When Cainan got back from the store with Daniel, he wanted to pick up where he had left off with Jasmin, but she had other ideas, and she asked if he had ever spanked any of his previous sexual partners before. Cainan of course was new to the whole idea, once or twice he had heard Laré go on about how Rogue had a thing for whips, ropes and spanking and he never put much mind to it, but when Jasmin suggested it to him last night, he couldn’t say no. He obliged, and they had an intense make-out section, getting rid of almost all her clothes and when they pulled apart, their need for each other was already at an insane level. She then moved to get down on all fours before him and told him to hit her butt. Her request and hesitation took him aback. The last thing he wanted to do was hit her. That would cause her pain, which was not what he wanted, especially in her condition but it seemed the only one concern about that was him. “Go on, I want you

The date set at The Blue Restaurant & Grill, where Cainan had made reservations for them. He had called it a surprise earlier because he knew Jasmin was still not going to know the place, even if he had told her. It was best to bring her over himself.  He had left her to use their room after he got dressed in a sky-blue, long sleeve polo and black trousers and gave her only thirty minutes to be done with getting ready. When she finally stepped out of the bedroom at six thirty p.m., he was dumbstruck at the image of her before him.  She was in a red cocktail dress, a navy blue reefer jacket on top of it and a pair of the red three-inch, peel-toe heels. Her shiny red hair was in a neat bun and they could see a touch of makeup on her face and she topped it off with red lipstick. It took all Cainan's strength to not reach for her and kiss her. Ada and Lisa were downstairs with Cainan, and on seeing Jasmin, they dramatically gushed over her o

Together stepped out of the restaurant, into the street and towards the park where their car parked, their hands entwined in each other’s and each step was a slow and steady process. The chilly wind of the night blew, and Jasmin felt chills even in her reefer jacket. She’s still not accustomed to the weather. The chilly night didn’t affect Cainan, and if it did, he did little to show it.  As they approached the park, they saw a few young boys around eight to ten years of age running around, playing with snowballs and throwing them at each other. One of the little boys threw a snowball at another, but his aim was higher and it flew past him, smashing against Jasmin’s face and the surprise sent her off her feet.  With her eyes closed, she gave herself three seconds for her body to hit the cold ground, but gravity stood still even after three seconds passed. She finally cracked an eye open and through her snowed covered glass, sh

Cainan woke Jasmin up at the early hours of the morning with a soft “Merry Christmas, sweetheart” in her ears before kissing her neck.  They had gone to bed at almost midnight last night and so her eyes stung as she peeled them open at his words and when she asked him what time it was; he replied four a.m.  She shifted around to face him with her eyes dimmed and she cupped his face in her hands, asking him why he was even awake. He told her he had woken up to ease himself and lost his sleep afterwards and when she inquired if he wanted to be cuddled, he eagerly nodded. She wrapped her small arms around him, and kissed his hair, mumbling “Merry Christmas, Cainan,” to him in return and not so long after, her eyes closed.  When they opened again, it was seven a.m. and Cainan was already awake. She asked if he had any sleep and he said yes, adding that her arms around him helped a lot and thanked her with a kiss on her forehe

Lisa was setting up lunch at the dining table when Jasmin stepped in and requested to help, but Lisa insisted she was good and had it all under control. Jasmin, regardless, would not take Lisa’s usual advice to do nothing, and she stepped into the kitchen with her.  “There are still a few things to be set, I can tell.” Lisa dropped the kettle from the cooker and poured the hot water into a glass jog sitting on the tray on the kitchen island.  “Well, the maids are on break and I told mom I could handle it. You helping me wouldn’t be me handling it now, will it?” once emptied, she returned the kettle to the already turned off cooker.  “Sometimes we need a little help.” Jasmin insisted, and Lisa turned to her.  “Okay,” Lisa brought out the tea bags and set them on the tray beside the jug, “please take this to the dining table, be careful.” She picked up the tray and handed it over to her.  J