by Maggie Ryan
Completely consumed with her new prize, she almost forgot that there was more in the box until Jason reminded her coaxing her to see what else he had for her. Peering over the edge, she saw a sweet little nursery paddle laying on the tissue paper. Picking it up, she noticed that it was decorated with a sweet little teddy bear. Tied through a loop on the end of the paddle were two blue satin ribbons that matched her dress perfectly. She puzzled for a moment as she tried to figure out why they were tied to the end of the paddle, when she spotted it. Tied to one of the ribbons glittered a white gold diamond engagement band. One hand shot to her mouth covering it as her eyes flew to Jason’s in awe.
A look of pure love filled his expression as he untied the ring from its place on the ribbon. Kneeling down on one knee, he held the ring up to her. “Melissa Toselli, you are the love of my life and the woman who fills my mind and heart every waking moment of the day. It is my hope that you will be both, my little girl, and my wife for the rest of our lives.” Smiling up through tears of his own, he asked her the question she would spend the rest of her life saying yes to. “Melissa, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Heart swelling so big with love she thought it would burst, she launched herself into his lap. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Jason,” she cried, then looked up at him from beneath damp lashes, “I mean, Daddy.”
The End
A Holiday Beginning
Thianna D
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A Holiday Beginning
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Chapter 1
Kenzie Langley glanced around as her car drove under the Corbin's Bend sign. She'd only been here once to meet her boyfriend's family, but knowing what she was here for this weekend made her shiver with excitement. At nineteen, she knew she was young, and yet she knew her own mind more than most girls her age. Probably came from having survived on her own from the time she was fourteen.
The streets were packed with snow but had been plowed recently, so her little Ford Focus was able to move along without a problem. The Denisons lived just west of the big dome, so she was able to find their home easily enough. She could never forget the dome. When she pulled onto the drive where Cory lived, she spotted three vehicles in front of the house and stopped dead. It was just supposed to be her and Cory this weekend. Who did the other cars belong to?
Before she could consider backing out of the cul-de-sac and going somewhere to make a call, she spotted the world's most gorgeous guy walking out of the front door. Cory Denison was five feet eleven inches tall, with wide shoulders and strong muscles you couldn't tell were there unless you touched him. With strawberry-blond hair and hazel eyes, a long angular face with pronounced cheekbones, and one tattoo she hadn't seen yet but he'd promised to show her this weekend, he was the perfect specimen of manhood, in her opinion. When added to the fact he now ran his own business, she considered herself really lucky she had caught his attention the day he'd walked into her work. His face lit up when he spotted her car, and he waved toward the drive in front of the garage.
Cautiously, she pulled in next to a large SUV, and rolled down her window as he walked up to her door. "Hey, Kenzie," he said with a grin, leaning in to give her a kiss. "Mom and Dad are about to leave, so Dad backed out of his spot. This way you can park in the garage."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." Kenzie could feel her light olive-toned skin flush as the door to the garage opened and she pulled inside. She knew Cory's parents liked her; they had accepted her with open arms when he'd brought her home over the Thanksgiving weekend. But for them to know the two of them were going to be here alone for the next few days was kind of embarrassing.
Before she'd even turned the car off, Cory opened the door, holding out his hand to help her out. It was one of the first things she had noticed about him when working at Lerner's Groceries in Boulder. He was a gentleman. At his age of twenty-one, that was a bit shocking. Other guys the same age would treat her right for a night, but then expect something at the end. In the three months they'd been dating, while he had made out with her, he had never pressured her for more than she was willing to give. Cory always treated her like a lady, which was a rather heady experience. Of course, he always insisted she treat herself the same way. That was much harder.
"Hey," she said, as he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
"Hey," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her; a long, leisurely kiss that made her knees quake and her heartbeat speed up. Pulling back slightly, he leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm glad you came up."
"Me too." His arms hugged her lightly against him even as his hands slid to her rear end and squeezed lightly. "Cory," she gasped, with a giggle. "Not where everyone can see."
He grinned. "We're in Corbin's Bend, Kenz. Nobody would think twice about it."
Nobody would think twice about it. Such a unique concept. Kenzie had thought she was a freak for being fascinated with spanking. Until Cory told her the entire town he lived in was built on the premise of being a spanker community. While she hadn't seen or heard any spanking going on during the time she'd been there in November, Cory had promised to spank her this weekend. And oh, how she looked forward to it. Her rear end tingled with anticipation.
"Morning, Kenzie," David, Cory's father said, as he walked into the garage. "Looking forward to the holiday?"
"Yes, sir. I am." Calling an adult sir or ma'am was built into her character. Her parents had insisted on it when she was a child, and Kenzie had found that being polite went a long way toward getting people to treat her right.
"Us, too. Tayna and I haven't been to see her sister Tessa in five years. We're looking forward to the trip."
"How far away does she live?" Kenzie asked, pulling away from Cory so as not to embarrass herself. Cory put an arm around her waist as she walked toward the door that led inside.
"She lives in Kentucky. We're flying out today, planning on staying a few days, and being back by Christmas Eve." David opened the door, waving her inside.
She loved the Denisons' home. It was so bright and warm, with a light tan carpet, pale green walls, and family pictures everywhere.
"Kenzie, you got here," Tayna said warmly, enfolding her in a hug. "We're so glad you were able to come up and keep Cory company this weekend. There aren't a lot of young people his age here in town."
"I'm fine, Mom," he said, with a grin. "I'm gonna go grab Kenzie's things and be right back." To her surprise, he leaned down and kissed her warmly in front of his parents before heading back into the garage.
Startled, she glanced up at his mother to see if there might be disapproval in her eyes. Instead, the woman beamed. Tucking her arm into Kenzie's, Tayna led her into their living room. "We're so pleased you and Cory are together," she said, as she sat down on their long, floral sofa. Kenzie sat on the other end of the couch.
The air was scented softly with cinnamon and allspice. She inhaled deeply and smiled. Even their home smelled of the holidays. How wonderful.
Turning to look at the woman next to her, Ken
zie smiled shyly. "Me too."
"All right, Tay, time to go," David said, coming down the stairs with one suitcase. "Got everything in the car except this. Let's go see Tess." With a squeal that made her sound twenty rather than in her mid-forties, Tayna jumped up.
"Have a great time, Kenzie," she said, as David took her hand and led her toward their garage. "There's plenty of food in the cupboards. And we have a lot of movie channels. And—"
Her husband laughed. "I doubt they'll be bored, babe. Let's leave them alone." As they got to the garage door, Cory came through with the one gift bag she had left in the car, as well as her suitcase. She grimaced as she looked at it. Someone had thrown it out, and Kenzie found it when she was fifteen. She'd been so pleased to have something of her own that she had never bought another one, even though this one was long past its prime. Looking at how nice everything was in Cory's home, Kenzie shrunk a little.
After saying goodbye to his folks, Cory shut the door to the garage and beamed at her. "I'll put these upstairs and be right back."
"Okay."
Chapter 2
Bouncing up the stairs, Cory couldn't keep the grin off his face. He could scarcely believe he had Kenzie all to himself for three days. On Monday she had to go back to work, unfortunately, but until then, it was just the two of them.
Placing her two bags in the guest room, even though he hoped she'd spend her time in his bedroom, he glanced around to make sure everything looked right. His mother always insisted that the guest room looked perfect for any guest. He needn't have worried. She adored Kenzie; the guest room had new flowers in a vase, and she had even put a comfortable throw on the one chair just in case his girl needed it.
Leaving the room, he darted into his bedroom for a moment. His parents had bought into a two-level home with three bedrooms, of which two were on the top floor, along with a large bathroom, and what the community called a family room. With Cory's business doing so well, and the fact that his parents rarely came up to the second floor anymore, they'd turned the family room into a nice office for him.
Opening up the top drawer of his dresser, he reached in and pulled out a small box. When he'd officially applied to be a community resident, he hadn't received the kind of gift basket those who bought stocks did, but he did receive a guide. Benjamin Steppings had always been someone he looked up to, since the first day he met him. When Brent had suggested him as Cory's mentor, he was pretty sure he'd struck the lottery.
Opening the box Benjamin gave him the week before, he checked to see if everything was still there. Arnica gel, a leather slapper, a small diagram of where to spank and where not to, and a box of condoms. At first, Cory had been embarrassed when he'd opened it up—not so much at the condoms, as he'd been using those for years—but the spanking stuff. This would be the first girlfriend he'd ever spanked for real.
Thankfully, he had gotten a lot of preparation in the spanking department. Benjamin had insisted on it, especially when Cory told him about Kenzie. He was grateful for all the practice his mentor had put into it, and for the fact that over the last two weeks, Jonathon had volunteered to let him spank the real thing. Over jeans, sure, but still. There was a major difference between spanking a pillow and spanking an actual ass.
Putting the box on his bedside table, he stood up and took a deep breath, adjusting his current semi, which was rubbing against his zipper. Kenzie had been bluntly honest when she'd said she was ready to go all the way this weekend—in more than one context—and damn if he wasn't thrilled about it. His parents had taught him to treat a woman right, and from the moment he saw Kenzie in September, he knew he had to get to know her. Even though her reddish-black hair was cut in uneven lengths, and she had a piercing in her nose and her lower lip, he saw more than the bad girl aura she tried to convey. The shy, sweet girl inside had called to him as if she had lit up a banner above her head. The last three months had been a combination of fun, kissing, and considerable frustration for him. But he felt it was worth it. She was such an amazing girl, one he looked forward to getting to know even more.
As long as he didn't screw things up spanking her.
Turning, he left his bedroom and jogged down the stairs. Kenzie was right where he left her, with her hands gripped tightly between her knees. She looked as nervous as he felt.
"Hungry?" he asked, for want of something to stop the nerves.
Her head darted up, and she nodded. "Famished, actually." Momentarily he was caught up in her eyes, a deep chocolate brown that always turned him on.
"Perfect. We've got Mexican, Italian, sushi, and Indian food. All the restaurants are great. Which would you prefer?"
Lunch did help to settle things a bit. She laughed and talked like he'd gotten used to on their dates and by the time they left, with her hand in his, he couldn't feel any tension at all.
"So what's next on the Corbin's Bend food tour?" she teased, after he stopped by Ange's Angel Cakes and picked them up some sweets.
Grinning over at her, he winked. "We've been invited to dinner at my mentor's house tonight."
She blinked. "Your mentor? The guy you told me about?"
"Yeah. Is that okay? Benjamin and his partner Jonathon are great." For a moment he worried that maybe she wouldn't want to go, and he really wanted her to meet the two men.
Her beautiful olive skin turned a dusty pink. "Yeah," she whispered, "but won't he know… you know, what we're going to do this weekend?"
Relieved, he shot her a grin he knew looked devilish, as his mother called him a 'Rogue' every time he did it. "Kenzie," he said, taking her hand in his. "We're in Corbin's Bend. Everyone spanks or gets spanked here. It's as common as kissing anywhere else. If anything, people will be even more accepting of you because of it."
Her answering grin made his heart speed up. "You keep saying that, Mr. Denison, but so far, you haven't shown me the goods."
Ba-boom. His heart gave a huge lurch, and for a moment, Cory wanted to rush home and spank her. But he took a deep breath. Spank her now, when they were supposed to be at Benjamin's house in four hours? What if she was sore? Unconsciously, he swished his mouth around as he thought. Her giggle pulled him out of his thoughts. "What?"
"You do that whenever you have to make a hard decision," she noted. "If you don't want to spank me, that's okay."
"No," he hastened to assure her. "I want to. I was just wondering whether if I spanked you, you'd be in too much discomfort for the dinner. That's all." That's all. He semi-grimaced, hoping she wouldn't be horrified at the thought.
"Oh." She nibbled on her lower lip and glanced around them at the snow before turning back, her eyes looking at him imploringly. "But I really want to know how it feels."
He looked at her, seeking to make sure she meant it. Her expression was full of interest and want. Knowing that part of the problem was his fear she would hate it, and that would end a wonderful relationship he was now firmly vested in, he took a deep breath and thought of something his mentor had mentioned once.
"One day you'll have to discipline the one you love. It isn't easy, but it's needed. But at first, you'll probably start erotically and to be honest, that's probably easier for someone your age. Include spanking with sex. You'll feel better for it, and you'll truly see if spanking could be part of her future."
"All right," he said, turning the key and pulling out onto the street. The ride home took less than two minutes, and in no time he'd parked inside the garage next to her car and hopped out. Walking around to her side, he once again felt that pleasure that came when she let him treat her like a lady.
They walked into the house hand-in-hand, and he wasn't sure if he was more excited or more nervous… or some strange combination of the two. After heading upstairs, he paused, looking between her bedroom and his. "I think we should use mine," he suggested, thinking about the fact they had guests that slept in the guest bedroom. Cory really didn't want to have sex there. Though, admittedly, he had been more than frisky in several areas of th
e home when his parents had been gone in his late teenage years.
She followed him into his room and as he turned and closed the door, he realized how silly an act that was, considering they were the only people in the house. And yet, he couldn't stop himself. It felt more private, more intimate.
He knew Kenzie was experienced, probably more experienced sexually than he was with her years on the streets, but she fidgeted from foot to foot, looking as anxious as he felt. For some reason, that wiped his unease away. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her close, wrapping his other arm around her. "Hey," he murmured, rubbing their noses together, something that always made her smile. This time was no different, except she looked at him with an expression he had never seen so clearly in her eyes before. Desire.
Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to hers. When she pushed up on her tip-toes to kiss him back, his arm tightened, and he slid his tongue between her willing lips. It was like he had plugged her in. His sweet Kenzie turned into a passionate creature in less than a second. Her arms wrapped around his neck and one leg wrapped around his upper legs, pulling him close. As his jeans-covered cock came in contact with her lower abdomen, he moaned.
Unzipping her coat, he pushed it off her shoulders, and was somewhat aware of it dropping to the ground. But by that time, she was shoving his coat down his arms, and he was yanking at the bottom of her shirt. Cory forgot all about the spanking as his fingers drifted over her naked torso. "Fuck," he grunted, flattening his hand over her gorgeous breasts and squeezing lightly. Her answering whimper drove him on. Reaching around her, he grasped at the clasp. Damned thing. Cory had never had to undress a girl before. Not like this. In the past, they'd already been braless, or had undressed themselves. Shit!
