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Jeanie’s Unorthodox Weekly Reminder

Chapter 9: He Asks Her Father for Her Hand in Marriage

The next morning, Jeanie and Eddie both got up early at 5:00 a.m. An hour later, Eddie swung by the dorms and picked up Jeanie.

For the first four hours of the six-hour drive, Jeanie slept while Eddie thought about what he was going to say to Mr. Goodwin.

Eddie worried about the two enormous elephants that would be present in the room. The first elephant was that this engagement was very sudden. Jeanie and Eddie had only known each other for four weeks when they got engaged and they wanted to be married 12 weeks after that and that’s only about four months from the day they met to the day of the wedding. Eddie realized that was pretty quick on anybody’s timetable.

The second massive elephant was their age difference. Eddie was 17 years older than Jeanie—nearly twice her age. Most fathers would be okay with a 50-year-old daughter marrying a 67-year-old man, but a 20-year-old daughter marrying 37-year-old man? Maybe Mr. Goodwin will want us to wait 30 years, thought Eddie, until she’s 50 and I’m 67. If that’s what it takes, I’d wait 30 years for her because she’s the one and she’s worth it.

Jeanie and Eddie arrived a few minutes before noon. Jeanie made the introductions and then she and her mom hustled off to the kitchen leaving Mr. Goodwin and Eddie alone in the living room.

“Why don’t we go into my office,” suggested Mr. Goodwin.

“You have a lovely home here, Mr. Goodwin,” said Eddie, trying to break the ice with a little small talk.

“Oh, please, call me Earl. Mr. Goodwin was my father. I haven’t earned that title yet.”

For a few minutes. Earl and Eddie chatted about the weather and sports, and then, Eddie thought it was time to discuss the two pachyderms that were packed tightly in the room.

“Mr. Goodwin, I mean, Earl, I’d like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“Isn’t this rather sudden, Eddie? Didn’t you only meet at the beginning of the semester? You’ve only known each other for what – four weeks?”

“That’s true. But it’s just something we have both felt. We have really gotten to know each other so well in that short time.”

“When I gave Jeanie that written permission for someone to spank her, I worried it might lead to something like this so I guess it’s my own fault. After spanking a young girl’s bottom, a man’s bound to think he’s in love. But that’s not the only issue, Eddie. You are quite a bit older than Jeanie, aren’t you? Like 17 years older?”

This is going to be an uphill battle, thought Eddie. He cleared his throat and nodded his head in agreement.

“Yes, Earl, I’m 17 years older than Jeanie.”

“Edward, what if I said I’d give my permission but you had to wait to a few years until the age difference wasn’t such an issue, say like when she’s 50 and you’re 67?”

“As in, wait 30 years to marry her? That would be a very long time, but you know what? Jeanie would be worth the wait. Earl, I know it is quite sudden and I am quite a bit older than Jeanie.” Eddie paused, searching for words to explain the situation so it would make sense. Then he thought, honesty is the best policy. “Earl, have you seen The Godfather? Or better yet, read the book? If I could just tell you about…”

Shaking his head, Earl held up his hand to stop Eddie and Eddie thought the battle was over and he had lost.

“No need to explain, Eddie,” Earl said gruffly. “So, you had yourself a thunderbolt, and you think my daughter is your Apollonia. Is that what you think?”

Eddie stiffened with concern over Earl’s stern tone, and then held out his arms, palms toward Mr. Goodwin.

“Yes, sir. Guilty, as charged.”

In a gravelly voice, Mr. Goodwin croaked, “How can a man argue with a thunderbolt?” A smile snuck across Earl’s face. Then he laughed and in his regular voice, he continued. “Sorry, that’s not a very good impression of Don Corleone. I’m just having a little fun with you, Edward. Listen, I completely understand about the thunderbolt… and what about the two big issues? This all being very sudden and you being quite a bit older. You do know that Michael Corleone and Apollonia got engaged three weeks after they met and they were married two weeks later… And Michael was worried that she might think he was too old for her. He was probably in his 30s and she was only 17 or 18.”

“I love that story, Earl, but it is fiction.”

“Yes it is fiction, but I believe in thunderbolts. Jeanie told us about yours and hers on the phone last night along with a few other things about you. And, Edward, you don't need to worry. I can totally and practically perfectly relate to your situation.”

“How so, sir?” Eddied asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“The same thing happened to me, Edward. When I met Jeanie’s mother for the first time, I had a thunderbolt. Heart pounding out of my chest. Sweaty palms. Couldn’t think about anything but her. It was definitely a thunderbolt. Unlike any other girl I ever met and I met plenty of them in the two decades before I met Katie. Jeanie didn’t tell you that I am 18 years older than my wife Katie and she was just 18 when I met her, making me twice her age at the time?”

“Jeanie did NOT share that with me. That would have made this a little easier.”

“Easier, yes, but not as much fun for me. I have only one daughter and I wanted to have a little fun with my future son-in-law before giving him permission to marry my one-and-only daughter. She knew that and knew that I wanted to be the one to tell you that. It’s my story to tell not hers and she didn’t want to steal my thunder And I just couldn’t pass up the chance to have a little fun with my future son-in-law when he is asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“Well, you had me squirming a little there, Earl.”

“Now, Edward, you should also know that Katie’s parents were not so sure about me at first, probably because their daughter had just graduated from high school and we had only known each other six weeks when we got engaged, and then we got married at the end of the summer so we met and married in three months. Her parents eventually warmed up to me, but it took a few years for me to win them over. Don’t worry, Edward, you won’t have any such difficulties with Katie and me.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Eddie said, exhaling with relief.

“I understand from asking my daughter that you two have not had sexual intercourse.”

“No, sir,” gulped Eddie, a little surprised with Earl’s openness. “We are saving that for our wedding night.”

“Very good. As it should be. Another indication that you are the right man for my daughter. You may be surprised with my openness and candor, but it’s how we are in this family. As you know, Jeanie is a virgin. Now, at 37, I don’t think I should expect that you are.”

“Oh, but you should… and you can… and I am.”

“Well, then. Even better!” grinned Earl. “Now, I didn’t ask Jeanie about any other details, but knowing my daughter, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you two have had a little fun without going all the way, especially after I gave you written permission to spank and paddle my daughter’s bare bottom.”

The broad smile on Earl’s face told Eddie he was safe and that his future father-in-law accepted him fully into the family and that they had a common interest in some kinks, not that they would discuss them openly as son-in-law and father-in-law, but they had a common respect for each other.

“Well, without sharing details, sir, I guess I can admit that we have played around the infield a little, but, like I said, we are saving the home run for the wedding night.”

“Son,” said Mr. Goodwin as he grabbed Eddie and pulled him in for a hug and a slap on the back, “you can call me Dad, and like I said, you are a man after my own heart, and I’ll say, after my wife’s heart, as well. You are going to fit into this family just fine.”

They finished their manly hug with each of them smacking the other on the back. Then Earl pulled back and looked Eddie in the eye with all seriousness.

“Edward, without reservation Katie and I give you not only permission to marry Jeanie, but we also give you our full blessing and support. Love our daughter more each new day, more than you did the day before. Cherish her and treasure her and treat her like the angel she is and I know she will do the same for you. She won’t need to be reminded to do that, but I think you should still give her a regular ‘reminder’ anyway, like you did for her grades,” he said with a smile and a wink. “Oh, and if you haven’t tried it already, I suggest reversing your roles so she can give you a little reminder, too. Yes, I highly recommend that, too. And I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts, you already have.”

“Well, I’ll never tell,” replied Eddie with his own smile and a wink.

Mr. Goodwin laughed heartily as he smacked Eddie on the back. “That’s my boy. That’s my boy. And that’s my girl… errr… no. She was my little girl, but now she’s your girl.” Then he laughed again and Eddie laughed with him.

“So now you know that the ‘reminders’ apply to both your fiancé and to my wife!” Earl admitted. “Actually, and to both of us, as well!”

And they laughed even louder than before.

“What’s all this noise about?!” demanded Jeanie, as she and her mother bustled into the room. “We could hear you all the way in the kitchen.” She stared at them both and then added with a smile, “Mrs. Canfield from three doors down the street even called to ask about all the noise.”

Mr. Goodwin and Eddie looked at each other and burst into another fit of laughter.

“Alright now,” insisted Mrs. Goodwin with her most serious tone, “what has gotten into the two of you?”

Mr. Goodwin looked at his wife and his daughter and then back at his future son-in-law.

“I think,” he chuckled with another wink, “they both could use a good reminder about something—about anything—right now.”

With that he took his confused wife by the hand and led her to the master bedroom on the main floor. Just before he closed the door, he called out to Eddie, “And, Edward, after we give them a reminder, I think perhaps they ought to give us a reminder, too.”

Following his future father-in-law’s lead, Eddie took his confused fiancé by the hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom.

Within minutes both levels of the house were filled with the happy sound of bare hands slapping bare bottoms. Truly, the sounds were happy… and a bit horny, as well… a form of foreplay and a prelude to sex… soon to come… and soon to cum...

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THE END