Epilogue

Ginny

I roll my neck, a sigh falling from my lips as the tension doesn't ease. It hasn't been this bad in years. Nothing really bothers me, or at least Mark never lets anything get to the point to bother me, but even he can't stop my mother.

It's been ten years since Mark claimed me as his on my birthday and I've only heard from her a handful of times. The last was five years ago when she showed up to Matthew's birthday party and tried to make a fuss. Mark and Dad got her out of there before she could upset the kids. Her eyes disgusted when she saw all four of them—well, four counting the one that was in my belly at the time.

They threatened her I'm guessing, which is why I haven't heard from her in all this time, but now here I am, getting ready to celebrate my twenty-eighth birthday and she's asking me to go out to Florida to meet her fiancé. Of course she'd contact me today of all days, trying to act all motherly.

It's been so nice without her in my life. Quiet—or as quiet as it can get with six boys. I gave up hope that I'd get to have a little girl to spoil after our fourth was a boy. I wouldn't have minded having one at all, but I would never give up any of my boys just to have one.

We never find out before they're here, which draws some questions from others, but we like the wait and the surprise of it. Maybe because we had to wait so long for each other and the surprise of how well our needs meshed.

I respond back to the message with a simple ‘no' then block the number, so she doesn't try to hound me. She's not ruining my birthday. We didn't let her ten years ago and we won't do it now either.

"What's wrong, angel?" Mark asks coming back into the house, and I grin because he's all alone. I swear that never happens. One of the boys always wants to come inside if he is and I lift a brow his way glancing at the door in question. "The boys are spending the night with their grandpa and new grandma—although they say she's too young to be their grandma."

I giggle at that because Mark and Dad find it amusing that the boys don't think either is too old or too young to be their dad or grandpa, but Dad's new wife is only seven years older than I am. Pam's great though. She has no issues with me being closer to her age than she is to Dad's and no issues with Mark being twenty-five years older than me.

She also lives out here, which is how she and Dad met to begin with. He came out to see the boys two years ago and saw her at the town fair, was instantly smitten although it took him six months to work up the nerve to ask her out, then a year after that to propose. She told him yes but only if he moved out here, something he was more than happy to do. They've been married five months now and the boys love going over to their house, spending the night to get some special time with their grandpa. They've never had all six overnight at the same time though so this might be interesting.

"Now, tell me, what's wrong, angel?" Mark adds, holding my gaze until I tell him about Mom's message and then me blocking her. "Good girl," he states, and shit, it still makes my nipples hard when he calls me that. "I think my girl needs a birthday treat. Something extra special to help her relax, don't you, angel?"

"Please," I sigh, laughing when he picks me up, carrying me outside towards the barn, and fuck, I'm so wet just thinking of playing with him.

We definitely don't get to nearly as much as we did before Matthew was born, or even before we had two kids. We'll occasionally play in the bedroom, but it's not to the degree we do when we're in the barn.

The farm is more like a zoo now with all of the animals we have, but Mark never complains about them. He gets out there with me and the boys—and the three farmhands that we employ—to help feed and water and groom them. The older boys even know how to milk the cows. We have so many now it's a bit crazy, but the boys love the fresh milk and homemade butter too much to stop getting new ones when our older girls are done producing. And I can't bear to sell them off because they can't produce milk anymore, so one of the hands does nothing but tend to our cows, while the other two help us with the rest of the menagerie.

It's late afternoon so I'm surprised to not see any of them as Mark carries me into the barn. Our playroom has expanded over the years and I'm pretty sure all three of our hands know what it's used for—at least on the surface, because Mark had it soundproofed and expanded when they added on the addition. It's probably a good thing he did it because the day after Mark and I had a little fun—normal fun and not our game fun thankfully—Jones couldn't quite meet my gaze, and I know he likely heard us. He didn't say a word then and still doesn't now, but normally Mark's a little more discreet when he brings me out here.

"Gonna fuck this pussy so hard, angel. Give you the best treat ever," Mark teases me as he shuts the door behind us, before pulling me down off his shoulder with ease, despite the extra thirty pounds now on my frame. Our boys put it on me, but Mark's never complained when it didn't come off. He still kisses every inch of my body, and I love it and him so much.

"My-my-my…someone's hungry," I tease as he locks the door, popping open the buttons of his shirt halfway showing off his still hard chest. Working around the farm has kept him in shape that's for damn sure. "Not worried about anyone seeing us come in here since the boys aren't home, huh?"

"Not worried because no one else is home," he says making my brow lift a bit. "I told the guys to take off early. That I had plans to spend the rest of the day celebrating my wife just the two of us."

"So we can really play?" I ask, hunger racing through me and he nods.

"Whatever you want, however long you want, angel. So what do you want? Or…do you want me to choose?" he adds when I hesitate. Our games have expanded over the years along with our playroom. We still occasionally go back to the dirty old man and his little farmgirl, but it's not the only one we get into when we're feeling really kinky. And right now, I think it's definitely something I need.

"You choose," I tell him, loving the little glint that slips into his eyes at my answer because somehow, he always knows exactly what I need most.

Mark slips to the armoire that has different outfits we sometimes add into the mix and my pussy absolutely floods when he pulls out a little button up cropped blouse and tiny little plaid skirt with matching lace socks. The top is completely sheer because he hates not being able to see my body even when we're playing and pink, while the plaid in the skirt has the same pink. The pink also matches the color of the diamonds in my necklace—which I only ever take off when having one of our babies—and my ring.

Outfits like it and little babydoll nighties became some of our favorite after we leaned into the whole little girl games further. He's still not my daddy, he's my Mark, my owner though, and I love when he calls me his little girl because I'm definitely not an eighteen-year-old any longer, but he still looks at me the same when we play. Well, he still looks at me like I'm his little girl all the time, but there's an added element to it when we play.

I quickly slip into the outfit, pulling on the little ankle socks with their bows and tie the matching ones around my hair in low pigtails. I don't go the little little girl route and Mark's never asked for it like that.

Mark comes back from the other room, his eyes darkening with hunger seeing me and I grin at the way he adjusts himself before holding out his hand for me. I follow him into the other space and almost moan seeing the chair out in the center of it. We've added some fun items over the years and the chair is definitely one I love. It's sturdy enough Mark can put me in any position he wants and it's perfect height for him to fuck any of my holes.

It's the rest of the set up that has my heart racing a bit. There's a table in front of the chair with a book, piece of paper, and pencil on it, and a shiver slides through me so ready for all of it.

Mark lifts me up onto the chair, giving me a grin before he nods towards the paper with a smirk, and I swear if there were panties to go with the outfit they'd disintegrate as warm flows straight through me seeing the words on it. The ‘Rules for Detention' make me hotter than ever, and I know he had this worked up after I told him about one of my old fantasies of him coming to the school unable to resist me another minute and fucking me on the nearest surface.

I skim over the no talking, no chewing gum—which I already was and do regularly, no phone use, no computer use, and no leaving rules, and stop on the last ones.

No arguing or refusing to do as you're told.

Corporal punishment will be utilized if students break any of these rules.

Instructor reserves the right to suspend any student that breaks these rules.

They tell me exactly what I'm supposed to do and play without the need for Mark to coach me on it. Honestly, it makes our games so much hotter when we can settle into them fully and just let go.

"Miss Ginny," he says coming up behind me as I pop my gum, trying not to giggle hearing him say my name like that. He absolutely refuses to use my maiden name even in our games.

"Yeah, Mr. Schiff?" I state, popping my gum again as I look back at him, twirling my hair which makes my tits shake beneath the sheer material.

"You are aware of the rules of detention, aren't you? You're in here enough that you should have them memorized by now."

"You can't make me follow some stupid rule that doesn't exist outside of here," I retort, loving the way his eyes darken further at my backtalking.

"Oh little girl, you've no idea what I can make you do," he growls, and shit, it makes me wet to hear it. "If I recall, one more suspension and you won't be eligible to graduate due to days missed."

"You can't suspend me for chewing gum," I snip, blowing a bubble for good measure as he leans closer. His hand grips my chin, pulling my mouth open and he reaches into my mouth, taking the gum which he tosses onto the paper while still holding my mouth open. "Hey…" I gurgle out as best as possible against his hold. "You can't do that."

"Watch me," he states, his fingers coming back up to my mouth, and he slides them into it, teasing them against my tongue as he pushes my mouth closed. "The only thing this mouth is good for is sucking…"

I jerk back from his hold, trying to spit his hand out as I glare at him. Then swat at him with my hands when he keeps hold of my with his fingers in my mouth, his thumb pushing up against my jaw tight, but not so much that it would truly hurt me, and my nipples tighten beneath the thin fabric. The buttons on the top pop open as I struggle, and he grabs my swinging hands with his free one, pushing them up over my head as he presses me back against the chair. A little more air hits my chest and know the top's slipped to reveal at least one breast completely.

Mark slips his knee between my thighs, using his leg and chest to keep me pushed back against the chair before he wraps a tie around my wrists and secures it to the top of the chair. All the while still holding my mouth and fuck it makes me hot.

" Tsk, tsk, tsk …just look at you. Weren't you already in detention for breaking dress code and now look at you. See what happens when you wear clothes that aren't appropriate, little girl?"

"Let me go," I grit out although it sounds more like ‘lat maa gow' which makes him smirk down at me.

"No, I think it's time you learned how to behave. What a good little girl does when she's instructed to," he teases, before pushing the top aside so my boobs come completely out after he releases my mouth.

"No…" I get out, scraping my tongue against my teeth as though trying to get rid of his taste. "Get away from me, you sick old man. How dare you…"

Mark's hand wraps around my throat, squeezing gently and I stutter quiet, as his face looms closer, his lips nearly touching mine which makes me want his kiss but it's too much fun to play and I don't want to break this soon. "What would your mommy say if she learns you won't graduate because you're suspended again ? That you got suspended for misbehaving in detention which you were in for breaking dress code for the tenth time? You've been showing this little body off to all the boys, teasing them with it thinking no one would do anything to make you behave. Don't worry, little girl, you'll make sure to be on your best behavior before I let you out of here today."

It floods me with warmth and as we take it deeper and deeper, literally as his he fucks me hard from behind, I can't stop from coming with a scream.

"That's right, come on this cock, show me what a good girl you can be," Mark crows in my ear as his hand wraps around my throat again. "Come so that pussy opens up good and lets me dump my cum straight into that empty womb of yours. Yeah, I think breeding your little girl pussy will finally teach you to behave, won't it?"

"No! No, don't you dare…I'm not on anything," I cry as every part of me is completely turned on. "You could get me pregnant…please don't. I'll be good, I promise. Just don't…"

"Too late, this hungry pussy belongs to me now and I'm going to fuck it full of a baby. Then next year when you misbehave and are back in my detention, I can suck all that milk out of your tits while I breed you again," he grunts, slamming into me, and I come as he goes off, flooding me with his delicious cum I usually end up drinking around this time of the month instead of feeling it inside me. I've never gone on birth control, we've just been careful when it's that time of the month because once my cycles have restarted, they've been clockwork regular.

A little whine falls as Mark pulls out of me, and he gives my hot ass a spank making me let out a little yelp. I have a love/hate relationship with the cane. I love it in the moment, but hate it the next day, especially if he spanks me in the same spots without his cock inside me giving me pleasure at the same time.

"I think you enjoyed your detention for once, didn't you, Miss Ginny?" he teases bringing his cock back around to my face. "Show me, clean me off so I don't go home to my wife with your pussy juice all over it."

"Eww…no, I won't…agg…" slips out as he pushes his cock into my mouth. It's semi-hard still and his hand presses against the back of my head holding me there until I've cleaned it.

"See, I knew you were lying about promising to be a good girl. I'll see you back here tomorrow for your next detention."

"But why?" I whine. "I only had one…"

"You broke the rules showing up wearing that slutty little girl outfit, thinking it would keep that pussy safe. That means another detention. Besides, I'll need to fill this pussy up more than once to make sure it's bred," he adds, giving me another spank before moving out of my sight and holy shit…it makes me hungry to have him all over again.

A minute later, a warm washcloth slips over my pussy, cleaning up the worst of the mess, before my arms and legs are free of the restraints and Mark presses a kiss to my neck, telling me we're definitely done with the game for today and I turn into his arms, grinning as I look up at him. "Did you mean it?"

"About breeding you again? Absolutely," he says lifting me until he slips into my pussy, fucking me gently as I shiver with hunger for it. "Your milk's dried up and I can't stand not getting my sweet treat from them while my cock's deep inside you. Christian is almost two and you're young enough to easily handle another pregnancy. Even with my big boys."

"Who knows, maybe I'll get my girl this time," I whisper into his ear, shaking as he comes hard with that, which sets off my own right behind his.

All of my tension has disappeared as we go to bed that night, and a couple weeks later, I slip the pregnancy test onto the table in front of Mark instead of his breakfast plate. Which ends up with me being his breakfast after all of the boys are finished and being watched over—or settled into the playroom as with the younger two. Christian will be two in July, while Tyler will be four in November and the playroom is a safe space for them to play in, even if not in my direct eyeline while their daddy and I have a little celebration.

Our oldest four gladly go outside to help Jones with the animals and I know Matthew who's now nine will keep an eye on Grady, who turned five the week before my birthday. Between them is Hutton, who will be eight in August, and Bradley, who turned six in March, and they both listen to Jones well, letting me enjoy the stolen little moment with Mark.

Dad isn't surprised when we tell them we're expecting another baby, but he is shocked when he and Pam bring the boys by to meet our newest baby to find our sweet Genevive Machelle in my arms rather than a little boy. I adore the way Mark looks at her, how gently he holds her as he shows her off to our boys, and when his eyes meet mine, I know I won't argue if he wants to repeat my birthday game from last year this one. I thought I was good with our six boys, but now, I think Genevive needs a sister to grow up with.

And a little over a year later, she gets one thanks to her daddy demanding I breed for him my entire birthday weekend. Our sweet Georgia Kay is the best addition to our family, and the look in Mark's eyes as he slips my necklace back around my neck, putting his ownership over me on me once more, I can tell he agrees with me entirely as usual.

"I love you, angel. Always such a good pet, aren't you?" he teases, dropping a kiss onto my lips that has me sighing happily in agreement.

"Just for you, Mark. Always you. Only you. Never wanted or loved anyone but you—and these amazing babies you've given me," I add because no way can I ignore them. No way would I want to either, especially with my mother completely out of my life after a warning from Mark that he'd destroy her if she ever bothered me again. He may not be my daddy, but he's my everything else, and that means keeping me safe and loving me however he deems best. I'll never complain about it though, because he's always right about what I need and takes care of me like a good owner does to prove just how much they love their sweet little pet.