by Maggie Ryan
I grabbed the rope and swung across, landed, and reached for her.
“No, you don’t!” she said, putting out her hands.
“I was just going to warm you up, babe.”
“I’d rather freeze than get all muddy again.”
Gary landed beside me and we turned to see that Stephanie was taking her own bath. Spectators cheered, and the soldier who was the spotter for the obstacle chuckled.
“I think you’ve started a new trend, ma’am.”
Hannah laughed. “Instead of ‘Rope Swing’, you can name this one ‘Arctic Bathtub’.”
When we finally staggered over the last wall and up the final hill, we linked hands at the top, all four of us grinning like we’d conquered the world.
“Ready?” Gary said.
“Ready!” we chorused and as a single line, our team passed beneath the banner signifying the end of the course. It hadn’t been easy, and several teams had passed us along the way, but we finished.
Hannah collapsed on the ground, and I worked to tug off her shoes. Dropping them into the huge pile, I added my own and then reached down and hauled her up. The four of us draped our arms over each other’s shoulders as we stood beneath an arch, our medals hanging from ribbons around our necks to have our photo taken.
“Way to go, ladies,” Jackson—the man who’d been at the club—called, additional accolades being called out by both participants, their families, and spectators.
We grabbed our bags and split up at the showers. When Hannah appeared again, it was obvious she’d scrubbed hard. Every inch of her skin was pink and her hair was shining. Our team joined others who were being treated to bar-b-que, various sides, and plenty of bottles of water or Gatorade. We’d hydrated along the way, but still managed to guzzle fluids and put away a great deal of food, including the biggest slices of chocolate cake that I’d ever seen. Hannah matched me bite for bite.
After hugging Stephanie and Gary, thanking both for their friendship and their training that enabled her to have the most incredible day of her life, my wife slipped her hand into mine as we walked back toward our car.
“I can’t tell you how amazing I think you are,” I said, helping her into the car and buckling her in. “You are not only beautiful; you have the most incredible spirit.”
“You helped me find that spirit again, Daddy,” she said, reaching up to cup my face. “You made me realize that we need to treasure every day we have together.” Pulling me down, she kissed me. Letting me go, she grinned. “And that is why, Major Griffith, I’m going to let you out of the bet.”
Chuckling, I pecked her lips. “Good try, recruit, but you lost that bet.”
“I did not! I finished!”
“Yes, you did,” I said, “But you did not complete all the obstacles. You didn’t even try to conquer the rope swing.”
“Wrong. The rules clearly state that to complete an obstacle, you must get from one side to the other. True, walking around doesn’t count, and I might not have swung on the rope, but I definitely walked through the water… not around it.”
I actually had nothing to say, realizing she was absolutely correct. My face must have shown my shock because she giggled.
After I slid behind the wheel, she turned to look at me. “I can’t wait for that massage. Full body, remember? Every finger, every toe, and definitely, every muscle.”
“Yes, ma’am. Far be it for anyone to claim I’m a sore loser.”
* * *
Once home, I went into the bedroom to grab the massage oils, looking from one to another, trying to decide which she’d prefer this time as I walked through the house to the patio door.
“Adam, I do believe you are slightly overdressed.”
Looking up, I almost dropped the bottles. Hannah was framed in the open door, holding a blanket. I didn’t just get to watch her walk across the yard naked as the day she’d been born, I got to walk beside her.
I parted the branches and she ducked inside, but turned as I stepped in after her. “I want to add a caveat to my win.”
“Oh?” I asked.
Her face flushed but she nodded. “I want to feel the snake’s bite.”
My cock was already rising and I grinned. “I think I can manage that.”
She stepped close, dropped her hand to take hold of my cock. “Make that two caveats.”
“You’re pushing it, babe.”
“Maybe,” she conceded, but her smile had my cock twitching in her hold. “And I don’t want to be greedy… well, that’s a lie.”
When I opened my lips to assure her I’d give her whatever she desired, she placed a finger over them.
“And we both know the price for lying. But instead of your belt, I want to feel the bite of one of those.” Releasing my lips, she pointed to the branches that shielded us in our Eden.
After I nodded, she set aside the gardening shears she’d concealed between the fold of the blanket before spreading it out and lying down. I massaged every inch, every nook and cranny until she was glistening, front and back. When I guided her to her hands and knees, she watched as I took the shears and cut a switch, making sure to remove every bud and burr. I whipped it through the air and she shuddered, her eyes never leaving the implement that would be but the first snake to take a bite of her ass.
Her cries were sharp, but her moans delicious as my hand rubbed away the sting after the switch had landed. Thin red lines rose on her white ass, which lifted again and again, asking for another bite. I’d placed seven lines before the switch broke. Tossing it away, I ran one hand over her welted flesh and used the other to oil my cock.
“Ready for the next bite?” I asked, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart.
“Oh, yes… yes, sir.”
I sank into her… into heaven in the middle of the Eden we’d created together. I didn’t bite, I worshipped. Every stroke was slow, each one filling her completely, pausing before pulling back. Each whimper, every mewl and gasp was sung by the angel who was the other half of my soul… my very life.
Epilogue
Hannah
We were celebrating with a candlelit dinner at Stefano’s. The table was covered with white linen, set with china and crystal. Two candles burned on either side of a low bowl filled with flowers that added their aroma to the air. I’d accepted bites of lobster, dipped in melted butter and offered to me from Brett’s fork. Every decadent bite was delicious, every swallow of wine enhancing our meal. But I didn’t need any of the luxuries he had surprised me with. I would have been happy even if we were sitting in rickety plastic chairs outside some food truck, wiping smears of mustard and relish from our lips after biting into hotdogs.
“You are glowing.”
I smiled across the table, at the man who had not only wed me two years earlier, but had changed my very life a year ago today.
“It’s the candles,” I said.
He leaned forward and reached for my hand.
For a moment, my heart tripped, waiting for the command that had begun this journey. It hadn’t been all roses and candlelight. Some days I’d wondered if I could ever let go of all the stress that had made my life so miserable. But Brett had never once faltered. Over time, I’d learned that I didn’t need to be strong all the time. I’d stopped volunteering to chair every committee. I’d found far greater satisfaction in mentoring others, offering my help but not snatching at control.
Every Friday, I stood naked in the middle of our living room waiting for my maintenance. I had never thought I’d miss it, but I had… horribly during the times that my husband had deployed. But even with him thousands of miles away, I found that I wasn’t alone. I had an entire incredible circle of women who were my sisters… not by birth, but by the very fact that our husbands were soldiers. We cried together, prayed together, were strong for each other. And when our soldiers, our husbands, came home, we celebrated the gift of more time with the men who fought to keep us safe.
The warmth of his hand covering mine, the
touch of his finger stroking along my wrist, brought me out of my thoughts to see him shaking his head.
“No. It’s not the candles. You’ve always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but tonight… tonight, it’s like you are lit from within.”
“If I am, that’s because you ignited the flame.” When he grinned, I couldn’t help but give a giggle. “Not that flame,” I said. “You’ve given me so much, and now I want to give you your anniversary gift.”
“I don’t need a gift, Hannah. Every day when I open my eyes, see you in my bed, feel you in my arms, I thank God for the gift of you.”
I heard the truth in his voice, but I still shook my head and pulled my hand from beneath his. “Close your eyes anyway, please.”
I loved the fact that he didn’t even ask why. He sat back and closed them, and I took a moment just to stare at his face. How could one person hold so much love for another?
After another moment, I took a deep breath. “Okay, open them.”
He did, but it took him a moment to drop his gaze to the table. When he lifted them again, I saw the wonder in their green depths.
We’d given each other the gift of paper for our first anniversary. Paper that had held our new vows. The traditional gift for the second year was cotton.
“Hannah? Are you… are we…” He lifted the gift from the table, a tiny cotton bootie in each hand. One blue… one pink.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re going to be a real daddy.”
Other diners might have been startled when he whooped and stood, pulling me from my chair and spinning me around. I laughed, loving the pure joy on his face. Suddenly he stopped, his eyes widening as he gently set me down.
“I… I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “You’ve never cared what others thought before.”
“I still don’t,” he said, taking a seat and cradling me on his lap. “But you’re going to be a mommy.”
Cupping his face, I kissed him. “A little spinning won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I assured him, pulling his head down so that I could whisper in his ear. “And, this doesn’t mean we have to stop maintenance nights. We just have to be a bit more careful once I get huge.”
He reached to tug the necklace that he’d given me months earlier out of the neck of my dress. It was a pair of dog tags, not of aluminum, but of silver. He’d draped them over my head to lay between my naked breasts while I had stood ‘at ease’. Engraved on one was My Hannah, my love, my life, my recruit. Turning the other so that I could read it, he ran a finger over the lettering, speaking the words aloud: Property of Major Daddy.
“Babe, we can have a dozen children, and I will love and cherish every one. I will bounce our babies on my knee, but you will never doubt I am already a ‘real’ daddy. I am your daddy. The daddy who will keep you safe, love you always, and spank your ass when needed. Is that clear?”
I laughed, joy flooding through me, and as he placed his palm against my belly that was still flat, I snapped a salute. “Yes, sir. I’ll always be yours to command, Daddy.”
The End
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