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Paul emerged from the kitchen smiling. He gave a wink to Andi, then reached behind the hanging coats and turned on the outside floodlights while he turned down the interior lights except for the lamp hanging over the table so the girls could continue coloring. The floodlights illuminated a kaleidoscope of falling snow, huge flakes spiraling down from the sky. Sandy walked over and rummaged under the hanging jackets, and with a click, the Christmas lights inside and outside the cabin came on.
"I'm going to top off the woodbox," said Paul as he reached for his coat.
Andi sprung up. "I'm going with." The twins clamored, saying they wanted to go along also, but Andi said, "No, it's cold and snowy and you're in your jammies. It's time to wind down and get ready for bed."
"Awwww..." whined the girls in unison. "You're just going to get all kissy," said Sandy with a stomp of her foot to emphasize her dissatisfaction.
Andi crouched down and gathered the girls to her. "You want a little brother or sister, right?" The twins nodded and Andi continued, "Momma and poppa getting kissy is a very important part of that process."
With a tiny "Ewww" Sandy's shoulders sagged, but Madeline started pushing her mother toward the door. "Go be kissy!"
Once outside, Andi was struck by the silence of the snowfall. It was wet heavy snow, so the soft, nearly silent, background hiss was there, but other than that, there was nothing. It was like being in a recording studio where all background sounds were eliminated by "Sound Soak". A person doesn't realize how much of what they hear is an echo until the echo is gone. It was late, long after sunset, but the sky wasn't black, it was a medium shade of gray, and it was almost glowing. "Daddy?"
"Right over here, sweetie."
Andi found him around the back of the cabin, opening his fly, getting ready to urinate. She came up behind him and put her arms around him. "I want to help," she whispered.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, growing up a girl, you hear stories of boys writing their name in the snow and you get jealous," she said as she reached around and grasped his penis.
"Holy crap, your hands are cold!" he gasped.
"Where did it all go? What did you do to it?" she teased Paul. She knew a man's penis shriveled in the cold, but she didn't realize how much. Earlier, this appendage was pressing against her cervix. Now she could barely get it out past his zipper.
"It's smarter than we are. It doesn't come out to play in the snow."
"I thought you had to go."
"I do. Hang on a second, just a little stage fright. I've never had audience participation before."
"Stage fright? Oh! There you go... this is so cool! There's the P... does that look like an A? Oh wow! I wish I could do this!"
"I like your plumbing just like it is."
"Awww... You need some beer so we can finish your name. We couldn't do the whole L. Now, what do we do? We're going to have to change your name to Paui."
"I suggest we put your toys away and try again in the morning. I should be fully reloaded."
"So, what do I do now?"
"The closing ceremony requires one to shake off the last few... Hey!"
"Sorry, I got carried away."
"Let me get the rest. Getting bitten by the zipper is the worst kind of pain a guy could imagine." Paul zipped himself up and turned around to find Andi admiring her "artwork" in the snow. "What's on your mind?" Paul asked, but Andi just shook her head no. Paul led her over to the woodbox, sat down on it, then pulled her onto his lap. "Out with-it girly girl. What is on your mind?"
And now she spoke. The Paul that stood next to her a moment ago was her lover, and she wasn't comfortable sharing with him at the moment, but this Paul was the Paul she called "Daddy" and she could no more disobey him than she could disobey her real daddy. When he was in the "Daddy Mode" his words were velvet covered steel and his authority was benevolent but absolute.
"A couple of things," she started. She was looking at the woodshed and watching the snow accumulate, but his finger pressing on her cheek forced her gently to turn and look at him. "I need to get back to work. For the past month, I've been a tourist, a giggling bride, and a fairy-tale princess, but I'm a doctor, and I need to get back to work."
"The paperwork for your license is in, your records are being reviewed, we'll have an appointment with the state accreditation board next week..."
"I know, I just miss my patients, I miss my nurses, I miss my workstation, I just miss the whole thing."
"Tell you what, next Friday we'll go meet some of your new patients, OK?"
"Ok," she said with a sniff.
"Is there something else?
She mumbled in reply. Her gaze fell to the ground, where she noticed their footsteps were filling with snow.
Paul's voice was now stern. "I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"I'm afraid to say it." she was near tears. The emotional rollercoaster of this evening was taking a toll on her. "You'll think I'm weird."
"We're a pretty weird couple," he said as he pulled her face back to his, their noses touching. "Tell me."
"I said that I'm not fragile."
"Tell me what you mean by that," his voice was stern and cold. He knew what she meant; he wanted her to say it.
"I mean, I think, I... uh..." she paused, swallowed, and then it all came out in a gush, "I mean, you can take a firmer hand in our relationship, physical and sexual." She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Of course I can, I'm much larger than you. But why? Why do you want me to dominate our relationship?" She shook her head and didn't say a word. "Why do you want this?" demanded Paul in a stern voice.
"I... my..." she closed her eyes tightly and said, "My sex life has been a disaster, in premed I was a whore..."
"Slut," corrected Paul, "unless they paid for it."
"In premed I was a slut until med school took over. Then I married FuckingFrank, and he whored me out to the damn Russians and I did nothing about it... I need you to protect me from me. I know you can do it. Master."
"You know what this means, right?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes, master." She gasped, realizing that she said it out loud.
Hearing her slip, he whispered in her ear, "I accept your offer of fealty. You are mine now, body and spirit. From this moment forward, you shall want for nothing but to please me, and I will move heaven and earth to make sure that it is your favorite thing to do. From now on, when we refer to each other, Daddy means Master, and Baby means Slave, do you understand what I'm saying?"
She fully understood. She's been calling him "Daddy" since they met. Now it has a new meaning, a sexy sinister meaning. She can call him Master in front of the entire world, and he can call her his slave, and no one would be the wiser. Her nipples hardened at the concept. "Yes master," she said, her voice trembling with fear, excitement, and cold.
"You will never refer to yourself as whore or slut ever again," said Paul with a mean snarl. "You are my wife and the mother of my children, nobody calls my wife names, including you. Do you understand baby?"
"Yes master." Andi suddenly realized that revealing these desires to Paul was the best idea she's ever had.
"I have one more word for you. It is your safe word. You remember what it is, don't you?" Andi nodded; it seemed like ages ago that he gave the word 'Teddy Bear,' to her. Paul continued. "If our little games get too much to handle, then you say that word and it stops. All of it. No harm, no foul. We can restart at any point or continue on doing otherwise. All good? Anything more?"
"No, master." She loved how the word made her feel.
"Good, then stand up. Now pull down your pants and your panties."
She looked at her husband in shock, it's freezing out, but she said, "Yes master," and she pulled them down.
"Now put your hands on the woodbox."
"Yes master," and she did, and found herself bent over, the snowflakes landing on her cute, round ass. He couldn't be thinking of fucking me out here, could he?
"I had to ask you three times to tell me what was on your mind. That did not make me happy, so we both need a reminder."
"Yes master," her voice trembled. It didn't sound like an orgasm was in the future for her.
"Pick a number between ten and twenty." His voice was cold and stern, and she knew what was next. She was so tempted to say "eleven", but his voice was compelling her to say "nineteen". In the end, the scientist in her took over, and she picked the number between ten and twenty.
"Fifteen, master."
"That was perfect! You didn't have to be reminded to call me master. You get one off for good behavior. Now count..." and suddenly SMACK! The flat of his hand smacked into her right butt cheek hard. The strike was a stinging shock to a woman who had never received a spanking after the age of five.
"One, master."
SMACK! This time the left cheek.
"Two, master."
SMACK! By the time she was at eight, she was ready to scream that damn safe word at the top of her lungs and drag the twins to the airport and hop the first red eye to Denver. Why, oh why, did she tell him she's not fragile? "Well, I'm not! Damn it!" she screamed to herself in her mind.
SMACK!
"Thirteen, master."
SMACK!
"Fourteen, Master." She was weak and near tears, but then she felt him rubbing snow on her burning bottom, which soothed the burning, then she felt his lips as he kissed her reddened ass cheeks and with each kiss, he whispered an endearment, "I love you" and "You did so good!" which soothed a burning in her heart.
"Rise, my love." His voice was so soft she almost didn't hear it. She stood, and HE pulled her panties up and tugged them into place, then HE pulled her jeans up and buttoned and belted them as if he were the slave dressing his mistress. He stood ramrod straight and pulled her close and she threw her arms around him and squeezed tight, wanting to laugh and cheer at the same time. She felt like she did after acing an extremely hard examination in Med School. "Is there something you'd like to say, baby?" he asked.
"I've never wanted to suck a cock so much in my entire life," she gasped. She was trembling with desire, her pussy was flowing with her juices, her clit was tingling, begging for a gentle touch.
Paul unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. "Assume the position." With a whimper, Andi dropped to her knees. Paul eased his cock out of his pants. "Ok, baby. Go."
With a sigh, Andi practically inhaled his cock. Her tongue slithered over the sensitive underside of his cock and she began plunging her head up and down on it. Andi's small hand traveled up and down his saliva slick cock, maximizing the pleasure he was receiving. Her other hand crept down her waistline, and her fingertips reached for her clit. She began driving herself to orgasm as she tried desperately to suck Paul to climax.
Paul never came so fast in his life. He wasn't wild about giving her a spanking, but her reaction to it was so hot, so sexy. He could learn to enjoy giving a spanking occasionally. And then her tongue slithering over his cock... Paul could not hold back against the onslaught of sensations. They both came in the swirling snow, Paul spurting his cum into her mouth and Andi trembling on her dancing fingers.
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Yi woke up at 5:30 AM in the small cot that Sandy had staked out. As predicted, the twins had first climbed in bed with her claiming they were lonely, then they invited Wonka to join them, then during the night, they kicked Yi out of the bed. It was also predicted that they would go downstairs and crawl into bed with their parents, but that hadn't happened yet.
What woke her was the cold. She couldn't see her breath, but she told herself that was because it was so dark. Yi got out of bed and wrapped up in a sweater and a heavy, ugly bathrobe that Andi insisted she bring, and she was glad for it. She crept down the stairs and saw that the fire was incredibly low. She crept over to the wood stove and opened the door to the woodbox. The wood box was packed so full of wood that she had a tough time pulling some out, but she soon did and built up the fire in the wood stove. She adjusted the air vents as Paul showed her and soon the red embers started glowing bright orange and shoot sparks, then the flames appeared and grew and devoured the new wood.
It wasn't long before the stove started radiating some heat and the light from the flames caused shadows to dance in the cabin. Yi felt rather than heard a movement and she looked and saw Andi sitting up on the couch. Her hair was a mess, and her flannel shirt was unbuttoned, exposing her full, round breasts. She blearily looked at Yi, then smiled and whispered, "Thanks, sorry." And then laid down and was asleep in moments.
Yi smiled and turned back to tending the fire. When it was burning well enough to cut back the oxygen, she adjusted the intakes until the flames did their slow dance, then she got up. Yi couldn't believe it. Hours ago, she was tanning in the tiniest bikini she owned, laying out on the foredeck of an eight million dollar yacht in an exclusive yacht club, attracting stares from men and women. Now she's sitting in front of an iron wood-burning stove with her well fucked employer and friend sleeping on a futon behind her and they're all waiting for a blizzard. At least she's not bored.
She wandered into the other cabin, used the water closet, and while seated there, she opened the notebook Paul supplied and studied up on how to operate the sauna. As she read the detailed notes, she wondered for the umpteenth time why he didn't go in for engineering. If he learns more about the Andi's Dream, she's out of a job in the engine room!
After rising from the toilet, she stepped over to the sauna and entered the code from the instructions. The code's four digit number 8207 was spelled out in plain English in the instructions as "eight thousand two hundred seven" because the twins were wizzes with numbers, but they don't like reading words, so the hope is that they'll skip that part of the instruction. So far, it has worked. The twins knew about to entering a code to start the sauna, and they have tried some number combinations they found in the manual, but those ended up being a zip code and a telephone number. The twins just loved the sauna that much.
Grabbing a towel, she headed over to the shower, fired up the water heater and waited for both the sauna and the shower water heater to warm up. The shower was hot first, so she stripped down and took a warm shower. Ever have one of those showers where the spray pressure was just right, and the temperature was exactly what you wanted? Forgetting that the hot water was limited, Yi left the shower running while she shampooed her rich black mane and darn near froze herself when the hot water ran out without warning. Stifling a blood-curdling scream, Yi situated herself where the spray was aimed at her head and not the more sensitive portions of her body and finished washing her hair.
Once she had the soap rinsed out of her hair and the ice-cold water stripped from her tresses, she wrapped herself in a towel and entered the now toasty warm sauna, and almost screamed again when she found another person in there. "Ferme la bouche s'il vous plaît!" hissed Macy.
"Huh?" said Yi, who only spoke Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, English, Spanish, and a smattering of Italian.
"It means shush, please," whispered Macy, holding a finger up to her lips.
"What are you doing up at this hour?" whispered Yi.
"I cannot sleep," sighed Macy, allowing her shoulders to slump. "I think I am going to lose this one, too." She placed her long, slim fingers low on her stomach and frowned.
"How do you know? You haven't carried a baby to term yet."
"I know, but this is not right. It feels like it will soon pass back to our Father and wait for John and me there." Macy's lips tightened.
"Ohhh!" Yi pulled Macy in tight for a hug, and she held her friend for a long time, until she felt Macy shuddering with the sorrow. Then she held Macy tighter and soon was weeping with her friend.
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Andi roused herself blearily from slumber, feeling pain in places she rarely felt pain before. Not a stabbing, nauseating pain, but a pain that reminded her she earned every ache. She remembered going to bed wearing one of Paul's flannel shirts and a pair of panties, and she woke up with the shirt open, her breasts exposed and her panties around one ankle. She rolled over to see Paul up on his left elbow, smiling down at her. His boyish grin reminded her of the events of last night, how she convinced her man that he needed to stop treating her like she was made of porcelain, and how he realized that her unspoken request went so much deeper.
"Good morning sleepyhead," he whispered and sweetly kissed her.
"Good morning Daddy," she hoped the inflection in the way she said "Daddy" conveyed the fact that she fully remembered her promises of last night. "Am I in trouble?"
"Like sayyyyy... for not stoking the fire when I asked?"
There were some very intimate activities happening at that time. "But I was... you were..." No woman would have stopped then! Then Andi realized it was part of the game that started when she asked him to treat her more firmly. "Yes daddy," she finally whispered.
Paul smiled and leaned in, nibbling her long, beautiful neck at just the right spot, whispered, "actions have consequences."
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, tingling in anticipation of consequences.
"What is a consa-kense?" muttered Sandy from under the blankets.
Paul pulled his t-shirt on over his head. "Con-se-quence," Paul sounded out slowly, "it means if you do something good, you get a reward, and if you do something bad..." he looked at Andi to continue the sentence.
"You get a different kind of reward," she grinned as she buttoned her shirt under the blanket.
"You get a prize for being bad?" asked Madeline appearing from under the covers at the foot of the bed.
"Not exactly," said Andi, "you may think Poppa, or I are being mean to you when you do something wrong, but later you will realize that we were reinforcing our words with actions that helped you remember not to do that wrong thing again."
"What wrong thing? I didn't do something wrong," announced Sandy, still under the covers.
"We don't want you playing in the street because you could get hit by a car. If you do play in the street, the consequence is that you would get a paddling." The mound of blankets that was Sandy shuddered.
"Now, if you finish all of your reading assignment after breakfast, the consequence is that you get a ride on the snowmobile."
Suddenly, the blankets flew back, and Sandy's beaming face was visible. "Can we go fast?"
"A little fast," said Andi, holding thumb and forefinger two inches apart.
"Can we go faster?"
"Can you read more?"
"Hell yeah!" cried Sandy as she jumped out of the bed,
"What was that?" demanded Andi in her mom-voice.
"She said Heck Yeah," improvised Madeline, as she raced after her sister to the toilet.
"I'm surprised how well they cover for each other," sighed Andi, as they disappeared into the kitchen area. She then thought for a moment and leaned back against her man. "How severe will my punishment be?" she asked quietly as her fingers gently traced their way up his leg.
"Quite severe," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around his little darling and kissed her head.
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