by Allysa Hart
“Wish for whatever you want. You never know who’s listening.”
Katie laid her hand on her stomach and prayed. She loved her age-play lifestyle, but she also yearned to be a mommy and feel a little person grow inside her belly. She would give anything to see the ultimate culmination of her and Mark’s love manifested in the form of a child. He was such a good daddy in the lifestyle and would be the absolute best with his very own son or daughter. It was so easy for her to imagine him rocking a tiny little bundle in his arms while singing both the mommy and baby to sleep.
The sound of Rose’s phone ringing shattered her daydream. It was Mark. “One second, she’s right here.”
Katie took the phone and slid down the slide, “Hiiiii, Daddy.”
“Hello, sweetheart. Are you having fun?”
“Yep, but I’m tired now.” She sat on the swing and rocked herself as she talked. “Did you finish your detective test and get an A plus?”
His deep laugh reverberated through the phone. “I doubt it, but I feel pretty good about it. I won’t know the results for about a week or two, but I was calling to tell you that one of the patrol officer’s called in, so I’m picking up a late shift. Do you want to stay with Auntie and Uncle?”
“Sleepover!” She bobbed with excitement in Rose’s direction.
“I will take that as a yes. It’s also good to know you miss me. Geez.”
“Of course I miss you, but get serious. A sleepover is like the funnest thing ever.” She placed her hand on her hip and nodded solidly in Rose’s direction.
“I’m sensing an attitude,” he said with an amused laugh. “Have Auntie swing by here so you can pack a bag. I will pick you up in the morning when I get off. You behave yourself for me, okay?”
“I will, I will! I love you.”
“I guess we’re having a sleepover. We better get moving. Uncle Keith just messaged me that he’s on his way home and is hungry. I told him that you’re staying with us and we’ll pick up some dinner after we get your things.”
“Yeah, we better feed him. He’s not fun when he’s hungry.”
“Tell me about it. He turns into a mean, old grump and drives me nuts.”
In no time, Katie was doing a running leap into the waiting arms of Uncle Keith.
“Well, that’s quite the greeting. How come you aren’t ever this excited to see me, Rosie-girl?” He lifted his brow at his wife.
She placed the take-out food on the kitchen table. “Because I live with you.”
Katie giggled, “Nu uh. She said you are a mean old man, and she needs to feed you so she can put up with your grumpy old butt.”
Rose’s mouth gaped open. “That is not what I said!”
“Maybe not exactly, but you did call him a mean, old grump.”
“I can’t believe that you just ratted me out, you little stinker.”
“Gotta make sure I’m the favorite.”
Keith snickered and swatted Katie’s rump as he set her down. “She is right. I’m old, and I do need to eat. Feed me before I start nibbling on the first little girl I can catch.”
Katie’s eyes opened wide, and she scurried away hiding behind Rose. “Eat her! She has more meat to fill your belly!”
“Did you just call me fat?” Rose’s mouth hung open.
“You’re not fat. You’re perfect. You’re also my dessert.” Keith winked at his wife.
“I love dessert! It’s the best part of dinner. Hurry let’s eat!” Deep in her current headspace, Katie did not catch the sexual innuendo.
Rose broke out into a gale of laughter. “We didn’t get anything extra, but you may have some candy if you finish your dinner.”
“Did you bring me any candy?” Keith asked, glancing around the room for the tell-tale bags.
“You don’t need candy,” Rose said, poking his solid abdomen. “Not if you plan on staying hot and sexy for me.”
“But I like candy,” the man pouted.
“You can share mine, Uncle. You just have to promise to take little bites. You and Daddy always take giant bites and leave nothing for me, and it’s not fair. Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
“Good. Now that the candy situation is resolved, let’s eat.”
***
“Alright kiddo, bedtime.” Keith yawned as he untangled his wife’s arms from around his waist and rose from the couch.
“No! My movie isn’t over!” Katie whined.
“It’s playing the credits. It’s over.” He snapped his fingers. “Go brush your teeth and get to bed.”
“But I like this song.” She did not move from her belly down position in front of the television; her legs bent at the knees and feet swaying happily back and forth.
“One.”
“Five more minutes.”
“Two.”
“Okay, two more minutes!”
“Three.” He scooped her up and brought her to the couch. Rose scrambled to get out of his way as he sat quickly and arranged Katie with her tummy over his lap.
“No! Nonono! I thought you meant two minutes. I didn’t know you were still counting. You didn’t even give me a warning. This isn’t fair! I don’t want a spanking!” Katie kicked, twisted, and fought her hardest to free herself from his tight grip. Keith ignored her and pulled down her hot pink jammie pants and panties to expose her pale backside.
“It’s been a long time since this naughty bottom has been over my knee. I think it forgot what happens when it ends up here.”
“No! It’s not a naughty bottom. See how white it is? It’s a good bottom!”
Rose shook her head, “Oh baby, you just issued a challenge that no Dom would ever ignore.”
“No! It’s not a challenge! It’s not. Lemme go!” Her feet scissored helplessly in the air before they were trapped under Keith’s strong leg. There was no pleasure or ‘adult’ stimulation when Keith spanked Katie. Their relationship was purely familial, so when she was sent over her uncle’s knee, she was a little girl to him and nothing more.
“Hmm, I wonder how long it would take to turn your bottom to the same color as these pants. What do you think, Rose?”
“Her pajamas are pink and I thought you hated the color pink. Can’t you do better than that?” She coaxed.
Katie could tell that they were teasing, but she also knew that once in this position, there was no escape without a hot bottom. Keith’s hand had the ability to set a fire hot enough to cause a naughty little girl to fall asleep on her belly.
“Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a naughty girl’s attitude.”
“No! I’m not a tootsie pop!”
“One.” The sound of the smack reverberated through the room.
“Ow! I’ll go to bed!”
“Two…”
***
A couple of weeks later, Katelyn was engrossed in work when her cell phone rang. She quickly closed her office door and answered tiredly, “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, baby girl. How’s your day going?”
“Busy, as usual,” she sighed.
“Not too busy, I hope. Did you eat your snack?” His voice carried the seriousness that she knew would match the look on his face.
“Yes, and I will eat my lunch and go for my walk as soon as I finish this contract.” She tried to keep the attitude out of her voice.
“You know I’m just looking out for you, right? I also know that you just rolled your eyes at me. I can see through the phone, remember?” He laughed when she groaned. “I called to tell you something special. Would you like some good news?” The excitement in his voice piqued her interest.
“I love good news! Tell me! Tell me!” She bounced on her office chair making it squeak slightly.
“I guess I could wait until we get home to tell you.” He joked, the joviality evident in his voice.
“Stop teasing me. You know that drives me crazy.”
“Are you certain that you want to know?”
“Uh, yes!�
� She drew out the last word mentally adding a ‘duh’ to the end.
“I just got the news. I passed my detective exam, and the promotion is being pushed through!”
Katelyn jumped out of her seat, sending her desk chair into the wall behind her. “What? Oh, Mark, that’s so great—I’m so proud of you! We need to celebrate.”
“I agree. How about a big date with Keith and Rose? You can wear the new dress you bought for your brother’s graduation.”
“Okay, that sounds like so much fun. We haven’t gone out like that in a long time. When would you like to go?”
“Tonight. I want you to get out of work early, stop at the salon on your way home and pamper yourself. Get yourself all prettied up and be ready for some serious celebrating.”
Katie looked down at the day planner on her desk. She had a meeting with her assistant to go over their schedule for the next week, but other than that there was nothing. The guilt of leaving work early always sat heavy on her conscious, so she threw out excuses hoping to get him to change his mind. “Mark, I can’t just leave early. I have responsibilities including a four o’clock meeting and a mountain of paperwork that just keeps growing. Let’s go out this weekend instead.” Her voice wavered and sounded strange to her own ears. There was no way her intuitive husband was going to buy it.
“Katie?”
Hearing the seriousness in his tone, she slowly reclaimed her seat. “What?”
“Are you refusing to mind Daddy?”
“Umm, yeah, kinda.”
“Are you allowed to tell Daddy ‘no’ if you don’t have a good reason for it?”
She didn’t respond immediately although every ounce of her attitude wanted to argue that her reasons were valid. In reality, she worked more hours than necessary and never took time for herself, even if she was ill. Mark deserved to have all of her attention and be shown that she appreciated his efforts, especially after working so hard to get to this point.
“No,” she finally responded with an exasperated sigh.
“Good girl. So we agree that you’re going to do as you’re told, and we’re going to have some big girl fun tonight?”
The excitement in his voice made her smile. “We agree.”
“Great. I love you to the moon and back and will see you at home. Make sure you get the full treatment at the salon. No skimping.”
Her tone revealed her dismay. “Ugh, if you insist.”
“Good girl. Bye, baby.” The leer in his words was audible. He got his way and was clearly happy about it.
“Bye, Daddy.” She furrowed her brow and pouted as she hung up her cell phone. After rescheduling her meeting, she made an appointment at the salon. She loved being pampered, except for waxing. When Mark said ‘full treatment,’ it meant he wanted her smooth from the waist down and that shit hurt! She convinced herself that pleasing him was worth the pain, especially after he worked so hard to get a promotion that would get him off the road as a patrolman and keep him out of harm’s way.
She left her office in good spirits and arrived at the salon in record time where her favorite stylist welcomed her with a hug and issued her to the station. “Hey, girl! Bring your cute ass over to my chair and tell me why your sexy cop is making you get all dolled up.”
The nick-name for Mark filled Katie with the pride of knowing that he belonged only to her. After sharing her news about the exam, the stylist snorted about him going from ‘sexy cop’ to ‘big shot detective’ and complained in a mock outrage how unfair it was to be denied the ultimate pleasure of seeing him strutting his hot ass around in his sexy uniform. A chorus of women joined in agreement.
Katelyn snickered. “Sorry, but he will probably be wearing a suit and tie now.”
Pressing her lips together, the other woman conceded. “Well, I suppose that will have to do. Most of us agree that the only thing hotter than a man in uniform is one in a well-tailored suit. Just make sure that it hugs his ass and fits nicely across his shoulders; otherwise, you’re going to hear some complaints.”
“I’ll do my best,” Katie promised. She groaned as she was gestured towards the waxing room. “I really hope he appreciates what I suffer through to make his hot ass happy.”
“They never do, darling. But as long as he makes you happy in return, it’s worth it, right?”
“I suppose,” the young woman grunted unhappily as the door closed behind them.
***
Two and a half hours later, Katelyn pulled into the driveway and saw Mark waiting for her on the porch still dressed in his uniform. The crisp fabric strained against his arm muscles and tapered down to his slender waist. She took a moment to appreciate the view and wondered if he would be open to keeping the uniform around to dress up in for some ‘play time’ at a later date.
Striding quickly towards her, he yanked the door open, pulled her out by the hand and drew her straight into his arms. The tight embrace lifted her off the ground, and she buried her face into his neck to nuzzle him and breathe in the delicious woodsy-citrusy cologne that mixed with his natural scent.
“You smell delicious,” she purred. “I could eat you up right here and now.”
“Not until I have a chance to do an up close and personal inspection of the salon’s work to ensure I got my money’s worth,” he announced as he threw her over his shoulder and tickled her on the way to their room.
“Your money? No! Stop! Put me down!” The last bit came out in squeals as she pounded on his back.
Tossing her onto their bed, he removed her sandals and began to kiss each one of her toes. “You had a French pedicure? You know what it does to me.” He growled, making his way up her smooth legs with a touch so gentle that it caused her to squirm and coo. The tickling was followed with tiny kisses that stopped when he reached her skirt.
Standing, he put a hand on the back of his neck as though contemplating the next move.
“All of these clothes are in my way, and I think that it’s time they came off. Now, where do I begin?”
She fought half-heartedly as he flipped her over to unzip the skirt and divest the lower half of her body of clothing. As much as she wanted to let him continue his exploration, she knew they would never leave the house if he went any further. Neither one of them were good at being quick when it came to love-making.
“Stop! You’re ruining my hair. We need to get ready to go.”
Ignoring her fight, he continued his inspection. “Detectives have to be thorough, and I truly appreciate your selflessness in helping me hone my skills.” His lips followed in a trail of kisses all the way up to her stomach. Abruptly, he pulled her off the bed, turned her around and sharply smacked her bottom. “You’re wasting time. We need to get ready.”
“Oh sure! How do you manage to blame everything on me?” She laughed as he discreetly adjusted the front of his pants on his way to the bathroom. The shower turned on with his voice carrying over the noise of the flowing water.
“Oh yes, my poor baby girl is so neglected.”
Rolling her eyes, she removed his favorite shirt and tie from the closet and placed them on the bed and then readied herself for a night of fun with their closest friends.
***
Katie woke to the smell of coffee. Glancing at the nightstand, she saw the travel mug filled with the perfectly brewed, fresh, hot coffee that Mark made for her every morning before he left for work. Holding it with both hands, she let the warmth seep into her skin and sipped it gratefully. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to relish the memories of the incredible lovemaking shared with Mark the night before. Their time together left her wonderfully sore and satisfied, and she wished that she could have just stayed in bed to savor the joy a little longer.
But, alas, the responsibilities of the day called. She finished the cup before getting out of bed and readied herself for work. After a long, hot shower, she sat down to read the paper as she nibbled on her breakfast. A knock at the door startled her, and she peered at the clock. Was Mark expect
ing a delivery?
Opening the door, she was greeted by two uniformed police officers; one of which was Keith. “What’s going on?”
His eyes were red-rimmed. “Katie, I need you to put some shoes on and come with us.”
“Come with you? Where? Why? Why isn’t Mark with you? What happened? Where’s Mark?” Her words flew out as her fears became a reality.
Keith kept his emotions level and calm. “He’s at the hospital, honey. We need you to come with us right now.”
She obeyed and followed them to the patrol car. When the other officer turned on the sirens, Katie’s body began to shake. She prayed that this was all just a very bad dream.
Chapter Three
Katelyn stared numbly at the triangle-shaped fold of the American flag in her lap. Her entire world had come to a screeching halt since Keith had brought the tragic news to her doorstep. At the hospital, he tearfully shared the story. He and Mark had been summoned to investigate a routine domestic dispute that occurred with so much frequency that they knew the homeowners by name. By the time they arrived, the situation had escalated. They called for backup when they heard the husband shouting followed by the sound of a gunshot. Knowing that a child was involved, they yanked the screen door off the hinges and rushed inside to see the wife cowering in a corner and shielding her child with her body.
The entry of the officers sent the screaming man into a frenzy, and he aimed the gun at the sobbing woman and terrified child. The two immediately tried to disarm him, and a second shot rang through the air. Keith brought the man to the floor and cuffed him and then turned to look in the direction of the screaming woman. Mark’s body lay unmoving on the dingy carpet, and nothing could be done to save him. He was gone, killed in the line of duty while saving the lives of a helpless woman and child.
She couldn’t accept that Mark was gone from her life and refused to view his casketed body. Her brain was on a loop track and refused to give her peace. Their last night together played continuously in her head. Guilt plagued her—had she known it would be the last evening with her husband, she would have made every moment last. She would have savored each bite of food he held to her lips, made him dance with her to one more song, and laughed a little harder at his corny jokes. When he had taken her to bed to continue his faux inspection, she would not have rushed him, and after they were both fully satiated, she would have let him hold her a little longer before rolling over and fading into dream land. That final night would be how she would remember him; alive and happy. She would give anything to fall asleep in his arms just once more