His Firm Hand Read Free

with mild trepidation and in an attempt to change the subject.
    “Let’s get situated at the table and then we can talk.” Paul grinned as he plated a portion of blackened salmon and spooned a generous serving of risotto on the side. Graciously, he pulled a chair out for Michele to sit down and made sure she was comfortable before placing the steaming hot plate of food in front of her. Bringing his glass of wine to the table, he sat in the seat across from her. “Here’s to a new beginning,” he toasted.
    “Why do I get the feeling that this will be my last glass of chardonnay in the middle of the week?” Her reddish-brown eyebrow arched in anticipation of his answer before clinking his glass.
    “I did some thinking in between patients today.”
    Michele shrugged her shoulders before taking a bite of salmon. “A psychiatrist who contemplates, how novel.”
    “You’re already in character, I see.” His sparkling eyes narrowed playfully.
    “Sorry,” she answered sheepishly.
    “Now, as I was saying. We’ve been married for just a couple of years and it’s been wonderful. But—”
    “But what?” she asked indignantly with an outstretched hand.
    Paul let out a raucous laugh. “You’re the epitome of an impatient teenager who can’t wait for anyone to complete a thought.” He stopped and took a forkful of his risotto. “I was considering last night’s discussion on how to revive our lifestyle.” As Paul thoughtfully chewed, he watched Michele inhale a deep breath getting ready to speak and held up his hand. “Now before your beautiful lips start moving again, hear me out. What I’m suggesting is that on the weekdays we incorporate some age-play into our lives. Then on the weekends we can revert back to our regular adult relationship. We haven’t been adhering to the DD rules we agreed upon before we were married, but after thinking about it today, they all should still apply. Don’t you think so, sweetie?”
    Michele pushed the food around on her plate before dramatically slouching into the seat.
    “There, that’s it!” Paul pointed his finger at her.
    “That’s what?”
    “Your body language is the perfect example of a typical teenage response. See, you really are a natural at this.” Reclining back into the chair, he beamed with pleasure.
    “I don’t know about that.” As Michele savored another sip from her wineglass, her eyes filled with concern that it might be her last drink on a Tuesday for a while. “So, let’s make sure I understand this. During the weekdays, we’re going to roleplay that you’re the daddy and I’m your teenager.” She paused to think about how this was going to affect their relationship. “Does that mean we’ll only be able to have sex on the weekends?”
    “Some things we’ll have to figure out as we go along. After all, it’s our story to write. I’m getting excited just thinking about all the fun we’ll have.”
    Michele looked downward and noticed a small tent in his pants. “Yes, I can see that.”
    He leaned forward and tipped his head to the side. “So, are we in agreement, my little Michelie?”
    “Okay, I’ll admit that I also gave this concept some careful consideration today.” She paused, raising her wineglass in his direction. “Just be aware that I intend for my teenage years to be a lot more fun than they were the first time around.” She emptied the remaining amount of chardonnay in one gulp and winked.

Chapter Two
     
     
    “You seem a little pensive this beautiful Saturday morning,” Dave observed before eagerly digging into his hash browns as they sat in the men’s grill room of their country club.
    “Maybe it’s because you keep nailing me for twenty bucks every weekend on the golf course. You’d think I’d be smart enough to ask for more strokes,” Paul retorted, peering at his friend through narrowed eyes.
    “Maybe a few lessons are in order. I can help with that.”
    “Yeah, your help is what got me into this