Chapter 62 His Love

Chapter 62 His Love
Before I knew it, my legs had carried me over to the stairs, and then I went plummeting headlong down toward the safety of the Kent family beach, my one sanctuary throughout my long ordeal living on the estate.
I lost one shoe and then the other on my race down to the sand, and then I went dashing toward the waves, praying that they’d drag me under and put me out of my misery. But my enormous dress got bogged down in the water, leaving me kneeling there, feeling like a half-drowned rat.
I tried to tear myself free of the dress, but I got caught up in all the lace and finery. Just then, I heard a shout, and I looked up to see Jack at the top of the stairs. “Wait, Alice! I’m coming for you!”
It was too little too late, and I felt my fury swell inside of me as I watched him dash down the stairs two at a time. He’d let his own father ruin his wedding day, so what did he think he was going to do now? Give me a kiss, and then everything would be all right?
But I never got a chance to vent my anger as Jack tripped right before he reached the bottom and went flying face-first onto the sand. I expected him to get up and brush himself off, but he just lay there, and I could see a bright spot of red near his face that made me sick to my stomach, so I looked away.
The next thing I knew, I heard a loud moan, and I saw Malcolm at the top of the stairs. I wanted to turn and flee, but there was nowhere for me to go, so I watched with horror as he came limping down the stairs until he reached Jack. Malcolm then fell to his knees and cradled his son in his arms, letting out a keening wail that sent a shiver down my spine.
For a long moment, I remained motionless, waiting to see what he would do. A thousand different explanations popped into my head, but I kept my mouth shut, not sure if I was looking at Malcolm, the stepfather I once knew, or Malcolm the escaped mental patient.
“My sweet, foolish boy,” said Malcolm, giving Jack a kiss on the forehead before gently laying him back on the sand.
Malcolm then stood up and started walking over to me, a strange light in his eyes. In a panic, I turned around, seeking some escape, but I was still entangled in my dress.
“You did this!” I heard Malcolm growl, and then his arms were around me, his grip painfully tight.
“Malcolm, no! It’s not what you...” I said, but then he clamped one hand over my mouth, preventing me from finishing my sentence.
Malcolm then used his incredible strength to push my head down until it was underwater. I struggled as hard as I could, but I just could not break free.
As I frantically held my breath in a last-ditch effort to hang on, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes, starting with my daddy holding my hand as he took me to my first day of preschool right up until the moment when I got the call from my cousin that my mother was dating a billionaire.
Just when my lungs were about to burst, Malcolm yanked my head back, and I took in huge lungfuls of air. I was so focused on getting that sweet, sweet oxygen into my lungs that I scarcely noticed that Malcolm was ripping off my sodden dress until I was completely naked.
Before I could say a word, he crouched down on the shore and bent me over his lap, delivering one stinging blow after another to my bare backside. I began moaning and crying from the pain, but a tiny part of me felt relieved.
For so long, I had been left on my own to organize everything and make sure everything got done correctly, and it felt wonderfully freeing to hand over the reigns to a man who knew what he was doing.
Pretty soon, my swirling emotions began to transform into arousal, and I felt myself squirming with eager anticipation for the next time Malcolm’s hand would strike my bottom.
I think Malcolm felt the same way because I began detecting a bulge pushing against my mid-section, although it was hard to tell with waves crashing over me in between blows.
Yet right when I was about to ascend to my celestial climax, something came undone inside of me. Even as Malcolm continued spanking me, I let out what felt like the world’s longest fart. It was all so disgusting and humiliating that I wanted to curl up and die, but it just kept going on and on until finally I was depleted, leaving me completely spent.
At long last, Malcolm rolled me over and off of his lap. A bit of water got in my mouth, causing me to cough and splutter. When I sat up, I noted that something had changed, and when I clutched my belly, I was shocked to discover it was flat once again. I felt light and clean, almost as if I’d been reborn, even if my behind was still quite tender from all the punishment I’d received.
Had I just given birth? No, that was impossible. There was nothing coming out from between my legs, and I hadn’t gone through all the pushing and straining that my mother had coached me on. So what had happened, then? Had I dreamed the whole thing? Was I back in my mind, and this was all a dream caused by pre-wedding jitters?
I looked over and saw that I was still sprawled out on the Kent family beach, and Malcolm was still standing there. A couple of paramedics were hurrying down the stairs, and I saw them rush over to where Jack lay motionless on the sand. Malcolm, for his part, just stood there and watched as they strapped him onto a stretcher and then carefully carried him back up to the estate.
When it was just the two of us alone, Malcolm turned to face me, a burning light in those handsome blue eyes of his.
“From now on, you will do exactly as I say,” said Malcolm. “Are we clear?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, but then I remembered my line. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good,” said Malcolm, a warm smile on his face as he extended one hand to help me to my feet.
Malcolm then wrapped me up in a bearhug and I threw myself into his embrace, my heart swelling as I was suffused with his wonderfully masculine smell once again. For so long, I had felt as though I had been wandering in the wilderness alone, and now, at long last, I was home.
Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who was excited to be reunited as there was a firm presence poking me in my belly. I snaked one hand down and gripped his shaft, letting out a moan of excitement.
Malcolm remained stock still with his arms around me as I tugged on his cock, and I grinned to myself when I felt the first hot splash of cum land on my leg.
Yes, my stepdaddy was back, and all of my anxieties and problems melted away. I didn’t know what was to become of my future, but the one thing I was certain of was that I would never disobey Malcolm ever again.
Well, I might act up once in a while, if only to assure myself of his love. After all, a naughty girl like me still needs a spanking now and then, don’t you think?
THE END