she said, “We are going to work on a very special quilt. Your Mama started it, but did no’ finish.”
“We don’t know how to quilt, Mam.” Sally was a bit frightened of touching her Mama’s quilt.
“I know how and I am going to teach ye both. Come with me.” She led them over to a trunk that was shoved into the back of a storage area in a corner of the cabin. “I did no’ know what was in here and I took a peek the other day. I found all sorts of things, most of them things ye’ll want when ye are much older, but there was a quilt your Mama started piecing, and all sorts of pieces cut for the top. I think it would be nice for you to finish it and you can share it this winter.”
“Will it make Papa sad? He did not want us getting into this trunk of Mama’s things and that is why he pushed it back in here.” Susie’s face was so serious.
“I asked your Papa’s permission first, girls. I do no’ want him to be sad, either.” She patiently showed them how to add the scraps of fabric to the top, and the girls caught on quickly. Bridget had to ask them to set the quilt aside to help her prepare a noon meal, but all they wanted to talk about was their project, and which pieces they loved most. Bridget thought it great fun that Susie’s favorite pieces were the blue ones while Sally loved the pinks. There were ample of each, and soon the girls were seeing progress. They couldn’t wait to show their Papa when he came in from working all day. Bridget was pleased with her husband when he paid proper attention to the colors and the shapes and showed great interest in the quilt they were working on together.
Seth was impressed at how much his girls had changed since Bridget came into their lives. They were truly happy and smiling and giggling, and he owed it all to his lovely redhead. He vowed to thank her properly after the girls were sound asleep for the night, and he did. Bridget accepted him with open arms, and Seth was happy to be alive.
Oh, Bridget wasn’t perfect and she had the devil’s own temper at times, and Seth found that a good spanking tended to settle her down and help her listen to what he had to say. She had a pretty backside, and he enjoyed finding excuses to spank it playfully. Bridget seemed to enjoy his games, and he was assured of that when she came to him one evening after the girls were in bed to say, “My Lord, I must report that I broke an expensive crystal goblet today, and must be punished.” She handed him a piece of kindling that she’d sanded until it was nice and smooth, and then, to his delight, she’d pulled up her skirts to reveal that she wasn’t wearing drawers, and then she bent over and placed her hands flat on the seat of a chair and wiggled her bottom at him. Seth instantly became the Lord of the Manor, and scolded her for being so clumsy and inept, and then he took the nicely shaped paddle she’d made and gave her right cheek a firm whack. It left a pink mark on her bottom, and he quickly treated the other side to the same type of swat.
“Does it sting?” he asked of her.
“Oh, yes, M’Lord.”
Since she was staying in character, Seth decided that she must be enjoying the sting. He gave her a few more, and then rubbed the sting from her bottom cheeks. Bridget was moaning in delight, and when his fingers dipped lower, she opened her legs so that he could have access to whatever he wanted from her. She was soaking wet, a sure sign that the little spanking was making her want more. Seth gave her what she wanted, and when they fell asleep, both of them were content.
The day finally came when Bridget was positive she was with child, and she couldn’t help but wonder how her husband would feel about another child. She didn’t have long to ponder the question, because Seth was very tuned to her, and her morning sickness was a reliable giveaway. He asked her if it was possible, and she told him
“We don’t know how to quilt, Mam.” Sally was a bit frightened of touching her Mama’s quilt.
“I know how and I am going to teach ye both. Come with me.” She led them over to a trunk that was shoved into the back of a storage area in a corner of the cabin. “I did no’ know what was in here and I took a peek the other day. I found all sorts of things, most of them things ye’ll want when ye are much older, but there was a quilt your Mama started piecing, and all sorts of pieces cut for the top. I think it would be nice for you to finish it and you can share it this winter.”
“Will it make Papa sad? He did not want us getting into this trunk of Mama’s things and that is why he pushed it back in here.” Susie’s face was so serious.
“I asked your Papa’s permission first, girls. I do no’ want him to be sad, either.” She patiently showed them how to add the scraps of fabric to the top, and the girls caught on quickly. Bridget had to ask them to set the quilt aside to help her prepare a noon meal, but all they wanted to talk about was their project, and which pieces they loved most. Bridget thought it great fun that Susie’s favorite pieces were the blue ones while Sally loved the pinks. There were ample of each, and soon the girls were seeing progress. They couldn’t wait to show their Papa when he came in from working all day. Bridget was pleased with her husband when he paid proper attention to the colors and the shapes and showed great interest in the quilt they were working on together.
Seth was impressed at how much his girls had changed since Bridget came into their lives. They were truly happy and smiling and giggling, and he owed it all to his lovely redhead. He vowed to thank her properly after the girls were sound asleep for the night, and he did. Bridget accepted him with open arms, and Seth was happy to be alive.
Oh, Bridget wasn’t perfect and she had the devil’s own temper at times, and Seth found that a good spanking tended to settle her down and help her listen to what he had to say. She had a pretty backside, and he enjoyed finding excuses to spank it playfully. Bridget seemed to enjoy his games, and he was assured of that when she came to him one evening after the girls were in bed to say, “My Lord, I must report that I broke an expensive crystal goblet today, and must be punished.” She handed him a piece of kindling that she’d sanded until it was nice and smooth, and then, to his delight, she’d pulled up her skirts to reveal that she wasn’t wearing drawers, and then she bent over and placed her hands flat on the seat of a chair and wiggled her bottom at him. Seth instantly became the Lord of the Manor, and scolded her for being so clumsy and inept, and then he took the nicely shaped paddle she’d made and gave her right cheek a firm whack. It left a pink mark on her bottom, and he quickly treated the other side to the same type of swat.
“Does it sting?” he asked of her.
“Oh, yes, M’Lord.”
Since she was staying in character, Seth decided that she must be enjoying the sting. He gave her a few more, and then rubbed the sting from her bottom cheeks. Bridget was moaning in delight, and when his fingers dipped lower, she opened her legs so that he could have access to whatever he wanted from her. She was soaking wet, a sure sign that the little spanking was making her want more. Seth gave her what she wanted, and when they fell asleep, both of them were content.
The day finally came when Bridget was positive she was with child, and she couldn’t help but wonder how her husband would feel about another child. She didn’t have long to ponder the question, because Seth was very tuned to her, and her morning sickness was a reliable giveaway. He asked her if it was possible, and she told him
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