― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
Two days before Thanksgiving in Tucson, Arizona
“Good morning, sunshine,” Pete whispered, hugging Sammie from behind, his morning wood nestled in between her cheeks.
“Mmm. Morning, cowboy. What’s up? Like I don’t know already.”
“Besides the obvious, my brother called last night before we went to bed, and he’s concerned about Jessie.”
She turned her body toward him and slowly traced the dark stubble on his cleft chin with her fingertip. “Could you be more specific, please?”
“Since your sister found out she’s pregnant, he hasn’t been treating her like she’s his little girl.”
“I know, and Jessie has been missing it terribly. She loves his dominance, but things seem to have shifted in another direction since her positive pregnancy test.”
“They can resume all their kinky activity after the baby’s born,” Pete stated with certainty. “I think it’s a small price to pay, but that’s easy for me to say—I’m not walking in their boots.”
She nestled her face into the crease of his warm neck, the scent of his pheromones charging her emotions. “What I wouldn’t do to be carrying your baby right now.”
His tone became soft and buttery as he rolled Sammie onto her tummy and tenderly squeezed her supple cheek. “What I think you need to do, my dear, is relax. You heard the doctor—he thinks we might be trying too hard. And by the way, I love having you all to myself right now.”
“I couldn’t be happier with our life, Pete. You have not only taken good care of me, you’ve given me more love and attention than I’ve ever known. And now you’re assuming every loving role that I’ve ever missed in my life. I’m sure that’s why Jessie misses having Trent as her daddy. I understand why he doesn’t want to spank her bottom beyond a swat, but would it kill him to treat her like a little girl sometimes?”
“In my opinion, Trent just needs some time adjusting to the idea that they’re going to have a baby. I haven’t wanted to approach him on the subject but knowing my intense brother—he’s thinking seriously about his role as the head of their family and Jessie needs to be patient.” As he ended his thought, a brisk smack was applied to the lower portion of Sammie’s bare ass.
“Am I imagining things, or is this conversation turning into a spanking?” she muttered, feeling him inch her panties down before removing the silky fabric one leg at a time.
Pete’s wink was subtle as he guided her off the side of the bed. “I think my girl needs a reminder not to talk to Jessie about how we’ve started to engage in some little/daddy roleplay. There’s a chance it might cause her to be jealous, and Trent doesn’t need that kind of friction between them now. So, let’s end this discussion by you lifting your backside for me.” Though reluctantly, she complied with the hope that this was to serve as guidance—not discipline.
Good luck with that.
“When Trent decides it’s okay for her to know about our new lifestyle, we’ll tell her together. Do you understand, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered in a contrite tone, trying like hell to keep her anxious buttocks from shivering.
His voice was husky and serious. “Be still, missy, while I give you a good firm warning.” He spanked each cheek, the sensitive crease underneath, and right down the middle. Every area was given attention, and even though her bottom was stinging, she could tell he wasn’t using much force. But when he stopped for a moment and quickly moved into position behind her, she became suspicious of what might be coming next. Then she heard the familiar click of a container top and groaned loudly in anticipation.
“Jesus. Haven’t you warned me enough?” But as her sentence ended, his thick, wet finger slowly rubbed and teased her smooth rear entrance. Moaning and squirming in a show of defiance quickly earned her a brisk swat across her stinging ass. “Hey, we don’t have time to play around…”
“I said, be still. I’m not finished and I’m certainly not playing,” Pete scolded as he seductively pressed his finger into her trembling tight hole, delving his digit a bit deeper than usual. Finally, he stretched out his other arm to open their end table drawer, and her eyes opened wide as she watched him pull out a shiny object.
Sammie’s body snapped upright as he squeezed her tender buttock. “Dear God, I have to get ready for work! I’m going to be late…”
“Get back into position,” he directed firmly, placing his palm on the small of her back. “I’m going to insert this instrument into your sweet little ass, and there it will stay until Jessie comes to pick you up. Now, be a good girl and reach back to separate your cheeks for me.” Generously lubing the shiny butt plug, he touched the cool tip to her smooth rosette and gently pushed it in between her soft mounds. Curiously, as he inched it inside her, she involuntarily shivered with arousal at the impact of his dominance.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. I’ll never be able to eat breakfast with that thing up my butt,” she said, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his expression.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he kept one hand on her back and briskly spanked the base of each cheek with the other, creating a cacophony of sharp cracking noises.
“Hey! That hurts!”
“This is not a punishment, but merely a reminder to behave yourself today. Now, I need you to focus and drop the sass. I want this deep inside you.”
With her eyes shut, she finally relented, blowing out a dramatic breath as the cool steel instrument stretched and burned, moving through her narrowed, dark channel until her body accepted it. “It’s bad enough you like to use this thing as a reminder,” she spat out through clenched teeth, “but filling my backside with it before I have to work an eight-hour day is nothing less than diabolical.”
“You’d think as a plug slid into your bottom, that tongue of yours would stop wagging.” His tone was deceivingly light as he gently twisted and secured the instrument in her tight anus.
“Can I please get up now?”
He swatted each cheek with his firm hand before guiding her off the bed. “Shall we put together a grocery list while we eat dinner, tonight?”
Sammie’s groan was dramatic as she added an eye roll for good measure. “Are you kidding? The last thing I want to talk about today is stuffing a turkey.”
“I’m not surprised you’re feeling some empathy for the poor, stuffed bird,” Pete deadpanned, playfully pulling on the base of the steely stopper.
She swiveled her neck to glare at him. “Maybe you should’ve been a comedian instead of a rancher. Remind me to call the producers of Showtime in the morning.”
His sigh was loud and exaggerated as he crossed his muscular arms.
Though her handsome husband took his role as the head of their family seriously and it usually wasn’t easy to change his mind, she still wanted to plead her case. “In my opinion, I think your brother could continue his and Jessie’s ageplay fun without the spankings. I told Jessie to be patient, but since we’ve been engaging in the same kink, it’s easy for me to understand her frustration. How about if I talk to Trent…” She was almost finished with her thought when a sharp slap was administered to her naked ass, which just so happened to be filled to the brim with a steel implement.
“Jesus Christ! Was that your idea of an answer?” she bravely spouted, reaching back to massage her smarting behind.
“You know you’re not allowed to rub out a spankin’,” he scolded, applying another smack to her bottom. “Now, my suggestion would be to behave yourself, unless you’d rather sit at your desk all day with your gorgeous little ass plugged.”
“Fine. But will you please talk to him?” She turned to watch his lips press together in a straight line.
“When I decide that the time is right.”
Hearing a soft knock, Sammie grabbed her work tote and quickly bolted for the entrance. As she opened the door, Jessie was standing with a hand resting on her cocked hip. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and she looked a bit pale from morning sickness. “Did Pete leave for work, yet?”
“He’s been gone for a couple of hours,” she said, lifting her shoulders. “You know he leaves the same time as your husband.”
“Did you get instructions from him not to discuss my current marital issues?”
“Why in the hell would you ask something like that?”
“Because you have a strange expression on your face. You know, like the cat who swallowed the canary?”
The corners of Sammie’s mouth twitched, but she fought the smile by pressing her lips together.
They knew each other too well.
After exiting the house, she made sure the door was locked by wiggling the shiny gold knob. “Ever since Ben Levy snuck into Trent’s house that morning, Pete has a thing about keeping the doors locked.”
Jessie nodded, her lips curving downward. “Since I was kidnapped by that creep, everyone in this town has been locking their doors.”
“Sorry for bringing that up. I know it’s not easy for you to talk about…”
She shrugged and looked her sister in the eye. “Speaking of things that are difficult to discuss…”
“Come on, let’s walk while you get a load off your chest,” Sammie encouraged, gesturing with a hand. “Have I ever turned my sister down for a heart to heart chat?”
“Trent and I have lived the best kinky relationship ever, and now it’s gone from sizzling to fizzling. I’ve done some snooping on erotic blog sites, and it’s still possible to be kinky even if you’re pregnant. What do you think my strong cowboy is afraid of?”
“I don’t know, and if Pete does, he’s not talking, which is unusual for him,” she said, satisfied that her answer was not completely a lie.
“Do you think you could ask him for me?”
Sammie’s tight pucker trembled with the memory of the stern warning she’d received that morning. “I don’t know…”
“Come on. You guys seem to be getting along better than I’ve ever seen. It’s like there’s a bond between you that’s becoming stronger every day. Am I right?”
“Yeah.” Her answers were coming out in a choppy, high-pitched voice, one or two words at a time. It was almost as if Sammie’s little girl personality was emerging, and she needed to keep a large lid on it.
“Well, I want that, too!” Jessie spouted, stopping dead in her tracks in the middle of the road.
“Come on, you know Trent is madly in love with you, and he’s probably concerned with the baby’s safety. Just be patient, and things will work themselves out. They always do.”
“Jesus! That’s it? That’s your answer? Hey, I thought you were on my team!”
“I am, but…”
“Look, I know Pete’s new at being the head of your house, but since we were raised the same way, I’d think you could understand my need for a daddy!” Jessie said loudly, walking closely behind her twin sister.
“You haven’t been pregnant that long. Give Trent a chance to adjust to the changes in your body… not to mention the mood swings.” At that moment, Sammie could feel Jessie’s blue eyes boring a hole through the back of her as she nestled her key in the office door.
“Who in the hell are you? My sister has never darted an issue in her whole fucking life!” Jessie insisted, her arms outstretched as she trailed close behind Sammie into the entrance of their boutique law firm.
“Calm down, kiddo. I understand your frustration completely, but you might be overreacting. The best advice I can give you is to let things fall into place naturally.”
Jessie shot her a menacing glare, and then she quietly got settled at her desk.
Lunchtime at Reynolds & Reynolds started off with an eerie silence, but Jessie finally perked up when Sammie came out of her office with the news that she and Pete were going to put together a Thanksgiving list that evening. And then she suggested they go on the Pinterest website for table decorating ideas.
“I’ve always wanted to make edible decorations for this holiday,” Jessie said, quickly typing several search words into her laptop. “Be sure to check out the candy corn turkey cookies, chocolate-covered turkey pretzels, and a pumpkin gingerbread trifle, besides the usual holiday fruit pies.” While cocking her head toward the screen, she saved each pin to her personal page and called out all the necessary items for Sammie to add to their grocery list. “Thanks so much for offering to have this fun dinner. I know there will only be four of us, but the amount of food is always endless no matter how many guests you have for Thanksgiving.”
“Are you kidding? Pete and I are so excited to host our first family holiday meal, and I’m thrilled the guys decided to close the dude ranch for the whole weekend. It’ll give their employees some time off to have with their families.”
Pulling out her cellphone, Jessie checked the calendar. “Trent mentioned they also want to close from Christmas through New Year’s, and he’s hoping that they’ll be able to give their employees a paid vacation plus a holiday bonus.”
“I guess we’ll need to take the same vacation days, too, and maybe this would be a good time to start figuring out what kind of gift we can afford to buy for everyone.”
“Sounds like a good excuse for us to go shopping at the mall!”
Sammie’s grin was lopsided. “Since when did we ever need an excuse to shop?”
“You’re an absolute natural behind a desk, Pete. Maybe you should’ve been a banker,” Trent teased, strolling into the large reception area. “Is Karen sick, or did she decide to head out early for Thanksgiving?”
“She’s driving to see her folks in Sedona, so I said it would be fine if she wanted to get ahead of the holiday traffic. But don’t worry, Denise is on her way to relieve me. Can I get you a mug of morning brew, sir?” he joked, tipping his cup at him.
“I’d never turn down an opportunity to be served by my older brother. And since it’s been way too long since you’ve offered me a cup of coffee, I like it black.”
Pete hummed nervously while he poured the steaming dark liquid in a cup and handed it to him. “Do you mind sticking around for a few minutes? I want to run something by you.”
“You want my opinion? Okay, now you’re scaring me.” Sitting down on the tan leather bench, Trent nonchalantly drew the white stoneware to his lips and blew off the curls of steam.
“Remember when I told you that Sammie was all on board with my becoming the head of our house?” Pete cleared his throat as he played with the rim of his cup. “Well, as it turns out… she’s also been reading some daddy/little girl novels, as well…”
“And why, pray tell am I the recipient of this personal information?”
“Quite frankly, I could use a few tips.”
Trent put his cup on the desk and shook his head. “And you had me and Jessie believing that you were shocked by our ageplay lifestyle.”
“Okay, I was a bit taken aback at first. But Sammie always seemed so enthralled with Jessie calling you Daddy, and quite frankly, with the way their father ran out on them, I can totally see why.”
He playfully shook a finger at him. “If I remember correctly, you accused me of breaking all the house rules.”
Pete sighed, rubbing the base of his neck. “Yes, but now that you’ve pulled back the reins on your kinky lifestyle…”
“Jesus. Do we have to talk about that?” Trent paused for a moment, studying his brother’s demeanor before dramatically inclining his head. “Please tell me this discussion isn’t going to include details of my sex life…”
Pete looked both ways and then at the main entrance door. “Christ, keep your voice down. What if someone hears you?”
“We’re all alone, so just answer the question, dickhead.”
“Okay. We both know Jessie is upset that your little girl/daddy play went out the window when she got pregnant, and now I’m afraid for her to know we’re enjoying the lifestyle you don’t seem to be interested in anymore. I don’t want your wife to become jealous. The girls have always been so close…”
Trent took a sip of his coffee, mulled over the situation, and slowly put his cup down. “She has our child growing inside her, and I just don’t want to take any chances. Things are different now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t resume our kinky fun after the baby is born.”
Pete grinned as his dark eyebrows rose. “I understand. Hopefully, someday Sammie and I will be in the same situation. We’ve been trying, but nothing yet…”
“Has she talked with her doctor?”
As Pete cracked his knuckles, there was a fleck of amusement in his eyes. “Yes, and he mentioned we might be trying too hard.”
“I guess we didn’t have that problem. It was a one and done happening for us,” Trent joked. “But thanks for being up front instead of dicking me around.”
“I’m not usually fond of this heart to heart stuff, but I thought it would be good to have this conversation…”
“I’ll make it right with Jessie, but let’s keep this all between us, okay?”
Pete responded with a sheepish grin—knowing he’d already warned Sammie to keep the subject off the table—and Trent closed the discussion by smacking his hands against his thighs before standing ramrod straight. “Well, Dr. Phil, if this sex therapy session is over, maybe we ought to get back to work.”
“As always, your timing is impeccable. Thank God, Denise is here to relieve me!”
Thanksgiving Day finally arrived, and the four of them dined on the usual delicious fare—turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, two types of potatoes, and an array of pies for dessert. Everything was home-cooked, the décor was festive, and the four of them enjoyed everything about spending the holiday together at Pete and Sammie’s house. It was around eight when Trent noticed how tired Jessie was becoming and suggested to Pete that they pitch in to clean up the dishes before going home. The words had just left his lips when Sammie sauntered into the kitchen with a full goblet of wine, causing one of Pete’s eyebrows to rise in response.
“Don’t we have a two-glass rule, princess?” He glowered at her from across the room and his arms dramatically crossed while asking the crucial question.
Jessie and Trent were about to scrape food down the disposal, but then they quickly stopped to glance at each other in amusement. It didn’t take much to make Sammie’s fair skin blush and Pete’s stern, but loving chastisement always did the trick.
“Yes, but I’m a big girl, and I am quite capable of deciding when I’ve had enough to drink.”
Jessie casually walked past Sammie and angled her mouth toward her ear. “You’re already in trouble, sister. If I were you, I’d zip it.”
“Thanks for the advice, kiddo, but I don’t give in quite as easily as you,” Sammie responded with bravado, obviously egging Pete on.
Trent tipped his head in Jessie’s direction. “Before World War Three breaks out, let’s help these two clean up, so we can bolt out of here,” he suggested, trying to hide his crooked smile. “I don’t want to get caught in the crossfire.”
“Aww, you want to leave? Things are just heating up! You can’t get this kind of drama on television!”
“Uh-huh, but I’m thinking my brother and your sister need some privacy right about now.”
Pete scrubbed a hand over the dark bristle on his face. “I hate to cut this Thanksgiving holiday short but…”
Sammie threw a sideways glance at Pete as she put down her glass of wine and started to gather the dishes and large serving pieces off the table. “Party pooper,” she mumbled.
A wicked grin played at the corners of his mouth as he quietly followed behind her. “Party pooper?” he parroted. “That’s it? That’s your retort? That’s all you’ve got, Mrs. Reynolds?”
Standing side by side, Jessie and Trent stepped up the pace to finish the dishes quickly. “Play nice together, you crazy kids. We’ll be out of here in a minute,” Jessie offered in a singsong tone, jutting her chin in the air.
After positioning the last fork in the plastic dishwasher basket, Trent finally finished his duties at the sink by rinsing the large stainless-steel roasting pan. “Okay, our work is done,” he said, throwing a quick wink to Jessie.
“I hope our little disagreement over my naughty wife’s third glass of wine won’t keep you from coming back for leftovers tomorrow,” Pete called out as he entered the kitchen from the dining room. “Same time, same channel.”
Sammie walked toward the three of them and stopped to roll her eyes. “Sorry this party is ending so early.”
Trent sighed and nodded in Jessie’s direction. “No problem. We’ve all had a long day,” he said, giving Sammie a kiss on the cheek before shaking Pete’s hand. “Thanks again. Everything was delicious.”
“We always have a blast together, no matter what the occasion,” Jessie agreed.
Pete watched his brother and sister-in-law walk down the road before turning toward Sammie. “I think that beautiful backside of yours desperately needs some urgent attention tonight.”
“Urgent?” she responded sardonically, cocking her head.
“Three glasses of wine during dinner and then that big disrespectful finish? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were craving a spanked bottom tonight,” he scolded as a wave of desire breezed through his hardening cock.
Her eyes rose toward the ceiling. “I don’t know that I’d use the verb craving…”
“You’ll march yourself into the bedroom right now, young lady. We can debate my usage of the English language while you’re draped over my knee.”
After Sammie climbed the stairs and sauntered down the hall, he guided her into their spacious bedroom. “Get undressed, please,” he directed nonchalantly, calmly sitting down on the edge of the mattress, patiently waiting for her to comply.
Though she submitted, there was a hint of reluctance in her demeanor.
“Now, come stand in front of me, sugar.” Taking her in between his legs and holding her hands, he watched his wife’s beautiful face radiate heat as she squirmed in her bra and panties. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or am I going to tell you?” he asked gently, choosing his words carefully.
She didn’t answer.
“I know your father was never around and it left a gaping hole in your heart.”
Sammie nodded but kept her head down.
“That’s why Jessie loves and misses the daddy/little girl play with Trent.”
The subject was obviously making her nervous. “But what does this have to do with me?” she insisted, fidgeting from the awkwardness of his lecture.
“Even though our domestic discipline lifestyle started out slow, you knew deep inside that you wanted me to play the part of your daddy.”
“And you know that this conversation makes me uncomfortable,” she mumbled, her cheeks blushing a bright shade of crimson. “Why do we have to talk about it?”
“Because I think you’re craving constant attention. And I’m willing to give it to you daily,” he said through a wolfish grin. “But I don’t care for the disrespect—especially not in front of Trent and Jessie. You know he’s put their kinky play on hold for now, and you don’t need to exacerbate the situation by baiting me when they’re around. How many times do we have to go over this?”
Her eyes were glued to the floor, and she waited patiently for him to continue.
“I had a little chat with Trent, and he’s going to try to see if he can bring back some of their ageplay fun. But for now, I’m asking you to behave yourself when we’re with them. Do you understand?” he said calmly, lifting her up onto his lap.
She frowned and shrugged. “I guess…”
“That’s not an answer.” He shook his head and tapped her nose with his finger. “Am I not giving you enough attention?”
She rubbed her moist eyes with the back of her hand. “I probably just drank too much wine tonight.”
“I’m sure that’s a possibility, but just to make sure, I think you need a good sound spankin’ to remind you how to behave.”
Sliding off his muscular thighs, Sammie attempted a last-minute escape, but he turned her around and administered three smacks to her panty-covered behind. “Our conversation is far from over.”
“This isn’t necessary. I’m not trying to upset Jessie…”
“I know you’re not being nasty, Sammie, you don’t have a mean bone in your body. I just think long overdue desires are taking over your mind. Now, get yourself over my knee, so we can do this and be done. It’s been a long day, and we’re both tired.”
She stalled at first, but finally and reluctantly bent herself over his lap. “Can’t we just go to sleep and talk about this in the morning?” Craning her neck, she gave him her best puppy dog stare, but his grip on her waist to keep her in position was steadfast.
Hooking his thumbs under the lace waistband of her cotton panties, he slid them down her thighs and placed his large hand on her warm, bare bottom. “This is necessary right now, because I say it is. Now, tell me why I need to discipline you, young lady.”
“B-Because I acted out in front of Trent and Jessie?” she sputtered in a small cracked voice.
Instantly, Pete delivered two brisk slaps to her rear end, and she tried to stop him by flailing her hand outward in an obvious attempt to block his next move. “Shit! That hurt!”
But he quickly captured her wrist, pinned it to the small of her back, and gave her a hard swat for misbehaving during a spanking. “You know you’ll get extras for that type of behavior, so settle down,” he chided before continuing their conversation in a casual tone. “And what else did my naughty girl do to deserve this spanking?”
“I poured a third glass of wine tonight when you’ve told me about a million times that two is enough?”
Another sharp smack to her poor ass landed again. “Keep going…”
“Oh, God! I’ve been warned about being disrespectful before, but I baited you anyway,” she whimpered as her eyes leaked tears of true remorse. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Though she apologized profusely, his flat, callused palm showed no mercy as he smacked her poor reddened behind, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm from her left cheek to her right. “The next time you disobey me, you’ll be feeling the lick of my belt on your bare bottom instead of my hand. Is that what you want, young lady? For Daddy to give you a good lickin’ with his belt?”
But instead of answering with words, she sucked in an exaggerated ragged breath.
“Nope. Not what I’m looking for,” he admonished as his firm hand disciplined every inch of Sammie’s backside.
“Tell me,” he roared, swatting the tender skin underneath each burning mound twice to teach her an important lesson. “Tell me what you promise…”
“I promise to be a good girl!”
His square jaw was clenched tight, and her face was drenched with tears as she slumped over his knee in exhaustion. But when he gently moved her off his lap, Pete looked down and sighed at his hard bar pulsing underneath the soft fabric. His groan was audible as he studied his wife’s hungry eyes that seemed to be pleading for a happy ending, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless at that moment.
But his point still needed to be made.
Sammie’s submissive pose was delicious with panties draped around her knees, and he could smell her heady scent of arousal. “In the corner,” he directed, pointing to the other side of the room, trying to ignore the aching need pressing against his zipper.
Though Pete wanted to fucking devour her, he insisted that his wife stand in the corner across the room. He’d never asked her to do corner time before, but he knew she was well versed on the position from the plethora of erotic romance stories she’d read.
Shaking her head incredulously, she stumbled across the room in her cork-wedged sandals with her white cotton bikini underpants pooling around her ankles.
He watched as she placed her nose in the corner, displaying her crimson bottom by pushing it outward before his hands threaded through her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and pulled her close. “You will stand here for the next ten minutes, young lady, and think about your immature behavior,” he lectured, returning to sit on the bed.
Having a bird’s-eye view of her red perky cheeks had made his pants grow tighter than he ever thought was possible, but he did his best to hold it together while keeping a poker face. When the time was up, Pete stood beside her and applied one well-placed swat to her naughty backside.
“Hey! I thought my punishment was over!” she protested, waving her stinging ass from side to side.
“That was just one for good measure. I want to make sure you behave yourself when Trent and Jessie come back for leftovers tomorrow night.” After wiping her tears and guiding her back onto his lap for plenty of cuddles, Pete swept the bangs from her face and tucked an errant strand of silky hair behind her ear. “You are my whole world, Samantha Anne Reynolds. And I will love you forever,” he whispered, kissing her gently.