He drove home slowly, feeling there was no need to rush now. They would have all the time in the world together. He held her hand all the way, and as he turned to head for her place, she questioned him.

“Why don’t we go to your place?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I just thought …” he started, but didn’t have a reason other than that’s where they’d come from before.

“After all, your place is going to become our place, isn’t it?” she said with the cute smile he loved, picking up on his use of the word ‘place’ in his proposal.

“Yes, it will,” he said as he turned toward their new destination.

He let go of her hand just long enough to park and put the top up on his car, but held it again, leading her into the foyer and elevator that led to his fourth-floor condo. She turned to hug him as the slow elevator rose.

“I’m so happy, Austin!” she said with her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder.

“Me too!” he started in a soft voice. “I knew you were going to say ‘yes’, but it was still so nice to hear you say it!”

“Yes, Sweetie! Yes! I want to be your wife, and you to be my husband, more than anything in the world!”

“I love you now more than ever before …” he started.

“But I’ll love you even more tomorrow!” she finished for him, quoting one of her favorite lines from his proposal.

The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival, and they walked arm in arm to his door, but he stopped to take her in his arms and kiss her lovingly before opening it.

He opened the door, and the kiss resumed inside, with their hands starting to wander.

“Take me to your bed and make love to me? I want to feel every bit of you around me and inside me!”

Entering the bedroom, she turned her back to him and pulled her hair up, wanting him to unzip her dress, still drenched from the unexpected rain. He pulled the zip down slowly and reached his hands around to take her breasts in hand, even before pulling the straps of her dress over her shoulders. She shrugged them off, and he let the dress fall around her feet as she turned to face him. He held her at arm's length.

“My God, you are SO beautiful!” he said, taking in her loveliness in her modest and demure light pink underwear.

“You like?” she questioned with another of her adorable faces.

“Yes! Very much! Let’s leave them on for a while, okay?”

“Okay, as long as you do the same,” she replied, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

She hugged him tightly with her cheek against his bare chest once his shirt hit the floor, but only briefly before her fingers opened his pants to let them drop around his ankles.

“Mmm! Nice!” she said with a hand on the bulge of the tight boxer briefs she’d never seen before.

Leading her to the side of the bed, he had her sit on his thigh before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a tender love that grew in intensity. With his arms around her waist, he suddenly lifted her body and swung her to his left, leaving her lying on the bed.

“Mmm!” she hummed at the sudden change of position, but her arms were wrapped tightly around him again when he lay across her chest, showering her face with kisses.

A trail of kisses traced down her neck to her tits, still confined within the pink satin bra. Still, he nibbled and kissed them as though they weren’t. A hand kept one company while the other got the benefit of his lips. The impression of his lips remained on the wet satin after he moved on, her tummy quivering with the touch of his lips.

When he moved to kneel between her legs, she sat up and removed her bra, assuming she’d soon be naked below as well. He couldn’t ignore the sexy gesture of shaking her perfect tits free of the cups and lying along her body, briefly kissed her face, but moved quickly to her erect nipples again.

“Ohh! Eat me up, Sweetie!” she cried, pushing each in turn into his face.

His fingers only traced lines down her abdomen, one slipping between her legs to rub the damp fabric he found there, while the other slid under the elastic waist to tease her curly, red pubes. Her chest rose and fell with the deep breaths of her arousal.

Impatient yet again, she lifted her hips and reached down to tug at the waist of her pink panties, but let him take over when he got the message. Trying her patience, he drew them down slowly, his lips following the progress of her exposure, kissing her mons and a lick at the top of her slit until she was fully naked.

His hands slid up her spread thighs until fingers had penetrated inside and between her shiny, wet labia. Her knees rose, bent and wide apart, pushing her pussy against his deft fingers.

“Please, Austin!” she cried, no longer wanting tender and sweet. “Oh God!” she gasped when his tongue took the place of his fingers in her creamy slit.

Reading her like a book, he held nothing back with two fingers gliding and twisting in and out of her pussy, while his tongue slathered her lips, licking up every tasty drop of her elixir. He doubled down when she lifted her hips, pushing it into his face like she was sitting on it. His fucking fingers quickened when, attached like a suction cup, his mouth sucked her lips in, and swiped left and right, licking it while inside.

“I’m cumming!” she cried repeatedly until she did with her legs in the air and her pussy still in his mouth. “Oh, Austin! That was incredible!” she gasped as her body continued to shake. “Oh fuck! Take those pants off and give me your cock!” she demanded, still breathing heavily. He peeled the wet underwear off and moved toward her side, expecting her to take him in her mouth. “No! I want him in my pussy!” she said, sitting up a bit to take him in hand and guide him between her legs.

She lay back and let him do the rest, holding her arms out for him with her mouth open in a silent scream as he filled her up. On his elbows, he slipped his arms under her shoulders.

“Just – just hold me like this!” she pleaded as they enjoyed the feeling of their attachment. “I love you so much!”

“And I love you more now than ever before,” he said with a smile, hoping she’d finish the phrase.

“But I’ll love you even more tomorrow!” she said with a loving smile, knowing they’d now made it their signature phrase.

They lay for minutes, grinding their hips together slowly, softly, the sensual touch of him deep inside her all they needed for now.

“Oh, yeah! Do it, Sweetie!” she whispered in his ear when he drew back only slightly and back in, telling of her need for more.

“You feel so good wrapped around me like this!” he said when he’d pulled about halfway out, but still taking it slow.

“Oh, God! Give it to me now! Hard!” she cried as he drew back as far as he could, and then, “Jesus!” when he pounded back in.

Lasting longer than he’d expected, though with great effort, he was thrilled when she came, her body twitching beneath him and her breathing labored. Speeding up, less than a dozen strokes later, he was joining in her bliss.

“Did you feel it?” she asked, hoping he’d know what ‘it’ was.

“The difference?” he questioned.

“Yeah,” she smiled, having felt something as a result of a deeper connection to each other.

“Imagine what it’ll be like on our wedding night!”

“Oh, Sweetie! I can’t wait!”

“We could go see a justice of the peace tomorrow?” he offered, taking her literally.

“No, we can’t do that. Our families will want to be a part of it. My Mom and especially my Dad would never speak to me!”

“You’re really a daddy’s girl, aren’t you?”

“I am! He treated me very special!”

“I could see that, but he did that for your sisters, too, I’m sure,” he said, not having experienced the dynamic of siblings.

“He may have, but I don’t think so. My mom told me he took his responsibility to provide for her so seriously when Eva was born, and apparently worked all kinds of overtime to do it. Barbie has always been a little crazy and hard to manage. I’m sure he loved and loves them both a lot, but when I came along almost twelve years later, he realized what he missed, and knew he wouldn’t get another chance at being a ‘daddy,’ so, I think I got more and became his ‘baby girl’!”

“That must have been hard on your sisters?”

“I don’t really know. Eva has always been my other ‘mom’ and Barbie was … well, Barbie! I accepted his love but never demanded it like a spoiled child,” she said, finishing the topic. “Can we talk about our wedding? Or is it too soon?” she asked.

“Sure! What do you have in mind? The only input I have is that I hope it’s not too big, as I just don’t have that many people I’d want to invite. You know how small my family is.”

“I don’t want a big affair either, but I want it to be a special day with special people.”

“I agree,” he replied. “So, what would my gorgeous wife-to-be like now?” he asked as he kissed her and played with her tits as he lay beside her.

“I know you don’t want to give me what I really want on our special night, but …”

“You’re such a bad girl!”

“I know! But, will you promise to give me a good, hard spanking tomorrow? Please?”

“Yes, I will! Now, why don’t you sit on my face and let me taste that delicious pussy again!”

“Ooo! Yes, Daddy!”

Soft and gentle fell by the wayside as they made love long into the night until they were too tired to do anything but sleep.

They woke the following morning to the sound of a phone ringing. Sally knew it was her mom’s ringtone and fumbled on the nightstand to find her phone.

“Hi, Mom!” she said sleepily.

“Oh, Sally! I’m sorry! I woke you up!” she apologized, although she often called too early on a weekend.

“Yeah. Um. Let me call you back in about twenty minutes?”

Her mom agreed, and Sally dropped the phone, smiling when she looked over at Austin, who was wide awake and just smiling at her.

“I love watching you wake up, but that was different,” he chuckled.

“Come here, you!” she said, holding her arms out for him, and he lifted her off the bed in his arms and kissed her lovingly. “Mmm! You taste really good in the morning, you know!”

“Yeah? I’d like to taste you again this morning, but you have to call your mom back,” he said.

“Ohh! Do I have to?” she said, warming quickly to the idea of his face once again between her legs.

“Now, now, naughty girl! Your mom’s excited, and she deserves a nice long chat with you!”

“But you deserve to eat my pussy, too!” she laughed, and then yelped when he flipped her over for a half dozen smacks on her bare bottom.

“Get up now or you might not like the spanking you’re gonna get later!”

“But I wanna get spanked now!”

“Go!” he demanded, and they both got out of bed laughing.

After donning panties and a robe, Sally called her mother back. They shared her joy all over again with an animated conversation that Austin only heard one side of, and even then didn’t pay much attention to it, wanting to give them their mother/daughter time to share. But there was one part he did catch.

“That really was really funny, Mom! You predicted almost exactly what Dad would say!”

He guessed that it was related to the inside joke they’d shared on yesterday’s phone call and, later, asked Sally about it.

“Do you remember the second night at my parents’ house, when you and Dad were outside while Mom and I talked in the kitchen? Mom was telling me how much they both liked you, and when I questioned whether Dad did as well, she said something like, “If he were here now, he’d say, ‘He’s a good man, Baby Girl! You be a good girl for him!’ And that’s almost exactly what he said to us on the phone yesterday!” she finished laughing. “I didn’t really understand the ‘good girl’ part until I learned something else about them afterward.” She let that hang, still unsure whether she should tell Austin, but decided to be honest about what she’d revealed as well. He looked at her questioningly, wondering if she was going to go on.

“You know I’ve always been curious about where this passion for spanking came from, right? My Mom used to threaten us girls with a spanking when we got too rowdy or misbehaved, but she never actually did it. I asked her why.”

“Do I need to keep suggesting you go on?” he asked when she paused.

“Sweetie, you can’t let anyone know, especially my parents, that I told you this, okay?”

“I promise.”

“She said she didn’t spank us because my Dad didn’t want her to. I asked if he was just against spanking kids, and then she told me it was because my Dad spanks her!”

“What!?” Austin reacted in disbelief.

“For fun, Sweetie! Like us!” she replied, calming him down some. “Of course, I was totally shocked, and it showed on my face, so she started defending what he did. She even mentioned our ‘Better Impact’ products! She just went on and on, so …” she paused, afraid to tell Austin she’d revealed their secret. “So, I told her you spank me too!”

“Sally! You didn’t!?” he said, sounding a bit angry.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie! I didn’t want her thinking I thought she and Dad were some kind of perverts! She won’t tell anyone else! Not even Dad!”

“I don’t know, Sally. I wish we’d talked about it first,” he replied, a little calmer, but still concerned about how they’d regard him the next time they met.

“You should’ve seen her face when I told her. She wasn’t shocked or angry or anything. We were like girlfriends who just shared a juicy secret. I felt instantly closer to her, Austin!” she defended, afraid that he might go quiet on her right after their special day, and almost wished she hadn’t told him.

He did get quiet for a few moments as he processed what she’d said. He asked himself what harm was done, even if she told her husband about it. After all, they did it too, so they couldn’t be judgmental about Sally and him doing it. Then a question occurred to him.

“Did you tell her that you spank me sometimes?”

“No! You saw them! They’re a bit old-fashioned, and a man doing that to a woman might not seem so strange, but the other way around? My dad would probably wonder what kind of man you were!”

“I suppose I’m okay with your mom knowing, and even if she told your dad, they couldn’t think we’re the weird ones.”

“Oh, Sweetie! I’m so glad! Can I tell you one more thing?” she asked with a cute smile.

“Uh-oh!”

“No, it’s funny! Do you remember when you and Dad came into the kitchen and Dad asked what was wrong? He’d just heard me shout ‘Mom!’ We’d just finished telling our secrets, and she heard you two coming in, so she whispered in my ear that he’d spanked her the night before we arrived, and her bottom was still a bit sore!” Sally said, laughing again about it.

“Wow! I guess even though you know they’re doing it, you don’t think of it as having just happened,” he replied.

“They couldn’t do it much when we girls were around, so I bet they’re doing it a lot more often now that we’re all out of the house. Anyway, I’m really glad you’re okay with it, and you can paddle me too tonight if you want.”

“Who said I was going to wait till tonight?” he said, grabbing her around the waist, bending her over his hip, and delivering a barrage of spanks to her almost naked bottom.

“Ooo! Ow! I’m sorry, Daddy!” she pretended and was a little disappointed when he stopped. “Mmm, that felt really good, but I’m glad you stopped.”

“Why?” he questioned, never having seen her turn down a spanking before.

“Did you have anything planned for today?” He shook his head in response. “Good, because I think we should go visit your mom. I think she’d really appreciate it, and I want to show her my beautiful ring!”

The visit with Carla was happy and loving, with Sally receiving a tremendous hug upon their arrival. Carla went on and on about how happy she was for them, what a perfect couple they were, and how much like his father Austin was. She loved the story about Austin’s proposal and shared how his dad had done it, which was both a happy and a sad memory. From what she’d heard of his dad, Sally took that as a good omen.

They touched on wedding planning, but Carla avoided barging in on what she saw as a traditional mother-daughter activity, instead offering her help in any way, insinuating, without actually saying it, that this included financial assistance if needed. She treaded carefully on that subject, as Sally had mentioned how prideful her parents were, and their discussion that morning had touched on wedding plans and budgeting.

With the subject of money raised, Carla felt she should remind Austin about the upcoming change in his trust.

“Austin, I’m not sure if you remember me telling you this when your trust started, but it will end once you’re married.”

“Yes, I remember. We’ll be okay without it.”

“Trust?” Sally asked, Austin having never mentioned a trust before.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Carla reacted, “I didn’t know you hadn’t told Sally about it!”

“It’s okay, Mom. I was going to tell her very soon anyway. I was waiting till after we got engaged,” Austin replied, but wished it hadn’t come out this way.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it ended the happy visit with Carla. Sally felt blindsided by something she thought Austin would have, maybe should have told her, but she tried to reserve judgment until she knew the details. Austin had his reasons for not telling Sally, recalling her early comment about him being a ‘rich kid.’ Carla felt horrible for creating the friction between them, the day after what they both described as the happiest day of their lives.

“I’m sorry, Love!” his mom said as they were leaving. “I shouldn’t have assumed she knew!”

“It’s okay, Mom. I’ll handle it,” he said as he kissed her goodbye on the cheek.

Sally was standing at the door of the car with her arms crossed, like she was ready for a fight.

“Sally, I will tell you all about it, but not here in the driveway, okay? Let’s find a nice restaurant on our way home where we can discuss it.”

“Okay,” she replied sullenly.

The drive was coldly quiet, and Austin began looking for a restaurant immediately, not wanting the current mood to fester any longer than necessary. He found one that served a variety of typical American food, where they could get a full meal or just appetizers, knowing Sally probably wouldn’t eat much anyway. He waited until they’d placed their order before beginning.

“Do you remember what I told you about my father?” he asked, and Sally nodded slightly. “That he was a successful executive with a public company and that he had provided for Mom and me such that Mom didn’t have to work? I also told you I had no idea how big his estate was, and I still don’t know! I only know it had to be pretty sizable to support my Mom, although she continued living much like we had before he died, which was comfortable, but not lavish. I didn’t know anything about the trust he set up for me until I started college. First, he provided for my education, covering tuition, board, books, and all other expenses. You know I went to a state university, so that wasn’t outlandish, but I did graduate without the huge student loans so many of my friends had.”

“That makes sense,” Sally replied, accepting that his dad had done what any parent would do if they had the wherewithal to handle it.

“He also provided an annual allowance that I got at the beginning of every year. ‘To help me get on my feet after college’ was the way it was worded. So I’ve been getting this allowance for about nine years now. Sally, you know I don’t live like the ‘rich kid’ you called me when we first got to know each other!” he said, making it clear he hadn’t appreciated the description then, or now. “I’ve mostly just saved that money in an investment account and tried to live off my salary from PWM.”

“Your condo? The car?” she asked, those items seemingly contradictory to the statement he’d just made.

“Yes. You’re right. It provided a good down payment on the condo and the car, but I’m still paying off those loans!” he defended, trying to make it sound like he was making his own way like everyone else their age.

“How much is the trust? Or should I say was the trust?” Sally asked, accepting his explanation up to this point, but such arrangements were utterly foreign to her.

“$50,000,” he said quietly.

“Total?” she asked, already surprised by the amount.

“No. Every year.”

“What!? $50,000 a year!? Austin, in nine years, that’s almost half a million dollars!” she said, stunned by the enormity of it. “Oh my God! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this!” she added, reeling from the realization.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want it to affect how you felt about me!” he confessed. “Money does strange things to people, and I needed to know that I could have my beautiful, wonderful girl without feeling like I needed it to keep your love! I haven’t flaunted it at all! And in the end, I knew that you love me for me alone, not what I have.”

She looked unsure about his explanation. Everything he’d said was right, but she still felt like he’d kept something from her, not trusting in her love for him, that she might change somehow when she knew he had all this money. Still, he hadn’t used it to attract her or keep her interest, and his condo and car were the only signs of it.

“So the trust ends when we’re married?”

“Yes,” he replied, a little hopeful with the way she phrased it. “I’m not sure what will happen this January if we aren’t actually married yet. You see, Sally? It doesn’t mean so much to me that I keep track of every detail about it. I’ll tell you what. I’ll donate it all to charity if that’ll make you feel better!”

“Austin, it’s not that you have this money that bothers me. It’s that you didn’t trust in my love for you enough to tell me about it. Do you really think I’d love you differently if I knew?”

“No. There were a couple of times I almost told you, but I just loved how you loved me for what I am, and I didn’t want any nagging doubts that there was any other reason why we loved each other so much!”

“You said you saved most of it. How much is left?”

“More than $300,000,” he said quietly.

“$300,000!? Holy shit, Austin! That’s a lot of money!” she cried, attracting the attention of other diners.

“I told you I saved most of it. I didn’t use it to show off or impress anybody, least of all you!”

“I need to take a walk!” she said, jumping up from the table and heading for the door.

Austin took out his wallet and threw down more than enough cash to cover the meal and followed her out. It was nearly dark, and he wanted to be sure she was safe, but he kept his distance, giving her the time and space she needed to think.

To Sally, there was really just the one issue: that he didn’t trust her love enough to tell her. She tried to put herself in his place. She knew he was right that money –  quite a lot of money, it turns out – does strange things to people. If their roles were reversed, would she question the purity of his love for her? She had to admit to herself that she really couldn’t answer that question. To want their very special love to continue based solely on the strength of that love, without something else having a hidden effect on it, might have her concealing it as well.

It was a substantial amount, but not so much as to alter their lives. Yes, they’d be more financially secure than most newly married couples, so the all-too-often strains of early careers, when one wants to start a family, maybe buy a house, and still live happily, wouldn’t exist. But she hadn’t really been worried about that. They each made a decent salary now, and hers would go further without having to pay rent any longer.

She got to a bus stop and sat on the bench, trying to settle the whole thing in her mind. In the end, she couldn’t blame him for the way he’d handled it. He hadn’t concealed it out of greed or some other questionable motive. He did it to avoid any doubts about their love. She realized that she might also have doubted her motive had she known, and couldn’t blame him for a decision she might have made similarly. The money didn’t make him any different from her precious ‘Sweetie!’ She knew all along that she still loved him more than she’d ever thought possible, and in the end, that’s what mattered.

She noticed he’d been following her, and she smiled at the thought of his caring for her so. She stood up and turned to face him, standing still a hundred feet or so down the sidewalk. She started walking toward him, and when he began to walk toward her, she started running, throwing herself into his arms and hugging him tightly.

He didn’t know how she’d resolved the conflict within, but he didn’t care as he was again holding the girl he loved more than anything in the world, and he started to cry.

When he started sniffling, she pulled back to see his face. That he was crying said more about his love for her than any amount of money could. She wiped the tears from his cheeks and offered a tender, loving kiss.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie,” she started.

“No. I’m sorry, Sally! I should have trusted you, but I’ll never doubt your love again!”

“I love you now more than ever before!” she replied.

“And I will love you even more tomorrow!” he answered. “Shall we go home?”

“Yes, let’s,” she said, and they walked arm in arm back to the restaurant and his car. He opened the door for her, but she stopped before getting in. “Sweetie? There’s something I want you to do as soon as we get home,” she said with a cute smile.

“What’s that?”

“Do you remember what you promised me?”

“I suppose you’ve waited a long time now for a good one,” he remembered, but then added, “Maybe you’d prefer to spank me for what I put you through today?”

“I’m surprised I have to say this to you, but you know we promised never to use it as punishment. Funishment? Okay, but you’ll have to wait till tomorrow! I can’t wait any longer!” she finished to mutual laughter.

The one-hour drive seemed to last forever, but they were both naked within seconds of entering her apartment. A few more seconds, and she was over his knee on the bed, having her bottom warmed so deliciously. They paused for a bit of oral fun with her kneeling between his legs and then sitting on his face before the ‘good’ spanking on all fours with his hand between her legs, bringing her to an extraordinary climax. They made love too, but most of it was just pure raw passion as they played with each other all evening until they were both so tired, he couldn’t go home if he wanted to.

They slept easily with Sally happy in the knowledge that she’d be sporting a stinging red bottom when she showed off her ring to their work colleagues the following day.

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They've only just become engaged and two conflicts loom on the very next day! So, is Austin a rich kid after all? I hope you enjoyed this turn in the lives of my two favorite characters and will offer your 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments and THANKS FOR READING!!