“When do you think we should have it?”
“I think next Friday would be great. Strike while the iron’s hot.”
“I don’t know if I can have everything ready that fast.” She had to get her head around this. What if people didn’t like her food, what if they didn’t like her house.
“What’s wrong?” Diana asked.
Erin shrugged. “It just seems a little soon. I need time to plan, to get the house in order.”
“The house is already in order as far as I can see.”
“What about the food?”
“You know what? Let’s put the men to work. What about we grill. Then all you have to worry about is some finger food for starters, drinks and dessert.”
“You think that would be enough?”
“It’ll be great. An informal evening with some new friends, what could be better?”
Erin smiled. “If everybody’s happy then nothing.”
“See, there you go.”
***
Zach watched the girls tear into the house in search of snacks and drinks. He decided to take a minute. He really hoped that Erin had called Diana. That was the problem when you set an ultimatum. If she hadn’t then he would have to punish her, for the second night in a row. It was a prospect that he didn’t relish. He would love to bend his naked wife over the bed, the very thought had him hard, but he would rather it was for pleasure, not punishment.
Zach walked in to the kitchen and Erin jumped up from the table and threw her arms around his neck.
“You’re home! I have so much to tell you.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly. Her reaction along with the table strewn with cookbooks gave him the hope he’d prayed for. More than that she was happier than he’d seen her in a long time. “So I see. I take it you called Diana?”
“I did and she came right over. She’s going to help us plan the party.”
“That’s great, honey.”
“Diana thinks that people may have just assumed we wanted to keep to ourselves, well she’s right, I did.”
“She could be right.”
“She’s coming tomorrow and we’re going to figure out the list of people to ask and we’re going to call and invite them.”
“I’m so happy that you’re happy.” He bent to kiss his wife lovingly.
“Ew,” Jordan said, screwing up her nose.
“Enough out of you, Miss,” Zach said, kissing his wife gently on the lips another time before releasing her. “Have you started your homework?”
“Don’t got any.”
“No spelling?”
“Did it all yesterday. Can I go to the playground? Please, please pretty please?”
Erin almost giggled at her daughter’s dramatics. “Change out of your uniform first,” Erin said firmly to the now empty room. “And hang it up!”
“Yes, Momma!” Jordan shouted back.
“See if your sister wants to go with you,” Zach added.
Erin grinned and punched him playfully in the arm.
“Perfect opportunity,” he whispered with a grin. He did have an ulterior motive at that moment, but he truly loved that the girls could go to the playground by themselves, or move around the community in general safely.
Jordan was back within moments, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt. Her earlier excitement had waned a tad. “She’s coming but she takes so long to get ready.” She groaned. “Can’t I just go? She could meet me there.”
“You can afford a few minutes to wait for your sister.”
“Come on, Avvy! Just put on anything!” Jordan yelled.
“Don’t yell from three rooms away,” Zach chided.
“But, Daddy, she wouldn’t hear me otherwise.” Jordan was at the door swinging it while she waited impatiently for her sister.
“Close the door,” Erin said.
Avvery wandered into the room looking pretty in a frilly denim skirt with tights and a pale pink top. She had taken out her school braids. She tossed her head to make the freshly brushed mane hang down her back.
Jordan rolled her eyes. “Can we go now, Daddy, please?”
“Yes you may go. Be back in one hour.”
“We will,” Both girls chorused as they ran out the door.
Chapter 3
Zach clicked the lock on the front door.
“Now?” Sex in the afternoon was a rarity in their house.
“It’s very important to positively reinforce good behavior.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.
Erin squealed when Zach pulled off her panties and threw them into the hamper as he entered their bedroom. “You think I’ve been good?” She tugged her husband’s shirt out of his pants.
“Oh, you’ve been a very good girl.”
“But it’s the afternoon.”
“I’m being time effective.”
“What about dinner?”
“Let’s eat out tonight.” He lowered her to the ground and divested her of her skirt while she undid his pants. The rest of their clothes quickly followed.
“That would be nice.” She rolled her head back as Zach tugged a nipple into his mouth, his hands kneading her bottom. “Oh, so’s that.”
“I love you, my pet,” he said, kissing her deeply and then laying her on the bed. “Turn over.”
She did as he asked, knowing he was going to spank her, but also knowing that this time she would love it.
The first slap always made her jump, even when she wasn’t in trouble. There was that initial sting and then warmth and tingles. Rather than dread the next one, she was waiting for it, needing it, sometimes wishing it was harder. Zach always started slow when he was enjoying himself, like he was savoring every smack, every wobble of her not so taught flesh. “It feels so good,” she purred as he started to pick up the pace. It was funny how the same act could bring on such different emotions. Yesterday she was in tears, wanting it to stop and today she was revelling in the same but kind of different pain. He stopped and she lifted her head. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. He was rustling in the drawer and when he came back he had their feather.
“Arms above your head.”
She did so immediately, although part of her wanted him to start spanking again. It didn’t take long though for her to relax and enjoy. The well-worn little plume shimmered down each arm and tickled the edges of her breasts as Zach ran it ever so lightly down her sides. “Hmmm,” she said closing her eyes and sinking into the mattress.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “Wider.”
Her legs sprang apart, her girly parts eager for the flicker of pleasure that was coming. She could feel the cool air on her damp bits as Zach teased her all over, missing the part that most wanted his touch. He started at her toes, running the feather between each, dancing down along the underside and the making a show of circling her sensitive instep. “It tickles.” She giggled. Then it was on the move again traveling down the inside of her thigh. A thrill ran through her the closer it got. She longed to touch herself, but as soon as she moved her right hand, a sharp spank exploded across both cheeks.
“Ah, ah, ah, mine.”
Her breath caught in her throat as his hand slid underneath her and settled on her swollen nub. “Yes, Zach, there,” she panted as his fingers started to work her. The feather in his other hand was still wandering. It tickled her outer lips, moved over her back hole and up her ass crack.
“You liked that didn’t you?” he said, dropping the feather and sliding a finger from his other hand between her cheeks until he reached her wet opening.
“Uh-huh.” She was almost beyond thought. Delicious tingles fizzed from her belly to her core.
“Yes, you do.” He slid first one finger and then two inside her.
She rocked against his two hands but one hand retracted and he started spanking her again; hard stinging slaps that almost took her breath away, the thud pushing her further on to the bed. She burned from the outside in. Her bottom
flamed with intense heat and her arousal climbed, becoming more intense by the second. The two sensations were finally too much. She let out a guttural moan and her legs tried to snap together of their own accord to stop the intense orgasm that overwhelmed her senses. Zach had no intention of stopping, he kept gently moving his fingers around her clit, despite her resistance. He kissed the sting from her bottom, holding her tightly until she calmed. “Oh Zach,” she whispered, “so good, but I can’t, too soon.”
“Good girls get rewarded, honey.”
She crawled up on her knees and spread herself for him. Her own fingers digging into the freshly spanked flesh, reigniting the slight burn from his slaps.
***
Zach loved this stance and Erin knew it. His wife kneeling on the bed, waiting for him to take her from behind. Her well spanked, pink bottom high in the air and her lips, spread open for him with her own fingers, slick and shining with desire. She wanted him, he could see the need, the pleading in her eyes. His Erin wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to give herself to him and feel his pleasure as he exploded inside her.
“My beautiful Erin,” he said, as he slid inside her. A mixed wave of pleasure and relief washed through him as her soft warmth encompassed him. It felt like her body was drawing him back in with every thrust.
“Zach,” she whimpered.
She was dripping and her small hand reached back to touch his thigh as he pounded into her, no longer able to control himself. He could feel her muscles stiffening.
“Now!” she almost growled.
As her top half sagged on to the bed he held her bottom tight, and came with her. The most glorious feeling on earth was when they reached their peak at the same time. It was like their souls met for a precious few seconds in heaven.
Zach lay sideways on the bed with his wife in his arms, and slipped a hand to rest between her legs. He loved to feel the muscles of her inner thighs as they twitched with tiny aftershocks.
“The girls will be home any minute,” she said sleepily.
“I’ll go wait for them and tell them to get ready to go out.” He kissed his wife’s shoulder knowing she would nap for a few minutes more before moving.
“That’s right, dinner. Where do you want to go?” Erin forced her eyes to blink open.
“You choose.”
“The girls love Endelé.”
“Endelé it is.”
***
“You look lovely,” Zach said as his wife put the finishing touches on her makeup.
“Thank you. I bet the girls were over the moon.”
“Mostly.”
Erin spun around, worried that something had happened at the park. Although the girls were perfectly safe to move around on their own in this community, it was hard to lose that back of the mind fear that something might happen. She never would have let her girls go to the park by themselves in the city. “They okay?”
“Fine,” Zach said, rubbing her shoulders. “Avvy’s just having a slight crisis of fashion. Apparently it is a very difficult thing to complete an ensemble without jewelry.”
“Oh thank God that’s all it is.” Erin started to put her own earrings in and stopped. “Maybe we could just let her wear a bracelet or her locket?”
“No. She’s being punished. She’s lucky she’s not grounded or we wouldn’t be going.”
“You’re right. She has to learn to follow rules.”
“Exactly.” He kissed his wife and then pulled off the shirt and pants he’d popped on to go and wait for the girls. “I’ll be five minutes.”
“I’ll go and see if they’re ready.” Erin enjoyed watching her naked husband retreat to the bathroom. She could see his reflection in her makeup mirror as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. When she heard the shower turn on she got up to see to her children.
Jordan was sitting on the couch, flicking through the TV channels. “You look pretty Mom.”
“Thank you, baby, but you need to switch the set off and go get changed.”
“I’m already changed. These were clean when I put them on to go to the playground.”
“Exactly, you wore them to the playground.”
“They’re not dirty,” Jordan said.
Erin took the remote and switched off the television. “Go change.”
“Okay,” The little girl said with a sigh.
“Put on a dress.”
“But Mexican is kind of casual, isn’t it?”
“Dress, nice shoes, no flip-flops or sneakers.”
With a dramatic sigh Jordan went to her room, dragging her feet all the way.
Erin opened Avvy’s door slowly. “You nearly ready?”
“Almost.”
Her daughter had obviously been crying. “Are you okay?”
“I asked Daddy if I could have my locket and he said no.”
“A week is a week, Avvy,” Erin said, brushing her daughter’s hair out of her eyes. “It isn’t so bad. You don’t need jewelry to make you pretty.”
“You’re wearing earrings.”
“I know. I keep them to wear when I’m going out. If you had done that you’d be wearing yours, too.”
“I know wearing them to school was a bit dumb, especially when Dad works at the school.”
Erin tried not to smile and opted for changing the subject instead. “Can I help you with your hair?”
“Yes please Mommy. Can we curl it?”
Erin winced, her daughter’s hair was long and thick. “I don’t think we have time, but your own waves are so pretty. How about we just brush it all out again and use some pretty clips to keep it off your face.”
“Okay,” Avery agreed to that. It was a special midweek treat to go out to eat and she was having her hair out. It was usually braided for most of the school week. “Which dress should I wear?”
“The blue one brings out your pretty eyes.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. Now slip it on so I can do your hair.” She looked at the fear in her daughter’s eyes. It was funny, other people saw Avvy as the confident one. She could be prissy and she did look in the mirror a lot, but that was more about looking to see what other people would see when they looked at her. The truly confident one was her younger sister. She didn’t over think things. Her flaw was that sometimes she didn’t think at all and that got her in trouble, a lot.
“Don’t all my girls look beautiful tonight,” Zach said with a smile.
Erin did her best to tame her youngest daughter’s long brown tresses. She had to smile at her choice of clothes. She had a black and white striped t-shirt dress, black tights and boots. All comfortable choices but she looked stunning, except for the hair. As soon as she was home from school it was out of the braids and a brush hardly ever touched it. “You have to brush your hair more often Jordie or keep it tied up.”
“It likes to be free.”
“Well one of these days it’ll be so free that it ends up on the beauty shop floor.” Erin squirted the knot she was working on with some untangling spray.
“No! Not my hair,” Jordan protested. “I like my hair!”
“I’ll start the car,” Zach said. “Come on, Avvy, you’re done. You can come with me.”
Erin sighed with relief when she finally managed to comb out all the knots. “There you go, all done.” She would have loved to have pinned a black bow on her daughter’s pretty brown hair but she knew better, she would hate it and they didn’t have time for another fight. Besides, she was lucky that she wasn’t wrestling a baseball cap from the top of her head.
***
“Hello there, table for four?”
“Yes please Bernie,” Zach said. He followed the grey haired woman to the table she chose for them with his family not far behind.
“Your waiter will be with you very soon,” she said as she passed them all a menu.
They each ordered their food and Zach ordered a pitcher of Virgin Sangria and of course four glasses.
“A
ny news?” Erin asked as they waited for the food to come. “How was the park?”
“It was fun,” Avvy said, sipping on her cocktail. Bernie had seen that they were given proper cocktail glasses, and the waiter gave both the girls pink umbrellas.
“What was fun about sitting on the bench talking?” Jordan said. “You didn’t even go on the slide or nothing.”
“Anything,” Zach added, “and everyone gets to make their own fun. If Avvy finds talking to her friends fun, then she does.”
“Don’t sound like much fun to me but then you might get dirty if you actually played something.”
Avvy poked her tongue out. “You just like running because the boys were chasing you.”
Jordan went red. “We were playing tag!”
Zach leaned in and spoke softly but firmly. “Out of the house manners please.”
Erin almost laughed at the look on the girls’ faces. They listened to her to a point but when their daddy said please in that tone, they knew it meant, or else.
“Sorry,” the girls chorused.
“Which boys?” Zach mouthed to Erin behind his menu.
“Maybe Buddy? Don’t know who else,” she mouthed back. The food arrived and they dropped the subject to eat.
“I love this food,” Jordan said, taking a large bite of her chicken.
“Me, too,” Avvy said.
“Yeah it kind of tastes a bit like the chicken burritos you make Mom, but not really,” Jordan added.
Erin smiled at Zach, who had to cover his mouth with a napkin. “I love your mother’s burritos,” he said finally when he’d finished his mouthful.
“So do I,” Jordan said. “They’re just different.”
“Who’s for dessert?” Zach asked when their plates had been taken away.
“Me!” Jordan said with a grin.
“Me, too,” Avvy added.
“I think I’ll have the flan,” Erin said, passing the dessert menu to her husband.
“Deep fried ice cream definitely. Girls?” He chuckled when they both turned down the chance to look at the menu.
“Banana split please!” Jordan said with a grin.
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