted Mandy. “Yeah! Richie.” I said. “Dude! Shut up. You’re killing me.” Said Richie.“Mom! I know you have a $200…I saw you take it.” Said Richie. “I spent it already. Strippers and drinks at the bar are not. "I don't want to hurt you. My hands are so rough." She leaned against him, "I love rough hands, it shows a man that's worked hard all his life." His mouth nipped along her neck, while his hands pushed her hair out of the way. "I love the way you smell and taste. I want you, need you and hunger for you; but I"m afraid. "Afraid...of what." "Afraid this isn't real." She heard the catch in his voice and turned around to straddle him. Grabbing his hand she ran it along her naked body; over her.