Meeting Day

Waking up, I feel so much better for sorting everything out. My mind replays Jackson’s hand spanking my ass. I roll over to find the bed empty. Jackson is already up, clearly as his side is empty, with a note left on the pillow. Picking it up, I begin reading, hearing his voice saying the words in my mind.

I am at work. I have sorted the meeting for this afternoon to help with your business. So be ready. Yes, it means leaving the girls, but it is for business, not pleasure.

I feel the smile on my face as I walk to the shower and quickly get washed, then dressed. The girls are still asleep, clearly worn out. It is 9:14 am. They would typically be up by now. I walk downstairs, and for the first time in ages, the house is empty and totally silent. It feels nice.

I find myself cooking before deciding that waking the twins up after would be the best option, so breakfast is ready for when I wake them.

So, after cooking pancakes, getting fruit ready and their morning milk, I walk back