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I can’t believe there’s such a thing.

But… it works.

Shame filled me like I’ve never felt before when he locked my ankles in his hand. Holding my legs up. Exposing my plugged bottom and wet cunny.

He was in complete control. And I was at his mercy.

Every time the paddle fell, it hurt twice that of when I’m over his lap. My skin pulled tight.

I give a shiver.

My arms are getting tired. I want to take them down and shake them so they don’t fall asleep.

But I don’t.

Instead, I’m Carter’s good girl. I stand, ruffle-covered red ass exposed to the world. Proud to be Bachman. Proud to be his baby girl.

He’s back.

His arms are around me. He’s carrying me to the bed.

He’s kissing me and murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, promises of pleasures to come.

A smile stretches over my face.

I am so loved.

EPILOGUE

Months Later

Sasha

He’s talking babies.

He’s dreaming of little blonde, olive-skinned toddlers, marching down the beach, looking up at us with my brown eyes.

Laughing his deep belly laugh.

He’s wanting a little girl. With dark hair like mine. And my fire within her.

And it’s not just one.

Or two.

Or three.

He wants a whole flock. A herd. Hell, a stampede!

He wants a big, vivacious family. Kids running underfoot, babies crying to be held and bounced and soothed. Toddlers tripping over toys strewn about a massive living room.

He wants a yard. With thick green grass. Soccer goals. Playsets and kiddie pools.

He wants to work from home. Teaching online. I didn’t even know he had his PhD in anatomy. He’d never even told me.

He wants a home where my mother’s recipes are cooked beside protein pancakes, where our kids learn baklava and burpees, and where my work matters as much as his.

He wants my parents to move to America. Live in a ranch-style home not far from ours.