Age play is when people pretend to be a different age than they really are. In most of my stories, adult women pretend to be children. Not all ageplay stories involve sex and spanking, but mine do.
My characters are not children. An adult pretending to be a child is very different from a real child.
Domestic discipline is when two adults have a relationship that involves discipline.
If you'd enjoy my ramblings, I hope you will stay awhile ... Jennie
I really enjoyed writing the stories in Katie's Age Play Escort Service, so I decided to write some more. Volume 2 shows you how the escort service began and also introduces some new characters, including clients who are a Mommy/Daddy couple using Katie's service for an age play daughter. Here's a peek:
Amber woke up in the twin bed and pulled the princess sheet and blanket up to her chin. She yawned and snuggled deeper into the blankets. She knew that Gina would be in soon.
Gina opened the door and stepped inside. “Good morning, Amber.”
Amber looked up at Gina and grinned. Gina was in her mid 40s, about 20 years older than Amber. She and her husband, Dean, had been clients of Katie’s for a long time. They had worked with other girls but enjoyed Amber the most.
“Good morning, Mommy,” said Amber. She sat up and stretched her arms. She climbed out of bed and padded to Gina. Her drop-seat footie pajamas were warm and cozy. Secretly Amber wished she had a pair for her apartment in the city.
Gina patted Amber’s bottom and gave her a kiss on the head.
“Now go potty, honey and then make your bed. Daddy’s waiting for us in the kitchen,” Gina told her.
Amber padded to the bathroom while Gina disappeared toward the kitchen. On the way back, she ignored her bedroom, knowing that was what the clients wanted. She climbed up onto the wooden bench at the kitchen table and let Gina serve her pancakes.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said to Dean. He was drinking his coffee.
“Good morning, sweetie,” he answered her with a smile.
“Did you make your bed, Amber?” Gina asked.
Amber looked away. “Um… yes.”
Dean looked at Amber. “Young lady, are you telling the truth?”
Amber shrugged. “I’ll make it later, ‘kay?”
Gina put her hands on her hips. “Amber Jane, did you just lie to your mommy?”
Amber conjured up a guilty look. “I… I didn’t mean to.”
Dean put down his coffee. “You know better than to lie to Mommy, Amber. Go to your room.”
Amber slammed her fork against the table. “It’s not fair!” she shouted.
Dean stood, and Amber scampered to her room. Dean and Gina followed close behind.
Dean grabbed Amber by her forearm and seated himself on the small bed. He pulled Amber across his sturdy thighs.
“Daddy, no!” Amber pleaded. “Daddy don’t spank.”
“You’re getting a good, hard spanking,” said Gina. Her hands were on her hips. “You were a naughty girl. You disobeyed Mommy when you didn’t make your bed, and then you lied about it.”
While Gina was scolding, Dean was unbuttoning the little flap on Amber’s pajamas. He pushed the fabric down on both sides so that Amber’s bare bottom poked out like two little hills with a valley in between.
Dean began spanking Amber with swift, firm swats. Amber started to sniffle and kick. “No Daddy! Stop!”
“Daddy will not be stopping until your little bottom is nice and pink,” Gina said while Dean continued to spank Amber.
Amber wiggled her bottom under Dean’s descending hand. “Daddy no! I’m sorry!”
Dean landed several more swats on Amber’s uncovered bottom. Then he looked at Gina. “You think it’s pink enough?”
“Yes!” cried Amber.
Gina pursed her lips. “A few more for the lying.”
Dean followed his wife’s directions and landed five more hard swats to the pink skin. Amber cried out with each one. When he was finished, Dean let Amber crawl off of his lap.
“Daddy, aren’t you going to put my flap back?” asked Amber in a teary voice.
“Absolutely not,” Dean told her. “You can walk around the house with your naughty, bare bottom showing this morning. Now apologize to your mother.”
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Superfanny is what I consider to be a cute new story. It's based on the TV show Supernanny, but my version has wife spanking so it's a lot more entertaining.
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Katie is the owner of an age play escort agency, and this book introduces readers to a few of her clients and employees. All of the chapters in this book are male top / female bottom and have some relationship to age play. I was hoping to show that age play can include lots of different scenarios.
I'm planning to write another story about Katie and her escorts. In the next one, I'll include a little bit of Katie's back story and how she came to own an age play escort service in the first place.
Here's a little sample of the book.
Katie’s stomach did a flip-flop as she fell onto Evan’s muscular legs. She gave a little squeak at the impact. Evan positioned her so that her bottom was centered on his lap.
Katie was wearing nothing but a work shirt of Evan’s. When she was standing, it hung off her shoulders and down to her knees.
Evan pushed the fabric toward Katie’s waist to reveal her bare bottom. He put his right hand over both cheeks and began to massage the skin.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and soothing.
Katie squirmed. “Naughty? I didn’t do anything.”
“Not yet, but you will,” he told her.
Katie shook her head in protest. “You can’t spank me for something I might do.”
“I can’t?” Evan’s voice betrayed laughter. He leaned back and regarded her.
“Maybe you can,” Katie conceded with a smirk. She relaxed over Evan’s lap and sank into the feeling of his fingers on her bottom. The fingers journeyed very slowly toward the center of things, and Katie’s pussy began to throb with anticipation.
But before Evan’s fingers made their way into Katie’s personal crevices, he pulled his hand back and began swatting her bottom.
“Ouch!” She yelped, jumping at the surprise attack.
Evan kept smacking her until she could feel a little sting building.
“That hurts!” she complained.
“That doesn’t hurt,” Evan told her. He placed five rapid fire swats on her left cheek and then repeated on the right.
“Yes it does!” she yelled.
Evan stopped and placed his hand on her bottom. “No, Katie. But I can certainly make it hurt..” He pulled back his hand and smacked her bottom hard. “That left a handprint,” he announced.
Katie yelled, biting her lip to stop herself from cursing.
“Now are you done complaining?” Evan asked her.
“Yes,” she said. She let her head fall down onto the sofa while Evan kept whacking away at her bottom.
“I don’t deserve a spanking,” Katie muttered trying to sound annoyed. She knew her voice betrayed her growing lust.
“You always deserve a spanking,” Evan told her. He spanked her low and in the middle of her cheeks, and Katie could feel her body grow moist.
“Just creating a little heat,” Evan told her. He swatted her a little harder, and smiled when Katie yelped.
“You have the sweetest little voice when you’re being spanked,” he told her.
Katie rolled her eyes and was immediately thankful that Evan didn’t see it.
Evan’s hand stopped swatting and rested between Katie’s legs. His palm was partially in her bottom crack and his fingers slid down between her legs. Evan had a large, heavy hand. Katie sometimes wondered if there was concrete inside.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and then paddle your sweet behind,” Evan announced.
Katie smiled. “Sorry, honey. I have an appointment back at the office.”
“Hm, so I only have time for one? Should I fuck you or paddle you?” Evan mused, teasing her verbally and with skillful fingers.
Katie wiggled her bottom seductively and pushed back against Evan’s hand.
“Okay, okay,” he told her. He slipped one finger and then two inside her. She rocked against him.
“Who’s the appointment?” Evan asked. He wiggled his fingers against the rough inner wall of Katie’s vagina, and she went weak.
“Uh.. hm?” she breathed.
Eric pressed his fingers against her. She moaned loudly. “The appointment, Katie. Who is your appointment with?”
“Oh, that woman Charles recommended,” she said. “It was the contract we worked out last night. More.”
“More?”
“More pressure.”
Evan complied with Katie’s request and pushed his fingers against her with a slow pulse. Katie’s head swirled and she concentrated on the feeling.
“You’re going to hire her then?” Evan asked, continuing his intrusion.
“What? Yes, of course, if she agrees. Oh Evan,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
Even pressed a little harder, and Katie squirmed.
“Your bottom still warm?” Evan asked her.
Katie nodded. The answer to that question was always yes.
“Let’s just make sure,” he said. Katie whined as Evan popped her bottom quickly twenty more times.
The sting in Katie’s bottom wasn’t unbearable. In fact, it was the center of a glow that went all through her body.
Evan slipped his fingers back between her legs, and Katie moaned. He brought her to the edge, back arching toward him, and then he pulled away.
He stood and flipped Katie onto the bed on her back. He kept his eyes on hers as he took off his clothes. Then he slowly unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and pushed it aside. He climbed on top of her and leaned over her body, making her feel small and possessed.
“You are so wet,” he told her. “Somebody likes to be spanked.”
Katie grinned, and Evan leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. His lips pressed forcefully against her own.
Then his other parts were pressed against her, too. Katie moaned as Evan slipped inside her, filling places she hadn’t known were empty. Evan gave her a moment to feel him inside her before beginning to slowly rock back and forth. Katie moved with him, pressing her hips up and pulling him into her.
“Naughty baby,” Evan whispered in her ear as he rocked her body forward and back. “We’ll have to find time for that paddling.”
Katie arched her neck a little. She could feel Evan’s warm breath against her chest, and it was bringing even more heat to her already burning body. She matched Evan’s rhythm, the pressure inside growing more and more intense.
Just when she thought she would burst, he stopped.
She whimpered.
Then he began to move again, this time with stronger thrusts that moved her whole body with him. Katie felt her desire rising like a tide, and she shuddered.
“Go ahead,” he told her softly. His voice was calm but broken by his own heavy breathing.
The orgasm washed over her like water. She closed her eyes and felt the waves rush, bringing her out to sea and then back again.
Evan came more explosively, intensifying Katie’s rolling waves like a storm at sea. By the time it was over, Katie’s legs felt weak.
Evan climbed off of her and then leaned back against the sofa with a heavy sigh.
“Katie, you are an incredible woman,” he told her, his eyes still closed.
I wrote two short Christmas stories featuring my favorite age-play couple, Jack and Meggie. You can find them at Lulu, Kindle and Smashwords. They are being offered for just 99 cents at Smashwords! Here's Jack and Meggie on the Christmas Train (inspired by a true story!) and A Little Christmas Spanking.
In The Preacher's Wife, the story of Frankie and Nick continues. Now Nick's got a church, and Frankie is learning how to be a minister's wife.
The Preacher's Kid, The Preacher's Bride and The Preacher's Wife are almost what could be considered Christian Domestic Discipline. They are about people who have a deep faith and who are very conservative in many ways (although I like to think that they are politically liberal!) and who believe in the husband and the Head of Household who has the authority to discipline and spank his wife as well as his children when necessary.
Do I love Christian Domestic Discipline themed stories? Yeah. Do I believe that God has given men authority over wives and should discipline them when he thinks they need it? Um... no.
I have a suspicion that many of us who like our CDD are in it for the erotic nature of it. For me there's something hot about dragging religion into a domestic discipline story.
The Preacher's Wife includes some sex, so it isn't really a true CDD story. However it still has that twist that I enjoy. I hope you do, too.
Here's a little sample of The Preacher's Wife.
The Preacher’s Wife
By Jennie May
Frankie sat perched on the wooden chair outside of the farmhouse’s front room that Nick used as his office. She and Nick had been married for only a few months, and he had recently begun a position as pastor of the nearby Abington Community Church. Nick was handling the position well, in spite of those who thought he was too young for that level of responsibility. He had proven that he had the experience and the skills to lead the church effectively as well as to deliver inspiring and enlightening sermons. Frankie, however, was finding that her role as a pastor’s wife was not as easy as she had expected. In spite of years watching her mother in the same role, Frankie was having trouble with the diplomacy and grace required.
Frankie couldn’t see into the office, but she was still aware of the unfolding events. The door was open, and she could hear everything that was happening inside. She bit her lip, listening to the conversation.
“I understand,” said Nick. His voice was low, serious and completely professional.
“It’s not that we necessarily disagree with what Frankie said,” a higher voice explained nervously. “We understand her feelings on the matter.”
“But we disagree with the tone she took with Mrs. Dell and with the words that she used to explain her position,” said Marshall Kent, the oldest and most serious member of the church board. Frankie could just picture the old man’s round face crumpled into concern.
“I understand completely,” Nick repeated. “Frankie needs to learn how and when to express herself.”
Frankie winced. She felt terrible that she had put her husband in this position. He had just started his job, and she was already causing trouble. She had known all along that Mrs. Dell had been one of the people who had been against Nick’s being hired as pastor.
Frankie thought about Mrs. Dell and tried to contain a grumble. Old Mrs. Dell was the most miserable woman in the church. She complained about everything from Nick’s sermons to the color they had painted the church nursery. She had been talking Frankie’s ear off last Sunday when she mentioned that she didn’t believe children under the age of 5 should even be brought to church.
“Disruptive, that’s what they are,” the woman had said, squinting her eyes at a group of children playing nearby. “In my day, children knew how to behave. Now they just run like wild animals. You should speak to your husband about banning children from services.”
“Banning the children?” Frankie had repeated. “But how will they know about God?”
“They’ll find out about God when they’re old enough not to both me during worship,” Mrs. Dell had snapped.
For a moment Frankie had just stood in front of the woman, shocked. Then, too quickly, she found her voice.
“Jesus said let the little children come to me. Perhaps we should ban nasty old women instead, Mrs. Dell.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Frankie wished she could grab them all and shove them back in.
Mrs. Dell had huffed and turned quickly on one heel. Then she’d made a beeline for Marshall Kent.
That was why the church board was visiting Nick today. Frankie was so embarrassed she felt like crawling under a table. But she knew that if she wasn’t there to see the church board to the door, it would disappoint Nick.
She would do her duty as a minister’s wife, even if it squashed her pride.
Frankie stood as the little group left Nick’s office. She stood with her hands clasped against the back of her skirt and forced a smile.
“I’m glad you understand, Nick,” Marshall Kent said, shaking her husband’s hand.
Nick nodded solemnly. “I’ll take care of it Marshall. I appreciate you bringing it to my attention.”
Frankie swallowed hard. She moved to stand beside her husband and say goodbye to the church board as they left the little house. Each member told Frankie goodbye, but each seemed a little bit nervous to be speaking to her. Frankie felt like a naughty child who had been tattled on by the neighbors.
Nick closed the door and turned the lock with a click. Then he settled his eyes on Frankie. He raised his eyebrows. “You have anything to say for yourself?”
...
Frankie bit her lip and looked down at the bed.
Nick pulled her across his lap and positioned her bottom over his thighs. Then he flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
“You have more responsibilities than the average woman, Frankie,” he told her sternly. “You are a minister’s wife, and the way you act is a reflection of me.”
Frankie felt chastised before the spanking even started. When it did start, the stinging slaps fell fast and with force. Her bottom soon felt like a ball of rubber left out in the sun. She involuntarily kicked her feet and closed her eyes tightly as Nick’s hand landed again and again on her bare cheeks.
The spanking wasn’t long, but the sting in Frankie’s bottom was intense when Nick let her up. There were tears in her eyes as she stood in front of her husband.
“I love you,” Nick told her, his eyes revealing his adoration. “I don’t know what I’d be without you. I know that I ask a lot from you so that I can pursue my calling, and I appreciate that you are willing to fill that role.”
“Of course I’m willing!” Frankie said, momentarily forgetting the sting in her backside. She threw her arms around him. “My calling is to support you in yours. I’ll do better, Nick. I promise.”
He laughed, pulling her onto his lap. She winced as she sat. “Maybe you’d better promise to try.”
“I promise to try,” Frankie told him. She kissed him and snuggled into his shoulder, breathing in his scent.
He held her there for a moment and then let his hands began to wander over her body. Frankie groaned and pushed herself toward him.
They both stayed in the bedroom until the next morning.
I enjoyed writing The Preacher's Kid so much that I immediately wrote The Preacher's Bride. This one follows Nick and Frankie through their wedding preparations back in Frankie's home town. Nick has helped Frankie grow up and get a handle on things, but she's not quite ready to walk back into her parents' house as an adult. Nick believes that childish behavior requires an appropriate reaction, and Frankie finds herself over his knee learning how to behave herself with her family. Josh and Jess are back too. Jess doesn't come from a domestic discipline background, though, and Josh knows that's what he wants in his future. Will Jess decide to follow Josh's leadership or will the whole thing blow up in their faces? In The Preacher's Bride you'll also meet Frankie's sister, Evie. Evie has always been the good girl but deep inside she might be the wildest of all. The Preacher's Bride is available over at Lulu as a print and a download. You should soon be able to find it for all the hand-held reading devices too. I hope you love it as much as I do!
I got a buzz in my brain about a year ago about preacher's kids.
I first heard the term PK from a girl I used to know whose father was an evangelical preacher. She grew up in a very strict home, partially because everything she and her sisters did was noted by the church congregation. She was expected to represent her family, her church and even Christianity in general with her behavior. That's some pressure.
So I was thinking about that and I decided to write about a preacher's kid who is looking for herself. Of course she finds love but in a place she wasn't expecting. This one has plenty of spanking, too.
Frankie stood staring at it for a few moments. She decided that it wasn’t on fire, really. There were no flames. But it was certainly making a lot of smoke. She tried to remember if her cigarette had been the cause of the trouble. She looked down at her hand. Through a mist of vodka, she saw that she no longer held her cigarette. It must be hers, then, that was burning a hole in the cushion.
“I smell smoke,” said a voice. Frankie wasn’t sure where the voice was coming from. It seemed to float toward her through the room. She craned her neck to locate it. Her straight, soft hair fell across her bare shoulders, and she wondered what had happened to her t-shirt.
“It’s the sofa!” someone else yelled.
She felt herself being jostled out of the way as the smoke was cleared. Someone dropped her cigarette into a glass of water.
“Hello,” she said.
The person looked at her. “Frankie? Are you okay?”
“Uh huh,” said Frankie, bobbing her blonde head up and down very slowly and peering into the person’s eyes. This person seemed to have three of them.
“How much have you had to drink?”
Frankie felt two hands on her shoulders that she recognized as belonging to her best friend, Jessica. Frankie sighed with relief.
“Jess!” she exclaimed, breaking into a grin. “What are you doing here?”
Jessica looked worried. “We came here together, Frankie. We came in your car.”
Frankie nodded again. “Okay, then. Are you ready to go home? I’m ready to go home, Jess. I don’t feel so good.”
Jessica shook her head. The motion caused her to slip a little, and she steadied herself. “Oh no, girl. I’ll drive. You’ve had too much to drink.”
“I’m fine!” Frankie protested. She started to take a step toward the door, but then she fell down onto the formerly smoldering sofa. She closed her eyes. “Just lemme rest a minute.”
“Frankie? Frankie?”
Frankie barely heard Jess. She felt like she was floating away.
Then everything went black.
“Good morning.”
Frankie squinted into the bright sun that streamed through the kitchen window. Then she slumped into a chair. It had taken all of her strength to move from the sofa to the kitchen.
The person standing in front of her handed her a cup of coffee. The smell made her stomach turn.
She looked up at the person. He was tall with dark brown hair and a bit of scruff around his face. He wore running shorts and a t-shirt advertising a 10K in New York City.
Frankie blinked several times. “Do I know you?”
The person shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He tossed her something. “Put this on.”
She flushed as she realized she was only wearing a skimpy undershirt. She took the offered t-shirt and pulled it over her head. It was several sizes too big, and the extra fabric fell off her shoulders.
She tried to look around, but the motion made her head hurt. She looked back up at the stranger. “Where am I?”
“You’re at my house,” he said brightly.
She moaned. “Did I… I mean, did we?”
A look of confusion crossed his face, and then he laughed. “No. You spent the night here, but you were alone on the sofa.”
“Oh,” she said. She looked at the coffee and then back at the man. “The party was here.”
“Yes,” he said. “And it looks like it was quite a party.”
“This isn’t your house. This is Mandy’s house,” she protested, remembering. She and Jessica had come here to see Jess’s new friend, Mandy. She was throwing the party.
“I’m Mandy’s brother,” the man said. “I own this house.”
“Oh,” she said again. She closed her eyes.
“But I wasn’t here last night,” he explained. “And apparently Mandy decided to have a wild time in my absence.”
She started to nod and then let her head fall down onto the table. It landed with a thump. “Ow.”
“You okay?” he asked her.
She grunted.
“I’m Nick,” he said. “I’m headed out the door for a jog, but if you need me…”
“No, I’m fine,” she murmured from her spot on the table. Then she lifted her head. “Where’s Jess?”
“I don’t know,” said Nick. “I don’t even know Jess. But Mandy’s not here either, so maybe they’re together? There’s a green Sunfire in the driveway.”
“Mine,” said Frankie.
The phone rang. Nick answered it. Frankie noticed his large hands as he gripped the receiver. “Hello? Uh huh. Where’s Mandy? Yeah.” He put his hand over the phone receiver and turned toward her. “Are you Frankie?”
She nodded and held out her hand. He passed off the phone.
“When you’re done I want to talk to my sister,” he said.
Frankie put the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”
“You okay, Frankie?” It was Jess. “I didn’t mean to leave you there alone. I was a little drunk last night, and you were all passed out on the sofa.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the apartment. Mandy took me home.”
Frankie nodded. Her head was still spinning. “Oh. Nick wants to talk to Mandy.”
“Who’s Nick?” Jess asked.
“The brother,” said Frankie. “And the roommate, I guess.”
Then Jess was gone. Frankie handed the phone to Nick. He put it up to his ear, and Frankie dropped her head back down on the table.
“Where are you, Amanda?” Nick demanded.
Frankie groaned. The tone reminded her of her father. She did not want to be reminded of her father, especially when her head was spinning.
“I want you to come now,” he said. “We’re going to talk about this…. No…. no…. You’re nineteen years old! You’re not even old enough to drink.”
Frankie groaned. She hadn’t known Mandy was underage. No wonder the girl had asked them to stop for liquor on the way over.
“No,” said Nick firmly. “Right now.”
He hung up the phone and turned back to Frankie. His gaze reminded her of the police shows she’d seen on television. She half expected him to turn a spotlight on her. “So what went on here last night?”
“I don’t remember,” she said honestly.
“Figures,” he said. “You okay to drive home?”
She felt nauseous. “No.”
Nick sighed and helped her to her feet. “The spare bedroom is just down the hall, first door on the right. You go in there and sleep it off.”
He guided her down the hall, and she found the bedroom.
“And the bathroom’s across the hall,” he said, just before leaving her. “Use it if you feel sick. I’m not interested in cleaning up vomit this morning.”
She nodded obediently. Then she climbed onto the strange bed and fell asleep.
She awoke to a sound she thought was the clap of thunder. Then she thought it might be someone building something outside. As she became more awake and took in her surroundings, she realized what it was. She had heard that sound many times during her childhood.
She sat up and looked at the clock. It was after noon. She sighed, glad she had made it through the morning without being sick. She stood up and crept to the bedroom door. She opened it a bit, and the sound got louder. It was coming from one of the other bedrooms. When she stepped into the hall, she could hear voices with the sound.
“Nick! Nick, no!” a female voice begged. She sounded near tears. “Nicky, please. I’m sorry!”
The cracking sound got faster and louder. “This is never going to happen again,” said Nick.
“It won’t! It won’t!” the girl insisted. “Ow! Nicky!”
“No drinking, no parties and no strangers in this house, Amanda,” Nick said, emphasizing his point with some particularly harsh smacks.
“I won’t! I won’t do it again!” Mandy nearly screamed.
The cracks continued, and Frankie closed her eyes. She heard Mandy crying hard. In the sobs, she could also hear an echo of herself when she was back at home over the knee of her father or her own big brother. She slid against the wall and listened.
In a few minutes, it was over. She heard the siblings talking in low voices, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She went back into the bedroom and crawled under the sheets.
She pulled the covers up to her neck and let herself relax into the cool sheets. The sounds of the spanking hadn’t bothered Frankie in the least. She had grown up in a family with six children, and there was hardly a day when someone wasn’t getting spanked. Frankie’s own brother, Josh, had even done the honors a time or two when he’d come home from college. In fact, she had no doubt that if Josh were in this bedroom with her, he’d be doing to her exactly what Nick was doing to his sister in the other room.
She smiled and then sighed. She did miss her family. But she reminded herself that this move across the country was exactly what she needed to put her life in order. In Frankie’s small town everyone knew everything she did. To them she would always be The PK, the preacher’s kid. They knew her life story inside and out. They knew that she was the rebellious youngest daughter of Pastor Caro. They watched her like a hawk, daring her to make a mistake.
With everyone just waiting for her to sin, it was no wonder she’d started at such a young age. In the shadow of her gloriously well-behaved older sisters, there was no role for Frankie except to be the bad seed. It was how she got her attention, even if that attention usually involved her bare behind.
For this reason, Frankie had no problem knowing that Nick had just spanked his little sister in the next room. The thought actually made her feel a little bit homesick.
She closed her eyes and rested for a little bit longer. By the time she finally got out of bed, it was nearly two o’clock.
She made her way back into the kitchen, this time feeling much more chipper. Brother and sister sat together at the kitchen table. The house had been cleaned, and everything looked like it was back to normal.
“Hey Frankie,” said Mandy brightly. “Feeling okay?”
Frankie smiled. “Much better, thanks.”
Nick was standing by the microwave. He’d changed into jeans. “You want a bagel or something?”
Frankie nodded and accepted the food gratefully. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, thankful that there were still several left.
Nick shook his head immediately. “Nope. Not in this house.”
Frankie grimaced. “I did it last night.”
Mandy groaned as her brother shot her a look.
“You’re not doing it now,” said Nick.
Frankie’s anger began to rise. She glared at Nick. “Who says? I’m an adult. I’ll do what I want.”
Nick raised his eyebrows at her. “This is my house,” he reminded her. “And waking up hung over on a stranger’s sofa is not the behavior of an adult, young lady.”
Frankie rolled her eyes and stuffed the cigarettes back into her pocket.
“This is what your friends are like?” Nick asked Mandy.
“Hey, don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Frankie protested. She looked at Mandy. “Brothers are a pain.”
Mandy started to smirk but then set her mouth into a straight line when she saw her brother watching her. Her eyes laughed when she glanced at Frankie.
Then Nick turned his gaze to the visitor. “As long as you want to be part of the conversation, why don’t you tell me about how you and your friend came to buy alcohol for my teenage sister.”
Frankie shrugged and looked at Mandy. The teen was tall and slender with a mass of brown curls. “She looks twenty-one,” said Frankie helplessly.
Nick was incredulous. “You didn’t ask her?”
Frankie shot her hands up. “Hey! I’m not on trial here.”
“You could be,” Nick growled, his dark eyes zeroing in on her. “Buying alcohol for minors is illegal.”
“Wait,” said Mandy with a sigh. “Jess asked. I told her I was twenty-one.”
Frankie looked triumphantly at Nick, but he was focused on his sister.
“You what?”
“I told her,” Mandy said softly. “I told her I was twenty-one.”
Nick shook his head and then folded his arms. He stood there breathing deeply for about thirty seconds. Then he said, “I am going to blister your butt.”
“Nick!” Mandy protested. Her cheeks turned pink.
“’Manda, I am way beyond caring who knows that you get your little hiney spanked,” Nick said threateningly.
Mandy looked like she wanted to crawl under a chair. Her cheeks blazed red. She turned to Frankie. “We come from a very conservative family.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to her,” said Nick. “This is between you and me.”
Frankie ignored him. “It’s okay, Mandy. When I was sixteen, I snuck into a frat party and got drunk on beer. I had to stare at the empty beer can on the floor while my brother smacked my bare behind with a paddle.”
The room went silent. The siblings both stared at her.
“Really?” Mandy breathed. “I didn’t know anyone else had a family like that.”
“Lots of people do,” said Frankie. “Especially back in Georgia. Why do you think I left?”
Mandy laughed. Then she remembered how much trouble she was in, and she looked at the table.
Nick was still staring at Frankie. “I wondered about that accent.”
Frankie smiled. “I’m a Southern Belle.”
Nick laughed, and Frankie was surprised to notice that he had a fantastic smile. “You certainly are,” he said.
Frankie’s eyebrows went up. He seemed to be flirting with her. She glanced at Mandy and then looked back at Nick. “Don’t you think she’s been through enough?”
Mandy looked up hopefully.
“No,” said Nick.
Frankie smiled. “You are just like my brother, Josh.” She pursed her lips together. “Tell you what? You let Mandy off the hook this time, and I’ll buy you lunch.”
Both girls looked at Nick expectantly. He seemed to consider this offer for a moment. Then he said. “Okay. Just this once.”
Mandy breathed a sigh of relief.
“But if this ever happens again, you are in real trouble,” he told his sister, his voice low and serious.
She nodded solemnly. When Nick had turned away from them, she mouthed the word thanks. Frankie winked at her.
Nick stepped into the hallway to pull on a jacket. When he returned, he addressed Frankie. “Come on.”
She looked up. “Where?”
“You promised me lunch,” he said. “You drive.”
Frankie laughed and stood up. Then she smiled at Mandy. “I guess we’re going to lunch. See you later.”
Mandy grinned and watched them leave. Just as the door was nearly shut, it opened again. Nick stuck his head through. “You are grounded,” he told her. “You’re not going anywhere for a week.”
