His Little Red Lily

She nodded. “Yes, next time you see one, show me. Then maybe I’ll believe you.”

“Deal.” Jesse sat up suddenly and flipped her over his lap. Lily shrieked as his hand came down hard and fast. She squirmed, but Jesse kept her pinned for a good twenty swats. When he finished, he ran his hand over her bottom. “More like a pink Lily,” he reported.

She burst out laughing, and he continued the smacks. “All right! I believe in red lilies!” she said, laughing and trying to wriggle off his lap.

He gave her four more smacks. “Good.”

They returned to lying down and cuddling. “Thanks so much for proving it,” she grumbled.

“You’re welcome, darlin’,” he said with a jovial lilt to his voice.

Lily sighed and closed her eyes, fully content and ready to burst with happiness. She fell asleep after hearing Jesse murmur in her ear, “I love you, my little red Lily. Sweet dreams.”



The End

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