“Really? You think we’ll be good parents? You think we’ll be okay? Things like this can ruin marriages and we’re already on shaky ground.” I wasn’t typically so desperate for approval, but this was all new territory for me. I didn’t want to be such a young mother, but if I was pregnant with my husband’s baby, then I was pregnant. Besides, I really loved him and the thought I might be carrying a baby James made me feel all warm inside. Scared, but warm.
“We’ll be splendid, my love. You’ll be wonderful. And we’re not on shaky ground—you just need to start behaving yourself.” He hugged me tightly and growled into my ear.
“Me? I can’t believe you spanked a pregnant woman. You should be ashamed of yourself.” I was about to laugh when he squeezed my ass.
“I have no shame whatsoever and I’ll be giving this ass another spanking when we get back to the hotel. You know you have it coming.” The look of surprise on my face quickly changed into a perverted grin.
I nodded shamefully. “I do. I’ve behaved terribly. But you know I love you, don’t you?”
“We’ll just have to see how much you love me, Lucy. Won’t we?”
Rushing back to the hotel after dinner, I got more than my fair share of belated birthday spanks before we got so turned on, we re-enacted our honeymoon and I pretended to surrender all three virginities to him again. He enjoyed that immensely and has placed that on a regular rotation for us. The following night we role-played getting pregnant which got way more perverted that I would have imagined. And for the rest of our time in the City of Lights, we just went sightseeing and made love anyway we liked.
When we returned to Brooklyn, I discovered that yes, I was incredibly pregnant- 5 weeks by then and James truly was over the moon. My enthusiasm took a bit longer, but I did come to terms the first time I heard my Emma’s heartbeat. Born shortly after our first anniversary, she looks just like her Daddy, and she has him wrapped around her little finger. Unlike me, her eyelash and pout routine works wonders on him.
Although he offered to take me earlier, we returned to Paris for our 2nd anniversary, just before Emma turned 1 and had even more fun that we did the first time we were there. Something about that city brings out the animal in James or maybe it’s me, or both of us—but in between being tied and spanked, I somehow managed to get pregnant with our son Noah.
As for James and I, all is well that ends well and we are very well and exceedingly happy. Of course, I still give him a hard time, but as I said—it’s all part of the dance. And deep down, I know he loves it. He loves having an excuse to punish me.
The End
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