More Rules For Cheri (New Rules Book 2) Page 2

  “Are you out of that bed yet, or do you need help?” he bellowed from the kitchen.

  “I’m up,” she squealed, jumping from the bed and rushing to the bathroom. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.”

  “You have ten or I’m coming to help you,” he called back.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she sang out, savoring the shiver that raced through her even as she hurried.

  Chapter 2

  The ride home took nearly three hours by the time they stopped for gas and more coffee. Chéri spent most of it wiggling on the seat, the occasional moan escaping. By the time they pulled into the garage, Michael took pity on her.

  Rounding the vehicle, he swept her up and into his arms as soon as she stepped onto the concrete floor and carried her into the house. He had his own motivations, one being her sore bottom and the other somewhat symbolic. She belonged to him in every way once they crossed that threshold. She no longer had a safe word, proving she trusted him to take care of her. It meant a great deal to him, even though she’d had one for the last three years and never used it.

  She giggled when he had to stoop to open the door to the kitchen and froze instantly once they stepped inside.

  “Did mom twist her ankle or something?”

  “Yeah, what gives? Why are you carrying her?”

  “Brandon, Brett,” Michael said, keeping Chéri securely in his arms. “When did you boys get here? Why didn’t you let us know you were coming?” he asked.

  “We didn’t know,” Brett replied. “Brandon’s dating a flight attendant and he got us on a flight for free. We thought we’d surprise you guys.”

  “Well you certainly did that,” Chéri mumbled, looking around her kitchen.

  “Sorry about the mess,” Brett said. “We figured you were at the lake house when we couldn’t reach you on your cells, but we were already on our way. The reception up there sucks. Anyway, we thought we’d have until tonight to clean this up,” he continued, taking in the pizza boxes, soda cans and empty cookie packages strewn all over the kitchen.

  “So are you hurt or something?” Brandon asked again.

  “No, put me down,” she snapped at her husband. “I need to clean this mess up.

  Michael ignored her.

  “It’s a shame we didn’t know you were coming. We would have waited for you and you could have come with us. When did you get in, Friday night?”

  “Yeah, late Friday and we have to leave tonight. Chad is picking us up at 6:00.”

  Chéri stiffened in his arms. He could almost feel her body vibrating with anger. Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear. “This is not your problem, babygirl. It’s mine and I’ll deal with it.”

  It took a few moments for the truth of his words to sink in and he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt her body relax. Carefully, he set her down on the floor.

  “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nice long bath,” he suggested. “I’ll make brunch while the boys clean this mess up.” He watched her walk across the kitchen and give each of her sons a hug before heading upstairs, all without saying a word.

  “Boy, smooth move, Dad,” Brandon acknowledged. “I thought she was going to lose it for a while there. You know there are species that eat their young,” he quipped.

  “Don’t be an ass,” Michael warned, picking up empty cans and taking them to the sink. “You didn’t have to trash the place. You do know it’s possible to eat and not make a gigantic mess, right?”

  “I know, sorry, Dad. We didn’t worry about it last night because we figured you guys wouldn’t be home till late tonight. Why were you carrying Mom anyway?” Brett asked as he grabbed a garbage bag and stuffed the pizza boxes into it.

  “None of your business,” Michael replied.

  Suddenly Chéri was back at the doorway.

  “You did say he, right?” she asked softly.

  They all faced her, but Brett spoke.

  “Yes, Mom, Brandon is gay. Is that a problem?” he asked nervously.

  “No. I think we all should be free to choose our own lifestyle,” she replied thoughtfully. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Will we get to meet him?”

  “Yes, when he picks us up. I hope you’re going to be sociable.”

  “Don’t worry about me,” she murmured walking slowly away. “After the last three years, nothing would surprise me.”

  “What’s she talking about, Dad?” Brett asked as he continued cleaning up. “Something’s up with her. Are you drugging her or something,” he teased, “turning her into a Stepford wife? She seems pretty mellow, for mom anyway.”

  “No drugs, just kindness and love,” Michael replied. “You boys could be a little more tolerant.”

  “Dad, she terrorized us as teenagers. Tolerant wasn’t even in her dictionary,” he snorted.

  “I know, but that was then and this is now. We all have to be a little more accepting of each other. Your mother is going to quit her job and stay home,” he added.

  Both boys froze and looked at each other.

  “She’s not sick, is she?” Brandon asked worriedly.

  “No, she’s never been better. It’s just time for a change, that’s all. For years she carried all the responsibility around here, and while none of us appreciated her methods, she did a damn good job of it. We have a lovely home and both of you got into good colleges, probably due to her riding your asses about your homework and making sure you studied for your SATs. That alone ought to be worth a little respect,” Michael continued while thawing frozen pastry in the microwave. “Spinach quiche all right with you two?” he asked, looking up.

  “Sure,” they answered in unison.

  “And we hear you, Dad. We’ll try to be a little more compassionate,” Brandon added. “After all, we do love her even if she did make our lives a living…”

  “I love her, too,” their father interjected swiftly, “and I won’t tolerate any disrespectful remarks directed at her. You got that?”

  Both boys nodded and looked at each other in surprise.

  “Good, now let’s get moving. This is quite a mess you’ve managed to create, and take that trash out to the garage. While you’re out there grab our bags from the jeep.”

  Chéri entered their room and went straight to the bathroom. Turning on the faucets, she stripped, leaving her clothes where they fell. So, one of her sons was gay. Carefully, she sank into the warm water, giving a little moan as her bottom touched the tub. Resting her head against the rim she thought about this revelation.

  Did it bother her? No, not really. In the last three years, she’d come to realize there was much more to love and love-making than some groping in the dark. People didn’t really have a choice regarding what enticed them. Some of the things her husband did to her would have her mother calling in the National Guard. They were about to embark on a new adventure that previously would have had her filing for divorce claiming cruelty.

  In the beginning, she’d considered him extremely perverted, in the most delightful way, of course. It was hard to argue when nearly everything he did to her had her screaming in ecstasy. At times, he seemed downright diabolical, but before long, she was spending an inordinate amount of time wondering what her daddy would come up with next. From the time she walked in the door each night she was assailed by a feeling of anticipation, and she knew she was most likely the only woman at work who was in a hurry to get home.

  Things would change in the next few weeks. She would be home much more often. Her daddy was already making plans, and even though she knew she should be a little concerned, she could hardly wait to see what he came up with. It was exciting as hell, and without thought, her hand strayed between her thighs as she closed her eyes.

  “Just what do you think you’re doing?” a voice demanded.

  Looking up, she could not fail to see the displeasure on her daddy’s face.

  “Um… nothing,” she replied, biting her lip.

  “It doesn’t look like nothing,” he snapped as
he got down on his knees beside the tub.

  “Really, it was nothing. I was just sort of… washing,” she insisted weakly.

  “And is that your job?” he asked, taking a washcloth and squeezing some body wash onto it. Slowly he ran the cloth around her neck and shoulders before moving lower. Gently, he skated it over one breast and then the other, pausing to give each of her nipples a firm pinch that had a squeal popping from her mouth.

  “Is it?” he demanded once again.

  “No, Daddy. It’s your job,” she replied meekly.

  “You’re damn right it is,” he snapped, washing her tummy and pushing his hand between her legs.

  “What’s going on downstairs?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

  “The boys are vacuuming and I have two spinach quiches in the oven. Turn over onto your hands and knees,” he ordered briskly.

  She moved so quickly to obey, water splashed over the side of the tub, soaking the front of his pants.

  “Oops, sorry,” she said, turning her head to hide her smile.

  “I’ll bet,” he replied, giving her a crisp slap on her wet cheek.

  “Ouch!”

  “Where are we, Chéri?” he asked as he began to wash her bottom.

  “Home,” she replied, hanging her head.

  “And what does that mean?”

  “It means I belong to you,” she answered. “It means I’m now your baby and you will take care of all of my needs.”

  “Very good,” he praised, dropping the cloth and sliding his large soapy fingers along her crack. “So, will I be washing you, little one?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “And will I be making sure you’re spotlessly clean, inside and out?” he asked, pushing his finger against her bottom hole.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she gasped.

  “So is there any need for your busy fingers to be between your legs?” he prodded, both figuratively and literally.

  “Nooo,” she wailed when he pushed past her sphincter and slid deep.

  “That’s right, there isn’t. I will be responsible for giving you pleasure,” he continued softly. “If I ever catch you playing with my sweet little kitty without permission again, Daddy will punish you quite severely. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed as he wiggled his finger and plunged it in and out of her. The soap burned a bit, but her knees were shaking as desire swamped her.

  “Very good. Now as a reminder I’m going to make sure my baby’s naughty bottom is good and wet before I spank it. This is one of those lessons I don’t want you to forget, sweetie.”

  Chéri froze when he withdrew from her ass and cupped several handfuls of water and poured them over her butt, making sure there was not an inch of dry skin. He slipped one strong arm beneath her tummy, holding her firmly in place while he rained stinging smack after stinging smack down on her poor unprotected bottom. He did not stop until she was good and red, squirming uselessly to get away while she sobbed out her apologies.

  “There,” he said, apparently satisfied. “That should take care of that. Now, let’s get your bath finished. The quiche should be about done.

  Quickly he flipped her back over, letting her bottom sink into the warm water and ignoring her hiss. He washed her thoroughly; paying special attention to her pussy after making her spread her legs. When he was done, he helped her from the tub, drying her off with a towel and spending a good amount of time patting and rubbing her sore bottom.

  In their room, he chose her clothes, picking out a tight pair of leggings and an oversized tee shirt.

  “No panties,” he warned, tossing her the clothes. “Our plans are a little bit delayed with the unexpected arrival of our sons, but you’ll still mind me and be on your best behavior,” he insisted firmly.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she answered, sniffling. “I’ll just need a few minutes to pull myself together.”

  “Understandable, come down when you’re ready. We’ll wait for you,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t dally though,” he ordered as he left the room

  Chéri sank down on the bed and swiftly jumped back up again, rubbing her backside. Going into the bathroom, she turned and studied her red, splotchy bottom in the mirror. As much as it stung, she still cupped it gently and smiled.

  Michael watched and grinned as his babygirl sat slowly at the dining room table. God, she was adorable, and as much as he loved his sons, he couldn’t wait to be alone with her. He hoped they didn’t plan too many unannounced visits in the future. Under certain circumstances, it would be quite embarrassing for all of them, for he didn’t intend to alter his plans. Chéri had given her consent and he intended to make good use of it. Soon she would be turning to him for everything, hopefully.

  He served the quiche along with fresh fruit and juice. If the boys thought it unusual that he was clearly in charge, even going so far as to place their mother’s plate before her, pour her juice and settle her napkin across her lap, they didn’t comment.

  They talked generally during the meal, discussed politics, what was going on at school and their favorite sports teams. Brandon, having revealed his sexual preferences, didn’t seem inclined to talk further about it and neither Michael nor Chéri pushed the issue.

  As soon as they were done eating, the boys and Michael cleaned up while he sent Chéri into the living room to wait for them. When the kitchen was back in order, they joined her, turning on a football game. Without thought, he pulled her from the couch and settled her back on his lap, staring down the boys when they looked at him in surprise. Both of them quickly became involved in the score and made no comment.

  Chad seemed very nice, although he only stayed a few minutes when he picked them up. With hugs and kisses and promises to stay in touch, they left. Michael heaved a sigh of relief as he turned to his wife.

  “Does it bother you?” he asked, tipping her chin up.

  “No, at least I don’t think so. As long as he’s happy, who are we to say what’s right and wrong,” she replied thoughtfully.

  “There may not be grandchildren,” he reminded her, “although gay couples sometimes adopt. Did you plan on having a houseful of babies?”

  “Naw, I’m the baby,” she laughed, launching herself into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

  Michael smiled and patted her ass gently when she laid her head on his shoulder.

  “You certainly are,” he happily agreed. “I think now would be a good time to discuss your nursery. Are you up for that?” he asked as he walked toward his office.

  “Anything you say, Daddy,” she replied, hugging him tighter.

  “Now that’s what I like to hear,” he laughed. “I don’t think I’ll hear it very often, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

  “Do you plan to make me suffer, as your baby, I mean?” she asked softly.

  “Only in the best possible way,” he replied.

  He felt her shiver and press her crotch tighter against him. Oh yes, only in the best possible way.

  Chapter 3

  Michael kept her behind his desk, perched on his knee, as he booted up his laptop and began to navigate the web. To say she was stunned by the number of sites catering to their brand of kink would have been an understatement, and it seemed he’d found them all.

  Nearly every piece of nursery equipment was available for the right price, and what wasn’t could be built by specialized craftsmen to the buyer’s specifications. He showed her several adult cribs and they agreed on one made from dark, expresso stained wood, as it matched their bedroom furniture and her nursery would be part of their suite. When Chéri tried to read about all the features, especially the security guards, Michael clicked and added it to his cart.

  “You really don’t need to concern yourself with all the details, baby. Let Daddy worry about that,” he stated firmly.

  They chose a large changing table from the same company and again he quickly moved from the page. She could see it came with various restr
aints and attachments, but he seemed determined to keep her from reading the particulars.

  “Your job, in all of this, is to approve my choices as far as the overall look and feel of the room,” he informed her. “I want you to like your nursery, as you’ll be spending a good deal of time in it. It should be a pretty room, one that makes you feel comfortable and secure no matter what happens in there. Your safety and our privacy is primary.”

  “What will I do in there all day?” she asked, worriedly.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy will make sure you have plenty of things to play with, as long as you’re good, and don’t forget I will be monitoring you from my phone or laptop. I’ve already chosen some pretty cool items, but they are a surprise. Now, what colors were you leaning toward?”

  “I think with the dark furniture, I’d like the walls to be light. Maybe a pink and cream striped satin wallpaper with clouds or bunnies along the border. I’ll need books, Daddy. Lots and lots of books,” Chéri insisted.

  “Yes, and I know just the kind of books I’ll buy you,” he replied with a grin.

  “What, baby books?” she snorted frowning.

  “We already have many of the classic children’s books that we’ll move from your room,” he agreed. “I’ll need to have something to read to you when I rock you or at bedtime, but there will be other books too. Some you will be required to read on your own while I’m at work.”