didn’t protest. He watched her as she moved about the room, bending to pick things up off the floor and dust the tables. He especially enjoyed watching her cute little pink bottom while she ran the vacuum. Finally the alarm went off signaling the towels were finished washing. She went to put them into the dryer.
“ Go get ready for bed,” he told her when she returned. Her bottom lip drooped but she complied.
By the time he entered the bedroom, Lizzie lay stiffly on her side of the bed. Tears ran down her face as she watched him go about his bedtime routine. Her teeth chattered when he lay down. He kept a stern face. Sometimes he was rough with their lovemaking after a light spanking, but tonight had been rather severe. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently. Her whole body softened in relief and she melted into his arms.
“ I love you,” she sniffled.
“ I love you too, Baby,” he told her.
Wisdom Worker - The Trucker's Wife
She was still staring out the window. Lucas bit his jaw and concentrated on the road ahead of him. A kid in a car made the signal for him to blow his air horn and he complied. He was rewarded with a big smile.
His wife jerked before giving him a dirty look and went back to staring out the window. He was so tired of her sour attitude. She needed a good spanking. Deliberately ignoring her, he turned his mind back to the task at hand. He needed to get home as quickly as possible.
Ever since he’d gotten the phone call two days ago that his ex-wife was getting re-married and now wanted him to take custody of their fourteen year old daughter, he’d thought of nothing else but his little girl. He’d been so full of hope when they finally were able to conceive. He’d tried to do everything right. He took his role as head of household seriously and was very concerned about bringing his daughter up in the admonition of the Lord. He and his ex-wife attended Christian parenting classes and conferences. They’d given their daughter love and affection, and they’d spanked her when she needed it. By the age of twelve Jill-Ann was showing promise of growing up beautiful, honest, and unspoiled. She’d given her life to the Lord and was serving in the church in various capacities. He’d congratulated himself on raising such a lovely daughter.
But he’d failed in his marriage. His wife, who he thought was like-minded with him, was actually only telling him what he wanted to hear. It was she who needed the spankings, he later found out. She left him for a deacon in the church, shattering not only their marriage but the deacon’s as well. And Jill-Ann had never been the same.
Now two years later Sherry felt she couldn’t handle the mess she’d made and wanted him to step back in and fix it all. He gritted his teeth. He’d love to tell her where to stick it but he wouldn’t, of course. Jill-Ann was his daughter and he could never give up on her.
He glanced at his pretty new wife, Alyssa. Ten years his junior, she was too young to raise a fourteen year old, but she’d not had a negative word to say about it even though they’d only been married two months. He was thankful for her willingness to change their life’s plans on a moments notice simply because she knew how much his daughter meant to him and loved him enough to sacrifice her own desires for his daughter’s sake. His wife had a kind heart and a lovely spirit despite her tendency to pout.
His stomach soured. This is the way things had started out with his ex-wife as well. A little argument here, a few hurtful words there, both of them angry and not speaking. A small thing would go on for hours, and later for days, before they’d get lonely and start to speak again without ever solving the problem that caused it all to begin with. Things built until there was so much hurt they couldn’t begin to find the root of it. He didn’t want that to happen with