Epilogue
Three years later.
I smile and look across the yard at my magnificent husband throwing our two-year-old son in the air.
The two of them laugh as Callum catches our blonde toddler and sets him on the ground.
He giggles and starts to run a few steps before almost tottering over.
Callum catches him and pulls him back in.
My heart overflows. I didn’t think life could get any more perfect, but somehow it keeps surprising me. I pick up a glass of lemonade and take a sip. The birds are chirping and I can smell honeysuckle in the air. It’s a perfect day.
I close my eyes and don’t even realize I’ve drifted off until I feel someone lightly shaking my shoulders.
“Sweetheart, wake up. It’s dinner time.”
“Oh,” I say. “I was—”
Callum raises his hand. “Don’t. You do too much already. I got your favorite Thai food. Don’t worry about it.”
I smile lazily. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?”
“I know,” he says, smirking. “And you’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
I shrug, and he looks at me seriously. “What was our rule?” he asks.
I hesitate. Callum loves to come up with arbitrary rules that aren’t really rules.
It all started with the rule that I can never call myself stupid, and it blossomed into a myriad of rules against ever putting myself down in any way or even saying anything remotely critical, hell even neutral, about myself.
I can’t say I hate it, though. It’s kind of sweet.
“I just shrugged, though,” I say. “Does a shrug count?” I ask.
“Any type of hesitation absolutely counts,” Callum says, looking as serious as ever. “And a shrug is a sign of hesitation. Agreed?”
I have to laugh.
“This is no laughing matter, young lady,” he says. “In fact, I think it’s so serious that I might need to enforce this lesson with some discipline. Right now.”
“Oh,” I say, raising my eyebrows. Then I look around. “Is he upstairs napping?”
“He is,” Callum says, answering my unspoken question. “Which means there will be nobody who can witness what I’m about to do to you,” he whispers into my ear.
I blush. I look around our backyard. He’s right, it’s fenced. Technically, the neighbors could hear us, but they definitely wouldn’t see anything. And with our toddler asleep upstairs, neither would he.
“Do you want me to go over your lap, or bend over the picnic table?” he asks.
“Um…Picnic table?” I say tentatively.
“My lap it is, then,” Callum says.
I scowl at Callum, and he chuckles. I can’t help but laugh too.
Callum swiftly pulls me over his lap and hikes up my floral sundress.
“No panties,” he says, eyebrows raised as he brushes his hand over my bare skin. I blush.
“I guess you’re gonna have to be punished extra for that, hmm?”
He inserts two fingers into my pussy and they slide right in. “Naughty girl,” he says.
He begins pumping his fingers while slowly massaging my ass. “Actually,” he says, “I think I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I can wait one more second to be inside you.”
He throws me over his shoulder and starts walking. He sets me down on the blanket in the backyard. We were having a picnic yesterday, and I guess we didn’t put it away.
He pins my hands to the ground and gets between my legs. He begins thrusting inside me. I relax as he buries his cock in me. He feels so good.
“Touch yourself for me,” he rasps into my ear.
I reach down for my clit. “Good girl,” he says. “Now, no coming until Daddy says so, okay baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
After a few thrusts, he flips me over. “Hands and knees,” he says. I get on my hands and knees, and he inserts himself. As he begins thrusting, he starts spanking me.
I look back at him, surprised.
“Oh, you didn’t think you were getting off without a spanking, did you? When I said you needed some discipline, I meant it young lady.”
He grabs my hair and yanks. “Now take your punishment like a good little slut.”
He starts spanking me rhythmically in time with his thrusts. He puts a finger to my lips.
“Quiet, or the neighbors will hear you getting punished.”
“Now touch yourself and come,” he says, after my ass is stinging like it’s on fire. I reach down and start touching. I can feel an orgasm building.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Getting spanked always turns you on. Say it,” he says. “Tell me you love being my little slut.”
“I love being your little slut,” I reply.
“Good girl,” he says, spanking me. “Now come for me. Like Daddy’s good girl.”
He spanks me once more, and my body explodes. He buries his cock deep and releases his load, filling me with his creamy seed.
After a second, we both collapse onto the ground. I snuggle into his chest, breathing in his scent. He’s strong, sturdy, and feels like home.
The End