“Oh, honey, she’s just emotional. It’s a part of her new condition,” Nana assured him turning back to the task of finishing their supper.“Get used to it Crey,” Papa said, pouring a cup of coffee. “They do this…a lot.” Creighton smiled and kissed Sandra’s cheek, easing her away from his chest slightly.“Is that what it is?” he asked in a soft whisper, watching her nod.“I’m sorry,” she sniffed. He took the handkerchief Nana reached out to him and dried her tears for her.“It’s half my fault, if I remember correctly, though it has been a while since we were reminded of the event.”Papa cleared his throat and Nana turned the faucet on a bit stronger to drown their conversation out, as Sandra leaned her head into Creighton’s chest to hide her embarrassment.“Now, will you relax?” he asked, an amused tone echoing in his words. “I’m not trying to move your grandparents out of their home.”“I’m sorry,” she sniffed. “I should never doubt you.”“Just remember that,” he chuckled softly. “I m
“We have yours and Cathy’s first outfits saved,” Nana said, wiping her nose on the edge of her apron. “It was one of the few things we were able to salvage when your folks died.”“I’ll take mine, but I think Cathy will want to keep hers, just in case.”“Did we tell you? Andrew is planning on meeting her in New York to help her settle in?” Nana added with a sly grin. “She’ll be going out there in a few weeks to meet with her new boss and to find a place to live. She’s already got a young couple who will take over the lease at her apartment. Michael Farnsworth asked her to stay on as his assistant, but she’s decided to take the job in Valley Stream. She’s looking forward to moving and is eager to find a new life for herself. Maybe the larger town will help get the country girl out of her hair.”“I hope she finds happiness there,” Sandra said softly, a sad edge to her tone. “Can we play?” Papa asked, waiting for Sandra to take her turn. She placed the items back in the bag and set it o
Moments turned into seconds as he peeled her pants down her legs, kissing a path along her spine, over her hips and across her buttocks, lifting one leg after another until she stood before him in only her bra.Creighton walked around to her front and smiled. His fingers caressing her ribs, up to her sternum before cupping her firm breasts in his hands. He smiled seductively, unfastening the lacy restraint and pushing it down her arms. His smile widened as he tossed the object to the floor with the rest of her clothing, cupping her breasts again, his thumbs brushing the swollen nipples and she gasped in pain, causing him to frown.“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just a bit sore.”“It’s normal, according to the books. I’ll take it easy on you.”“Not too easy I hope,” she blushed. Creighton smiled, then walked to the black bag and picked it up.“Come here,” he told her with a wiggle of his finger, leading her back toward the bed. Sandra bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from giggl
Creighton chuckled when her body began to quiver, her legs tightening as they struggled against the rod, forcing him to brace it with his knee so she couldn’t move her feet. Her stomach clenched, and her head began to swim with the heat and desire of anticipation. Sandra moaned loudly as he reached up and pinched her nipples gently; first one and then the other. She was sure he had three hands as he continued to play with her. He tormented her until she was certain she would lose her remaining sanity once and for all.“No more, please,” she whimpered, her body quivering, her head spinning. “I can’t take any more. Please, let me cum.” “Let go, darling,” he told her in a hushed tone, the speed on the glass vibrator increasing to its fullest strength. Sandra did as he ordered and cried out her release as he caressed and massaged her clitoris with the wand in one hand, opening her labia so he could move the ball to rest against her. His other hand returned to the glass tube, thrusting
Kansas had been a wonderful trip, though perhaps not as long as she would have liked. Sandra visited with old friends before bidding her grandparents’ farewell. Papa and Nana would be joining them the following month. Creighton had paid the back taxes on the property in Yorkshire. The workers had been hired to start the restoration after being assured by Andrew that Angela Meacham was not killed in the house.Michael Farnsworth was elected unanimously as the Mayor of Hoisington, until the next election, and was already busy setting up office, sorting through the budget and making plans for the coming months. Cathy had left for New York as she planned, but not before Sandra and she had spent several hours talking. Once her little sister set her straight and made certain she was aware of the consequences of touching Creighton, accidentally or not, Cathy was able to leave town with a fanfare and celebration that only money could afford on such short notice. The rift between the siblings
As predicted, Sandra woke the next morning with a jerking in her stomach that made her run to the bathroom. As she leaned across the toilet, she thought about the books they had been reading. If they were right, she was at the end of the morning sickness stage, and she welcomed its departure gladly. She honestly felt as though she should name the many toilets, she had visited over the past three months. The one in her grandparents’ home could be John, the one at Aunt Kissy’s could be Jane. The one on the plane would be Miles, since Creighton insisted they needed to keep up their membership in the Mile-High Club and this one was definitely Pervie, named after the perversion she knew her husband would soon introduce her to…again.Creighton awoke to the sounds of his wife in the bathroom. Gut wrenching sounds that made his own stomach jump echoed from behind the closed door. He tossed the covers aside and quietly padded down the stairs to the kitchen where he stood in front of the fridge
Creighton shut the door and left Sandra sitting in the tub staring at him. She knew he would never harm her, but she had no idea what he had planned for her either. The temptation was growing, only now it had a different path to take than defiance. She was very eager to know what he had in mind for her.Five minutes passed by before she stepped back into the bedroom. The dim light from the lamps bathed the windowless room in a romantic glow. She glanced up to the table sitting in the corner of the room and blushed. After using it at Rochelle’s, she was certain he had something wickedly delicious in store for it. Sandra walked to the bed and found the leather thong that went with her matching bustier and smiled. There was a pair of black nylons, her thigh high black boots and the diamond and sapphire necklace he had given her on their wedding day, but there was no top, no bra, not even a robe to cover up with. She found the blush stinging her delicate face as she quickly donned the ou
Sandra smiled at him. He was giving her an out, but she knew that this was only the first time he would insist she learn his business. Perhaps she could delay his relief by trying to understand what he had to teach her. After all, he had played with her and kept her frustrated more times than she could count while they were in Kansas.“Shall we begin?” she asked him in a voice dripping with sugar. Creighton frowned. She was up to something, he could tell, but right now, looking at her with her breasts at eye level was making it difficult for him to concentrate.The gauntlet was placed, as were the rules, and he found the challenge intriguing and delightful. He would make her play his game and in return, he would play hers. He knew she had wanted spanked and was confident that it was now safe enough to do so, with limitations. He would make certain she was well rewarded for her attentive behavior and he knew just from looking at her, she was going to try playing with fire again. This