Epilogue
Mark
My fingers tapped on the keyboard in a fury as I replied to the last email of the day.
The school day was long done, everyone gone for winter break, and all I could think about was finally heading home for two long glorious weeks of endless time with Abby. A knock sounded, and when I saw who was at my doorway, my hands dropped from the keyboard and I didn’t dare blink.
“Hey, Principal Mark.” Abby slipped into my office, and when I saw what she was wearing, my mouth went dry. “You busy?”
“Abby,” I rasped, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.
She shut the door, and my eyes dropped to her ass that was barely covered by a pleated plaid skirt.
She turned around, and I pushed back against my desk.
There was no missing the sound of the lock turning into place just as my heart rate picked up.
Fuck, my beautiful girl was dressed up in a schoolgirl getup that made me get hard within seconds.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
We had been together for three years, getting married after only six months of dating.
Not even her parents had objected to us getting married that quickly.
Not when I spoke to both of them about just how much I loved and respected their daughter and wanted to do nothing but support and make her happy for the rest of her days.
Seeing her in a dirty little schoolgirl getup had me holding on to the handrests of my desk.
“I was sent here for being bad. They said I was trouble.” She winked with a sneaky little smile.
“You were, huh?” We’d explored and played throughout the last three years, and I knew this was a fantasy she had been dying to make come true. I’d figured we’d get to it this winter break in my home office.
But I wasn’t going to complain.
I liked this idea even better.
“How bad were you today, Abby?” My voice was stern. When she bit down on her lip, my cock strained against my pants.
“Very, very bad,” she whispered.
Abby walked towards me, slipping behind my desk and making a show of bending over to scoot the keyboard aside. Then she glanced over her shoulder as she spread herself over my desk. I swallowed at the sight. My wife was fucking gorgeous; that had never changed.
No. I lied.
She was more stunningly beautiful than that first day I laid eyes on her and fell in love. The curvy plump cheeks of her bottom snuck out from beneath the short tartan material.
“Very, very bad, huh?” I repeated, rubbing the tops of my thighs with my open palms. “What did we talk about you being trouble?”
“But, Principal Mark,” she pouted, “you like it when I’m trouble.” I most certainly fucking did.
“Sounds like you need to be taught a lesson, Abby.”
“Yes.” She shook her round ass back and forth in front of my face.
I breathed in her soft familiar feminine scent that made my mouth water.
With the outside of my fingers, I traced the back of her thighs before lifting the cute little skirt up only to be met with her incredible ass covered up by a pair of naughty yet innocent white panties.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“That’s a bad word, Principal Mark.” She giggled. I palmed her checks and squeezed before I smacked her ass, memorizing every single jiggle it made.
“Ouch,” she whimpered.
“Guess you’re going to have to keep that a secret, then, little girl.” Her breath hitched, and I watched the wet spot grow bigger. “You’re going to get spanked good, little girl. A little something to reprimand you.”
“And then?” she moaned.
“Then I’m going to fuck you right on this desk, and you’re going to bite down on my tie.” I took my tie off and hung it loosely around her neck. “Bite down hard, because no one can hear how well you take me. Those little sounds are all for me and only me. Is that understood, little girl?”
“Oh god,” she moaned. The wet spot on the cotton fabric grew more. I pulled her panties down to her knees and leaned closer, letting my lips touch the shell of her ear. I loved how responsive she was to my touch even after three years.
“Count to ten, Mrs. Cosecha,” I ordered, and she shivered.
“Spankings? But I’ll be good.” She giggled.
“You will be, but right now, you need to take your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her laughter died right when I started to spank her. “Count,” I ordered.
“One. Two.” Her voice hitched higher as she counted. “Five. Six. Seven.” Her ass cheeks turned warm under my palm as they grew to the prettiest shade of ink. “Nine. Ten,” she cried out quietly. I was sweating by the time I was done, so fucking hard my cock pulsed with my heartbeat.
“Such a good girl. Learning her lesson, taking her punishment like my good little girl.” Her thighs shook as I started to glide my fingers against her slit.
“Mark,” she whispered, and I watched her shove the tie between her teeth. That broke my control. I stood up and fucked my wife hard and fast. She curled up on my lap after we were done, my cum seeping out of her still tight little hole as I held her close.
“Mark.”
“Hmm?” I mumbled against the top of her head.
“I love you,” she said, slightly sleepy.
“I love you, too, Abby. With all my heart.” She glanced up at me, and while she cupped my face, she smiled in a way I felt all the way through to my soul.
But that was how life was with Abby.
Just when I thought it wasn’t humanly possible to be any happier, she did something that showed me just how wrong I was. And it wasn’t just with sex; it was simple, easy things that let me know she thought about me through her day, that she loved me.
In life, you take your slice of happiness, and Abby had a way of giving me that in abundance.