Through the Seasons: A Jack and Meggie Collection by Jennie MayCollection of Six Jack and Meggie ageplay stories! When they are alone – and sometimes when they are not – Meggie and Jack live as Daddy and daughter. consensual adult ageplay.
A Blushing Books exclusive! Jack and Meggie are a married couple with a very unique relationship. When they are alone – and sometimes when they are not – Meggie and Jack live as Daddy and daughter. Follow them through the holiday seasons with this six story collection.
Collection contains: The Valentine’s Day Slasher, Summer Retreat, Jack and Meggie at the Pumpkin Patch, Trick Or Treat, A Little Christmas Spanking, and On the Christmas Train.
Publisher’s Note: These stories contain the consensual spanking of an adult woman who has voluntarily entered a role–play relationship with her husband.
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Through the Seasons: A Jack and Meggie Collection (Sample Chapter)
Collection of Jack and Meggie AgePlay domestic discipline stories
© Jennie May, 2013
The Valentine's Day Slasher
Meggie was hiding behind a tree.
It wasn't even a very big tree, and it wasn't truly the kind of tree even someone as small as Meggie could really hide behind. Still she tried to compact her body as much as possible.
She had been hiding behind a car, or rather between two cars. But then a woman had stepped out of a beauty salon in the strip mall, her eyebrows demonic red from being plucked, and had shrieked loudly to find Meggie crouched beside her car door.
The woman had not called the police, so that was good.
What was not good was that Meggie could see Jack.
He was sitting at a table by the window at Carina's, an Italian restaurant where Jack and Meggie had been numerous times. He wore a suit, which wasn't unusual for a weekday. He seemed to be entertaining a blonde, which was unusual for any day of the week.
Meggie watched her husband carefully. He and the blonde were sharing a bottle of red wine. Jack smiled broadly as he filled the woman's glass. The woman responded with what Meggie had to assume was a giggle. She narrowed her eyes.
It was hard to tell with the woman seated, but Meggie believed her to be fairly tall. She wore high heels on top of that. She was slender, but with boobs, and was confident enough to wear bright red lipstick.
Meggie sighed. Was this what Jack wanted now? Meggie was nearly the opposite of the blonde. Meggie was tiny, not quite five feet tall. She was thin but had very little going on in the boob area. She never wore heels. She preferred socks alone, although she did wear flats when she went to work. She was not glamorous and didn't even own red lipstick.
She thought that Jack had liked her to be natural. She thought that he loved her because she was Meggie, the little wife who could even play a daughter for sexual thrills.
But here he was with a blonde who could never in a million years pass for his daughter. And he was drinking wine with her at an Italian restaurant on Valentine's Day.
Meggie's eyes stung with freezing tears. She pulled her coat tight around her and thought.
Should she storm into the restaurant and confront Jack? She could cause a big scene and embarrass him in front of the stupid blonde. Or should she go home and throw all of his things out onto the driveway? She could invite the neighbor kids to go through it and pick out what they wanted.
The more she thought, the more she seethed. And then she remembered the Valentine's Day gift she had bought for Jack.
She hurried to her car, her boots scuffling through the slush that was left over from the last snowfall. She opened the trunk and found what she was looking for.
She had just purchased a knife set for Jack as a Valentine's Day gift. Jack liked to cook, and she knew that he had been wanting some better knives. Meggie found them at a high-end kitchen supply store. They were lovely and shiny, really like art was what Meggie had decided when she saw them. And the saleswoman had assured her that they had a magnificent weight and would perform beautifully for any chef.
Meggie tore the box open and pulled out the biggest knife. It gleamed in the sunlight and she smiled. She grabbed an empty shopping bag from her trunk and slipped the knife inside. She didn't want anyone calling the police to say that a half crazy woman or possibly teenager was tramping around the strip mall with a giant knife.
She walked casually but quickly through the strip mall parking lot to Jack's car. First she checked the door to see if it was locked. It was. She was disappointed. She had been planning to steal his spare tire.
She pulled the knife out of the bag and looked around to make sure that no one was watching. Then she plunged the knife into Jack's front tire.
It took a couple of thrusts before the knife really ripped the rubber apart, but once it did she knew that this was going to be serious damage. She grinned wickedly and then hurried away, her knife in her bag. When she got to her car, she tossed the knife into the passenger seat and drove away.
Jack was home late. He had called, but she had ignored the phone. She had no reason to speak to him. She was in the kitchen when she heard him come in.
She didn't answer. She listened to the sounds of him hanging up his coat and putting his computer case by the door.
"Meggie, where are you?"
She stayed silent, holding her teacup and leaning against the kitchen counter by the window. She waited.
Jack came into the kitchen a few seconds later. He kissed her but she didn't kiss him back.
"Didn't you get my message? I told you I'd be late."
"I got it," she said.
Jack gave her a confused stare and reached into the refrigerator for a beer. "You'll never believe what happened. When I was at lunch, somebody actually slashed my front tire. I spent two hours waiting for it to be fixed."
"Maybe you deserved it," Meggie mumbled under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Who were you at lunch with?" Meggie asked.
Jack looked startled. "Meggie, what is going on here?"
"Who were you at lunch with?" Meggie repeated.
"Oh, just David," Jack replied. David was a co-worker of Jack's and the two were also good friends. "Didn't you hear me, Megs? My tire was slashed. The place said it looked like a knife. How crazy is that?"
"Crazy," Meggie said evenly. "How's David?"
Jack stood in front of his wife. He took the teacup out of her hand and placed it on the counter. "Megs, what's wrong? Are you angry because I'm late on Valentine's Day? I made reservations for us at Carina's."
"Carina's?" Meggie nearly spat.
"Yes," said Jack carefully. "Carina's. It's that Italian place you love."
"I know what Carina's is, Jack," said Meggie, her voice dripping with anger. "Aren't you sick of Italian food?"
Jack's voice got stern. Meggie knew that he was losing his patience. "Tell me what this is about. Right now."
Meggie looked away. Jack gently turned her head back to face him.
"Tell me," he ordered.
Meggie blinked at him. "Since when is David a leggy blonde who likes red wine?"
Jack nodded slowly. "Ah ha. Now we're getting somewhere. You were out shopping today."
"Yes, I was!" Meggie shouted. "And you were having lunch with some… some… woman!"
Jack actually started to laugh as Meggie seethed.
Jack put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Meaghan, you are incredibly cute. I'm flattered by your jealousy, but I am not romantically involved with that woman."
Meggie narrowed her eyes. "Then why did you lie and say it was David?"
"Because the woman you saw me with is a jeweler. I asked her to make my baby girl something special for Valentine's Day. I took her out to lunch because she made something beautiful, did the job quickly and gave me a great price," Jack explained. "Her name is Gina, and you would like her very much."
Meggie snorted skeptically. "You had her make something for me?"
Jack pulled a small box out of the inside of his suit jacket and handed it to Meggie. "I love you, Meggie. I wanted you to have something really special."
Meggie opened the box to find a sparkling pendant. Her birthstone and Jack's were set in a circle of gold with small diamonds shining around it. She breathed. "Oh, Jack. It's incredible."
"I knew you would love it," he said with a smile. He kissed her on the lips. "Now let's go get ready for dinner. We still have a little time, and I can think of a few ways to fill it."
But tears were streaming down Meggie's face.
"Meggie? Are you okay?" Jack asked her.
Meggie wailed. Then she buried her face in Jack's coat.
Puzzled, Jack let her cry for a minute or two. Then he pulled her away. Her face was red and tear-stained.
"What's wrong?" he asked her. His voice was cautious. He sensed he was about to hear something he didn't want to hear.
"I got you something too," Meggie cried. "I got you knives!"
Then she burst into tears once more, grabbing a dishtowel to hide her face.
"You got me knives?" Jack repeated, confused. "You got me… oh Meggie. You didn't."
She nodded into the dishtowel.
"You slashed my tire?"
She nodded again and looked up. "I'm sorry. I thought you were cheating on me with a blonde."
Jack tried to control his anger. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before looking at his wife.
The look on her face almost made him smile. Her eyes were open wide, full of expression. Her mouth was twisted and looked as if it was being held onto her face by two of her teeth.
"Go upstairs," Jack said calmly. "We'll talk about this."
Meggie hurried to the steps and was out of sight in seconds. Jack watched her go. He shook his head slowly. He counted to ten. Then he counted to ten again. After his head had stopped pounding, he followed her upstairs.
Meggie was sitting on the bed clutching a pillow when Jack entered their bedroom.
He stood in front of her. "What am I going to do with you?"
Jack kneeled down so that he was face to face with his wife. He could tell that she was already emotional about what she had done, so he kept his voice gentle.
"Honey, I cannot believe you would think that I would cheat on you, ever. You give me everything I could possibly need or want and so much more. And I love you way too much to hurt you like that. What were you thinking?"
Meggie twisted her lips. "I was thinking you were screwing that blonde."
Jack sighed deeply. "I am not screwing that blonde, any other blonde or anybody except for you. Do you understand?"
Meggie nodded her head slowly, and Jack took her hands. She looked up at him through moist eyelashes.
"And Meggie, even if I were screwing twenty blondes right there in the restaurant window, that is absolutely no excuse for vandalizing my car. That is not how you react to problems, and you know better."
Meggie bit her lip and looked away. Maybe she knew better, but she was thinking that she would probably do it again under similar circumstances. She would just have to make sure she had her facts straight first.
"Meggie, are you listening to me?" Jack asked her.
"Yes," Meggie said, feeling like it was a good idea not to let Jack in on her full line of thinking.
Jack stood up and then pulled Meggie up with him. He leaned down to kiss her and then pulled down her pants.
Meggie had fully expected it to happen, but she was still a little bit stunned. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to spank you for doubting me, and then I'm going to paddle you for damaging my car," Jack replied casually. He sat on the bed and pulled Meggie to his side. "And then I'm going to pop a reminder into your bottom and take you out to dinner."
Meggie opened her mouth to argue this last bit, but Jack pulled her over his lap and began swatting her bottom hard enough that she was jolted into a place where she couldn't form the words to argue.
"Yes, Meggie, we are going to keep out dinner reservation," Jack explained, as he began to generate heat in his wife's small bottom. "It is Valentine's Day, after all. Unfortunately for you, you will be celebrating with a red, plugged bottom."
Meggie opened her mouth, but all that came out was a moan. Jack was only spanking her panties with his large hand but she already felt the fire building. She sometimes wondered if her bottom would smoke if Jack went on long enough.
When he'd gotten her bottom to the state of a space heater, he stopped to pull her panties down.
She struggled, a little panicky, but he held her easily. Jack knew Meggie by heart and that included every little move she made when she was being punished.
Jack renewed his efforts on her bare bottom and Meggie started to whimper and then cry out. Jack was experienced at disciplining his wife, sometimes for her pleasure and sometimes specifically not for her pleasure. He knew how to bring about that sense of helplessness in her heart while he brought a vicious soreness to her backside.
Jack liked the feeling of his hand smacking Meggie's bare bottom. He liked the red color that it left behind as evidence of his authority and he liked the idea that having her bare bottomed over his lap created a sense of childish shame and embarrassment for her.
He spanked her with his hand until her bottom was red and there were real tears spilling out of her eyes.
"Don't you ever doubt my love for you," he told her sternly. He emphasized this direction with a hard spank that sent Meggie forward against his thigh.
"I won't!" Meggie wailed. She was crying because her bottom hurt and because he was angry enough that she didn't know what he might do. She was also crying because she knew she'd hurt his feelings by thinking that he would have an affair. She wanted to explain to him that it was her insecurity that had caused the problem and that it had nothing at all to do with him. She didn't explain, though. Instead she took the spanking she knew she deserved.
Meggie's bottom felt like sandpaper by the time Jack let her up, and she was crying softly. Jack kissed her mouth and then her tears. Then he positioned her over the bed and went to get the paddle.
Jack returned with the paddle he used for Meggie's punishments. It was a heavy, wooden implement and it packed a thud. Meggie hated it. Jack kept it on a high shelf in his closet ever since it had disappeared from Meggie's dresser drawer one day and was mysteriously found in the trash.
Jack regarded Meggie's red cheeks. He almost felt sorry for her until he remembered the slashed tire and how he had wasted half a day trying to get his car back on the road. He took aim and swatted.
Meggie hadn't been ready for the strike. She cried out loudly and grabbed the bed with her fists.
Jack smacked her again. The paddle covered her small bottom.
She let out a sob and the tears started to fall beyond her control.
"Vandalism is serious," Jack told her as she cried. "It's also illegal, and it's a very immature reaction to any situation."
Jack let his words settle into her brain before bringing the paddle down again.
Meggie nearly screamed. Her bottom stung, and she was sorry for what she had done.
Jack put the paddle down and sat next to his wife. He put a hand on her bottom and she started.
"Megs, you have to control yourself," he told her softly. He rubbed her bottom and smiled because the heat was so intense he was thinking of trying to fry an egg on it.
"I know!" Meggie cried. She buried her face in her arms.
Jack rubbed her bottom, and Meggie winced now and then when he touched a particularly tender spot. Then Jack got up and went for the dresser drawer.
Meggie continued to cry. "Do you have to do that?"
"I don't have to, but I'm going to," Jack replied. "Now relax that bottom."
Jack resumed his position beside her and spread her cheeks. She gasped as the cold lubricant squished into her bottom. Jack tucked it in with a finger, and Meggie moaned from embarrassment and a little sexual thrill.
Jack positioned the plug on Meggie's bottom hole and persisted with gentle pressure until she was able to let it in. Then he secured it with a few hard whacks of his hand.
"Ouch!" Meggie wiggled.
"This is going to remind you all night that you are my one and only Valentine," Jack told her.
"Romantic," Meggie mumbled sarcastically.
Jack kissed her on the top of the head. "Get ready to go out. We're running late as it is."
Jack left her there in the bedroom, panties at her knees and with a plug snugly planted in her bottom hole. Meggie sighed and then rolled off the bed to find the right outfit to celebrate this very memorable Valentine's Day.