It was mid July and we were having a somewhat decent start to the summer, given we lived in the North of England, anything in the early 20s were deemed hot. It was the weekend and we allowed the bright morning to wake us. Sometimes we dozed and spent a few hours in bed, sometimes we rose early. Daddy often liked to have coffee in the garden, served by yours truly. Today was a day where he wanted to get up and drink coffee in the sun.
I was wrapped up in a slightly thick cardigan and his tee. I hadn't any underwear on and was barefoot. One of the things that I enjoyed about being a stay at home was how much I could be barefoot. There is something so comforting about being able to wander around our home and gardens with no socks and shoes. We had quite a nice bit of land around our home. I enjoyed having a little veg patch and a small orchard. We also had a few chickens, which was a delight for daddy to have fresh eggs cooked in the morning. He had pulled some joggers on and I perversely watched as his muscles moved this way and that way with just his general movements. He had a Spanish background so enjoyed any slight sunshine, practically worshipping the rays. Me on the other hand, had ginger hair and fair skin, so I had to be careful. Most summers I ended up with some sort of self inflicted degree of sunstroke. He walked outside and left me to make coffee.
I carried out two big mugs through the wide patio doors and walked over to him. He was sat comfortably on one of the large couches we had outside. I gave him his coffee, served with a kiss. It was an unspoken rule. Coffee was always served with a kiss. I sat down beside him, with my body turned towards him. My legs were up on the couch, my knees grazing against his legs, his feet planted directly on the ground. There was over a foot difference in height between us and he was almost about double the width of me. I could imagine some of the thoughts people had when they seen us. Without makeup I looked somewhat childlike and I was often treated that way, much to my delight. Daddy preferred me without makeup but was happy with either, so long as I was happy. I hugged my mug close to me, trying to get some of the warmth from it. It was warm but I still felt slightly chilly. Daddy on the other hand was basking in the sun. I watched as the few clouds that were in the beautiful blue sky rolled past. He turned and kissed my forehead. 'I think we should go on a walk, take a little picnic hmm?' It wasn't really a question, more of a telling. He had been at work most of this week so needed to get out and stretch his legs a little.
I smiled. 'Good idea daddy, I got some snacky bits the other day when I was shopping so I can make up something nice for us.'
'Good girl.' We sat for about a half hour just sipping our coffees and not saying much, being at peace with ourselves and the beautiful scenery around us. It rolled around to 10AM and we began to get ready for our wander. I had done the few jobs I had on the weekend, feeding the chickens and adding whatever necessary to the dishwasher, unloading daddy's work clothes from the washer and starting up another load. I always made sure that I did as much as I could through the week so that we had an easy weekend. He didn't always work five day weeks, often only two or three days. It was the luxury of having two successful businesses that he had nurtured for years before me. His ambition was very sexy to me and mine had been too to him. We've discussed having our own businesses, property and me my own natural shop, selling handmade creams and candles. But for now we were enjoying each others company and I was embracing the life of a stay at home, obedient, disciplined wife. I was living in a fairy tale; if of course Cinderella liked to be bent over and spanked for her misdemeanours.
I had packed us a filling picnic and a large flask of tea. It goes without saying I also had several bottles of water. Daddy had picked out some leggings and a white cotton long sleeved tee for me. He also had a thin jumper out for me, just in case. He always made sure that whenever we went for walks in the summer that I was dressed as cool and as covered as possible, as I didn't like to wear sun cream. He pulled a cap onto my head before we left. He was wearing loose grey shorts and a short sleeved white cotton tee also. His golden skin almost reflected in the light against his tee and I think I may have drooled slightly. He picked up both bags and with his other hand on my lower back, walked me out the door. As always; he opened the car door for me and shut it once he had saw my belt was on. He placed our bags in the boot and climbed in beside me. It was only a short drive away for our walk as we lived in somewhat of a rural area. We were lucky to have so much land and sand around us. Something daddy loved as he was originally from the city and had to travel a few hours on a train to get to a beach, whereas I had grown up in a seaside town, the beach a mere five minutes walk from me. I nestled into the leather seat and watched as the world turned a rolling colour of blue and green as he drove us to our destination. Daddy's business was a luxury car garage and he had a love for fast cars. He often changed his car to whatever model he fancied and I had developed a lust for being driven in fancy fast cars.
When we arrived at the location I waited as he walked around to my side and unbuckled me, helping me out of the car like a princess arriving at the ball. Except every entrance was like this, he was a complete gentleman. When we first began arriving places and his friends saw him do this they were somewhat perplexed. He was not the man they thought he was around me. There had been no other girls to get this type of attention and no one thought there ever would be. Everyone had known him as the hard working, not to be messed with, loveless man. With me he was like a man praying to his deity. I was put on a pedestal and worshipped. The feeling was mutual and I gave him my soul, I committed my entire being to him and anyone who saw us together could see how madly in love we were.
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The sun was beaming down on us and I had fastened my jumper around my waist and daddy had taken his tee off and tucked it into the top of his shorts. I kept glancing over at him, his body sparkling with a thin layer of sweat. I was hot in my clothes but was glad he had picked out what I was wearing, otherwise I would be coming home with a sunburn. We had come to one of our favourite locations, it was a walk that was on a privately owned estate, with a couple of different distances to walk. We had decided on the longest one and because of the no dog and no bike rule, it was often a lonesome walk. There was beautiful green hills and a river through a big chunk of the walk and there was several patches of land you had to walk through filled with sheep. Sometimes we saw deer and often pheasants running around. You could walk in silence and be filled with happiness from the sounds of nature around you. We were around half way through the walk when daddy decided he wanted lunch. We didn't have to find a spot to sit but there was a perfect spot about five more minutes walk and I asked if we could go there instead, which of course he agreed too.
When we arrived to my spot, he took the blanket from his bag and lowered it on the ground and we unpacked what I had made up. Sandwiches, cheese, sausage rolls, those types of easy picky food perfect for a hot day. I gulped down a big drink of water as I was hot and he laughed at me. 'I think this is the only time you willingly drink so much water without being reminded to do so.'
I giggled, 'It's hot daddy, I might dehydrate if I don't!'
'You will dehydrate in any weather if you don't drink water.' He scolded me. It had been a short while since I had last been spanked for not achieving my water goal, it was often a harsh punishment when I broke this rule as it was a basic life standard he expected from me. And also a reasonably sensible day to day thing to do. I just wasn't always sensible. I poured us both a cup of tea from the flask but I wasn't yet ready to drink mine. We talked whilst eating, daddy telling me some tit bits from his week at work and me about some things I had read in the news.
