Thanksgiving dawned bright and beautiful. The sky was bright blue, the sun shining brightly. The air was cool and crisp as fall leaves flew in the wind. I was filled to the brim, ready to burst with happiness. The last two weeks had been wonderful. Though I hadn’t gotten another punishment spanking since my last, every day something shifted inside of me, making room for the submissive wife that had been waiting to come out. We were growing closer by the day, and I felt like a new woman.
“Honey!” Oliver’s voice rang out. Just hearing him call me made me smile.
“Coming!” Carrying the twelve-pound turkey on a silver platter, I walked into the dining room. The doctor had seen me on Monday and given me a clean bill of health. I was as good as new—better, in fact.
The minute I was in view, Oliver rushed to my side and took the platter from me. “It looks wonderful.” He leaned over and kissed me, pulling away with a wink.
Something else that had changed was our sex life. What had once been scarce and quick had transformed. We were like teenagers all over again, unable to keep our hands off each other, and sneaking off at any opportunity. Almost as though he’d read my thoughts, as soon as he’d set the platter down my husband pulled me to him and kissed me so passionately that I felt like turning the fan on, despite the chilly air.
“Dad! Geez!”
We broke apart, laughing at Jonah’s mortified expression. Our parents were looking on fondly. Without further ado, I sat down and looked to Oliver. He asked us to join hands, and bow our hands. I reached for Jonah’s hand and squeezed as my husband began to thank God for all our blessings. My heart warmed at the sound of his voice, as much as his words. I knew he was as thankful as I was to be rediscovering each other all over again.
After everyone had eaten their first plate—and some had gone back for seconds—Oliver suggested that we go around and tell everyone what we were most thankful for. He nodded for my mom to go first, who was thankful for family. My dad followed that with “turkey”, and earned a few chuckles. When it came to Jonah, he turned me to me, smirking.
“I’m thankful for getting off restriction early,” he said.
My husband guffawed loudly. “Nice try, Buddy.”
Jonah rolled his eyes, but didn’t seem as put out as I would have expected. Even he seemed changed by the cheeriness that enveloped the house. He was thriving under his dad’s attention, because despite not being able to play video games, they were working on model airplanes together. We were all thriving under my husband’s dependable, considerate discipline.
“I’m thankful for good men,” I said, when Oliver looked to me. His eyes gleamed at me, saying more than any words he might have used.
“Ugh,” Jonah groaned, making all the adults laugh again.
“What about you, son?” my father-in-law prompted.
I locked eyes with my husband, who smiled slyly. Please don’t say spankings! I thought anxiously. Please. Anything but spankings.
“Wooden spoons,” he said at last. “What a wonderful invention.” There were a few puzzled glances across the table, and I could have died. “That, and my lovely wife.”
I was so stuffed with dressing, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie that I almost slept through my alarm. What ended up waking me was my husband, shaking my shoulder.
“Honey, go ahead and get up.”
I opened an eye to peek at him. “Hey. Thanks for waking me.” I yawned hugely, sitting up in bed. It was still dark outside, and my cell read 5:04. I had better get going if I was going to grab the new video game system we were giving Jonah for Christmas. He’d been talking about getting a PS3 for the longest time.
“Are you going to take a shower first?”
“Um… I don’t know.” I swung my legs around the bed, putting my toes on the carpet gingerly, testing the cold. Only when I stood up and turned to Oliver for my morning kiss did I
“Honey!” Oliver’s voice rang out. Just hearing him call me made me smile.
“Coming!” Carrying the twelve-pound turkey on a silver platter, I walked into the dining room. The doctor had seen me on Monday and given me a clean bill of health. I was as good as new—better, in fact.
The minute I was in view, Oliver rushed to my side and took the platter from me. “It looks wonderful.” He leaned over and kissed me, pulling away with a wink.
Something else that had changed was our sex life. What had once been scarce and quick had transformed. We were like teenagers all over again, unable to keep our hands off each other, and sneaking off at any opportunity. Almost as though he’d read my thoughts, as soon as he’d set the platter down my husband pulled me to him and kissed me so passionately that I felt like turning the fan on, despite the chilly air.
“Dad! Geez!”
We broke apart, laughing at Jonah’s mortified expression. Our parents were looking on fondly. Without further ado, I sat down and looked to Oliver. He asked us to join hands, and bow our hands. I reached for Jonah’s hand and squeezed as my husband began to thank God for all our blessings. My heart warmed at the sound of his voice, as much as his words. I knew he was as thankful as I was to be rediscovering each other all over again.
After everyone had eaten their first plate—and some had gone back for seconds—Oliver suggested that we go around and tell everyone what we were most thankful for. He nodded for my mom to go first, who was thankful for family. My dad followed that with “turkey”, and earned a few chuckles. When it came to Jonah, he turned me to me, smirking.
“I’m thankful for getting off restriction early,” he said.
My husband guffawed loudly. “Nice try, Buddy.”
Jonah rolled his eyes, but didn’t seem as put out as I would have expected. Even he seemed changed by the cheeriness that enveloped the house. He was thriving under his dad’s attention, because despite not being able to play video games, they were working on model airplanes together. We were all thriving under my husband’s dependable, considerate discipline.
“I’m thankful for good men,” I said, when Oliver looked to me. His eyes gleamed at me, saying more than any words he might have used.
“Ugh,” Jonah groaned, making all the adults laugh again.
“What about you, son?” my father-in-law prompted.
I locked eyes with my husband, who smiled slyly. Please don’t say spankings! I thought anxiously. Please. Anything but spankings.
“Wooden spoons,” he said at last. “What a wonderful invention.” There were a few puzzled glances across the table, and I could have died. “That, and my lovely wife.”
I was so stuffed with dressing, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie that I almost slept through my alarm. What ended up waking me was my husband, shaking my shoulder.
“Honey, go ahead and get up.”
I opened an eye to peek at him. “Hey. Thanks for waking me.” I yawned hugely, sitting up in bed. It was still dark outside, and my cell read 5:04. I had better get going if I was going to grab the new video game system we were giving Jonah for Christmas. He’d been talking about getting a PS3 for the longest time.
“Are you going to take a shower first?”
“Um… I don’t know.” I swung my legs around the bed, putting my toes on the carpet gingerly, testing the cold. Only when I stood up and turned to Oliver for my morning kiss did I
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