“At a restaurant?”
“Yeah, that nice Italian place.”
“Really, Josh, I’d be happy to lie around the pool and have a sandwich.”
“You can’t celebrate with a sandwich.”
“Why not? Isn’t it my celebration? Can’t we celebrate any way I want?”
“Of course we can,” he said. “Just as soon as we get home, after I take care of what I have to here. You don’t want one of those things that I have to take care of to be a spanking over the hood of the car again, do you?”
“No!” Chelsea said.
“Good, then smile and be patient like a good girl.”
* * *
Chelsea huffed and sipped from her gas station coffee, all the while glaring at Josh through narrowed lashes. They’d been sitting there for a solid hour while some boy painstakingly detailed the car. “How much longer, Josh? It’s been ages and you said this was the last stop.”
“Not long. Patience.”
“I have been patient. I was patient while you had your hair styled, I was patient while you chose four very similar ties out of twenty practically identical ones. I even went along with having my nails done when I really didn’t feel like it. I didn’t complain when the restaurant was full. Hell, I ate raw fish off that conveyer belt thing for lunch, when all I wanted was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich by the pool! Now we’ve been stuck here for at least an hour while this kid washes your perfectly clean car inside and out! You have people who do that, don’t you?”
“That was a sushi train,” Josh said. “Now calm your jets, Chels, look, he’s finished.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“Now we’re going home.”
“Good.” She kicked off her shoes and carried them in her hand to the car.
“Oh, and Chels?”
“Yeah?”
“You only got away with that tantrum because today is a special day and I don’t want it ruined.”
Chelsea couldn’t believe that Josh had let all this petty stuff ruin this special time, that he’d rather do errands than go home and spend the day with her. She looked at his face. He was as calm as always, but there was a wrinkle in his forehead that gave away what a frustrating day it had been for him too. Not because of the nails or the sushi. Not because he too had waited so long for the car cleaning. That crease in his forehead was there because she’d moaned and complained for most of the day. “I’m sorry,” she said honestly. “Let’s go home.”
* * *
It was twilight when they got home and although there would be no lying in the sun, Chelsea had to smile at the prettily lit driveway. It never got old. It was like driving into a fairyland. “I can’t wait to get these clothes off. All I want to do is lie on the sofa and eat junk.”
“I was thinking we might have a swim anyway.”
“Are you serious?” she giggled. “Really, it’s like you’re being Mr. Contrary or something.”
“I just thought it would be a fun way to relax.”
“It would,” she agreed. “Just let me go and put on my bathing suit.”
“You have bathing suits in the pool house.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re up to something,” she said, and he was, she just couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
“What would I be up to?” he asked with a grin. “You’re tired, I was just saving you the trouble.”
“Of catching an elevator and walking down a hallway?” she asked.
“Up to you.”
Was he holding his breath? “Ok, I’ll come now. I’m sure I can find something in the pool house.”
“There you go,” he said.
She watched as he typed the code into the new electronic lock that he’d had installed and swung the much higher gate open, standing to one side to let her enter. She actually jumped though when a small crowd of people shouted.
“Surprise!”
Chelsea’s mouth dropped open. People from home! “Andy!” She ran and hugged him. Her mom and dad were there. Mark was there. She turned to Josh. “Sophie!” she squealed. She hadn’t seen her friend since she’d walked out of the diner. Her visits home had been fleeting and she didn’t want to go anywhere near Tom. She threw her arms around her friend. “I’ve missed you.”
“You sure, when you have all this?” Sophie said with a smile.
“I’m not here for all this.”
“I know, I’m just teasing,” Sophie said. “That Mark is nice, is he unattached?”
“Tonight he is, it seems.” Chelsea whispered. “I’d better see my parents. We’ll party in a minute.”
“Hi, mom, dad,” she said, kissing them both.
“Chelsea, we surprised you!” Amy said, tugging on her suit skirt.
Chelsea bent down and picked up her small friend. “Yes, you sure did. Mom and dad, this is Amy.”
“We’ve met,” her dad said. “We’re old friends, aren’t we, Amy?”
“Your daddy gives good piggyback rides.”
“He does,” Chelsea said. An old memory of herself on her daddy’s back as he galloped around the yard dropped in and she smiled. Her dad had been her best friend then. Where had it gone so wrong? “I’d say he was about the best piggy-backer ever.”
Rick beamed. “You do remember the good times,” he said.
“Of course,” Chelsea said. “There were a lot.”
“Of course there were,” her mom said. “You know, holding a child suits you, Chelsea.”
“Thanks, mom,” Chelsea said at the not-so-subtle hint. “I’d better go and say hello to everyone.”
“Yes, of course,” Mavis said. “You see to your guests. Is there anything I can do?”
“I’m sure it’s fine, mom. You just relax.”
“Chelsea?” Rick said.
“Yes, dad?”
“I’m glad your case went well. This’ll be a fresh start.”
Chelsea smiled. “Yes it will, dad.”
* * *
“Are you enjoying your party?” Josh asked as Chelsea cuddled up to him.
“Yes, I am, it was the best surprise ever.” She looked up at him sheepishly. “That’s why you kept me in town, wasn’t it?” The question was rhetorical, really. Obviously that’s what he’d been doing.
“Uh huh. Sorry. I know I was being annoying.”
“It was a beautiful thought.”
“The night’s not over.”
“Oh? More surprises? You haven’t brought Tom over, have you?”
“Oh God, no,” he chuckled. “I’m pretty sure he’s busy.”
“What did you do?” she asked with a grin.
“Me? Nothing besides giving Sophie a job in one of our stores. It’s a little out-of-town but she doesn’t mind the commute. Didn’t she tell you?”
“No! That’s so great.” A thought hit her. “That’s why Tom’s busy?”
“Sure is. Seems he has a shortage of staff. He has to wait tables himself.” They both burst out laughing.
Anita brought over a tray of hors d’oeuvres. “I haven’t seen either of you eat anything,” she said.
Josh took the tray and signaled a waiter. “Anita, I won’t tell you again, stop with the serving. You are a guest at this party. There are caterers to do that.”
“Yes, Josh,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Bossy, isn’t he?”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
Josh cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” he said. “I’d like to say a few words.”
Chelsea smiled back when Josh grinned at her nervously.
“Thank you all for coming tonight. I’m sure that Chelsea thinks you’re all here to help her celebrate the fact that she didn’t end up in more trouble than she did over her little indiscretion,” he chuckled.
Chelsea tilted her head slightly while she waited to hear what he was getting at. She was very confused.
“That’s not why we’re here,” he said. “A little while ago Chels and I went to visit her mom an
d dad. She doesn’t know why I was so insistent on the visit. I needed to ask her dad a question.”
The penny dropped and there was a happy rumble that flowed through the guests. Chelsea though was speechless. When she woke up that morning, this was the last way she thought the day would end.
“I wanted you all to witness this moment. I wanted my own parents here as well, but unfortunately they are cruising and, well, I just couldn’t wait for them to get home. They do know what I’m about to do though and they are over the moon.”
“Get on with it!” Mark yelled out. “Before she runs away.”
“Ok, ok.” He took Chelsea’s hand and dropped to one knee.
“Oh my God,” Chelsea said, her eyes filling with tears.
“This morning at the fountain, I made a wish. I hope it comes true.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. “Chelsea Patterson, will you marry me?”
“Yes, of course I will.” Tears flowed down Chelsea’s face as he slipped the most beautiful diamond ring that she had ever seen on her finger.
“Can I be a flower girl?” Amy shouted.
“Of course you can,” Chelsea and Josh said together, laughing at the little girl’s excitement.
* * *
“It was a magic evening, Josh, thank you so much. I didn’t realize how much I missed everyone.”
“You’re welcome.”
She held out her hand and examined the huge diamond on her finger. Not that size mattered. It could have been a tiny chip and she would have loved it, because Josh gave it to her and she loved him, more every day. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a married woman. It kind of makes me a grownup.”
“Yes, it does. Which brings me to another point that I think we need to talk about.”
“Oh, no, what did I do?”
“You didn’t do anything, silly. I just want to talk to you about what you would like to do with your life.”
“Um, I thought I was going to marry you.”
“Do you want to be a housewife?”
Chelsea giggled. “Well, obviously not in the traditional sense. There isn’t much work for a housewife to do around here.”
“Exactly. I want you to know that this is your choice. I didn’t bring it up before because you had the court case coming up, but I think you should think about college again.”
“I don’t know, it didn’t end real well last time. I hated my classes, most of them anyway.”
“You could start again. If you could choose any career, what do you think you’d like to do?”
“Hmm,” Chelsea said, thinking. “You know, I didn’t realize how much I liked kids until I started to spend time with Amy. I wouldn’t mind teaching children.”
“Well, there you go.”
“But what if it all went wrong again. There’s so many temptations that go along with school; the parties and the drinking…”
Josh frowned, but there was a twinkle in his eye. “There’ll be none of that. You’ll be coming home to me every night and I’ll be checking that you keep up.”
“You’ll help me stay on track?”
“You know I will.”
Epilogue
“Can you tell me now where we’re going?” Chelsea begged. This was their wedding night and Josh had carried her over the threshold an hour before. The threshold though wasn’t at their house, or a hotel. It was a private jet. He had stubbornly refused to tell her where they were going for weeks before the wedding. Curiosity had earned her several trips over her fiancé’s knee and now they were an hour into their trip and actually married, but she still didn’t know. Finally she was about to find out, she hoped.
“Yes,” Josh said as he slowly unzipped her dress, allowing the layers of silk, lace, and tulle to pool at her feet.
“Well, where?” She shivered in delight as he kissed her shoulder, his hands running around to cup her breasts through her shimmery white corset.
“Paris.” He ran the tips of his fingers over any bare skin he could find before beginning the task of unlacing her.
“Really? I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” She breathed out with satisfaction as the bones loosened, allowing her to actually take a deep breath. “Oh God, that feels so good. I don’t know how those women in the early days wore these things every day.”
“Uh huh,” he said, dropping the offending garment on to the floor. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Chelsea turned and started on his shirt buttons, but he stopped her. “Not yet?”
“Nope.” He sat on the edge of the big round bed. “I want to spank your pretty bottom for the first time since you became my wife.”
“Wife. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.” He tipped her over his knee, whipping down the delicate underwear that was hiding absolutely nothing. He smoothed his hand over the pale skin, so soft and velvety against his palm. He could feel Chelsea relaxing, crossing her arms on the soft comforter and resting her head on them while she waited. He started softly. Tiny pats to make her silky skin tremble beneath his fingers.
“Harder,” she said with a wiggle of her cute behind.
Only too willing to give his bride what she wanted, Josh spanked harder, each slap bringing her closer to her limit.
“Too hard,” she squeaked.
He parted her cheeks and found a very wet slit. “Ok, but I think you liked it,” he chuckled. He let her up though and pulled her into his arms. “Have I told you how much I love you?” he asked.
“Several times a day and I love you too.”
“I think it’s time that I made love to my wife.”
The End
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