Page 22 of Prepper Daddy

“I’ll be sure to thank her.” Meg regarded me with tears brimming in her eyes. “Daddy, I thought we were going to have a small, simple wedding. If I’d known you were going to all this trouble, I would’ve insisted on helping you plan more. I just assumed a traveling priest and a few witnesses were coming. This is the bestest surprise ever.” She beamed with joy as her gaze swept around the reception.

I drew her in for a long, sensual kiss, not caring that our guests were watching. They clanged their utensils on their champagne glasses and called out raunchy encouragements. By the time I’d finished kissing Meg, she was flushed and breathless. So was I. My fancy dress pants had also become uncomfortably tight in the crotch area.

“Weddings in these parts are usually a big deal,” I told her, “even when they’re small.”

“Well, this is the first wedding I’ve been to, so I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Her comment gave me pause. “You’ve truly never been to a wedding before? Not once?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I was eight when the zombie outbreak happened, remember? And before that, my parents never took me to a wedding. And out on the road, well, I guess I never stayed in one place long enough to meet people and get invited to one. I’ve never been to a party either.”

Sometimes the snippets she dropped about her past shocked me. This one did. I knew after her parents had abandoned her at a train station, she’d spent the following years moving from place to place, either by herself or with the latest motley group of survivors. But it saddened me that she’d never been invited to a wedding or a party.

I wasn’t the most social guy in the world, but I suddenly found myself making plans to bring her to as many weddings and other happy occasions as possible when it wasn’t zombie migration season. I was lucky to have grown up in this small community in the hills of South Carolina, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my days sharing this (somewhat safe) life with Meg.

The reception lasted for about three hours. Before the final guests departed, they helped us clean up. With several of us working together, we had everything set to rights in no time, the dishes washed and put away, and the decorations stored in boxes.

We made sure each guest left with fresh flowers and a large piece of cake. I noticed the blacksmith leaving with Harriot, and I silently wished them good luck.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” Meg said, lacing her arms around me as we stood in the dining room. “Today was perfect. I used to wonder what weddings were like, though I never imagined that the first one I attended would be my own.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, babygirl, and I love you, too.” I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, inhaling the lavender scent of her shampoo. “In fact, I will love you until my dying breath in 2132.”

“Aw, Daddy, that’s so sweet.” She rose on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “I promise the same. I’ll love you until the Murder Asteroid kills us both.”

I guided her upstairs, my cock thickening as I imagined the evening to come. Once we reached our bedroom, I removed my formal jacket and shoes.

I started rolling up my sleeves and gave Meg a stern look.

“Daddy?” she asked nervously as she fidgeted in place, “what are you doing?”

I sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m preparing to spank you.” I patted my thigh. “Come here.”

“But why? I-I’ve been a good girl all day. Honest, I have.” As she gnawed on her lower lip, she shot me an anxious look.

“You’ve been a very good girl all day, babygirl,” I said in a reassuring tone as I drew her closer. “But I want to start our marriage out right. I intend to take you over my knee, bare your bottom, and give you a light spanking, just to reinforce our roles as husband and wife, and Daddy and babygirl.”

She sucked in a shaky breath, and her face became flushed. “A light spanking?”

I nodded. “Just enough to sting. Just enough to turn those adorable butt cheeks of yours pink.”

She stepped closer, and there was no question about it—my babygirl was getting turned on. The prospect of being turned over my knee and given a light spanking was causing her privates to ache. She kept exhaling shaky breaths and squirming in place. I was also fairly certain that beneath that gown of hers, she was pressing her thighs together.

“Okay, Daddy,” she finally said, though her expression remained wary.

One more step brought her to my side, and after a few seconds of staring at me with an indecisive look, she started to lower herself across my lap. I guided her into place, thankful that she trusted me to give her what she needed.

What we both needed.

She could survive on her own, and so could I. But we were better together. Happier together. And when we were together, I was her daddy, and she was my sweet babygirl. I guided her and cherished her, while she lovingly submitted to my authority.

Her stomach pressed down on my thickening cock, and when she squirmed more than was necessary, I started to suspect she was teasing me on purpose. The naughty little girl. I hadn’t lifted her gown up yet, but I still delivered a sharp warning slap to her bottom.

“If you misbehave, babygirl, this can quickly turn into a punishment spanking. Is that what you want? Do you want Daddy to have to punish you on your wedding night?”

She whimpered and ceased moving around. “I’ll be good, Daddy.” She glanced over her shoulder, giving me a penitent look that caused my shaft to stiffen further.

I took my time as I bared her bottom, pulling up the layers of her gown before I drew her white panties down to her knees. As I forced her thighs wide apart, I caught the telltale glimmer of her arousal, and I couldn’t resist dragging a finger through her gathering moisture. She gave another whimper as a quiver rushed through her body.

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