Stacey's pov

The next morning I went to Shane's room and obediently sat in the chair by his door at 7:00am on the dot. After ignoring me for five minutes while doing paperwork, Shane finally summoned me to his desk.

"Mike and I spoke on the phone last night about the best way to handle the remainder of your suspension and we've decided to forego your ten minute morning spanking today and tomorrow for a less intense punishment."

Shane has my undivided attention upon hearing the best possible news I could have imagined.

"You will not leave my sight for the next forty-eight hours except for a ten minute shower each morning and five minute bathroom breaks, which I'll allow every four hours. Today and tomorrow you will be spending the day with me at work where you will complete any and all tasks I or any other staff member assign to you. If at any point I or any other adult deem your attitude or behavior to be unacceptable, you will be spanked immediately. There will be no warnings, no second chances, and no leniency. Am I clear?"

Shane is all business right now so I know his edicts do not contain any wiggle room.

"Yes sir." I'm willing to agree to anything that keeps me from another two rounds of ten minutes of pain, courtesy of Shane.

"The only activity you will be allowed to do without asking my express permission first will be schoolwork. At night you'll sleep here in my room in a sleeping bag on the floor and your bedtime will be 7pm, not a minute later. Understood?"

"Uh, yes sir, I understand." I hesitated slightly before responding because I'm starting to think the ten minute spanking would be the less painful punishment, although my butt is killing me right now. The only reason I'm able to sit at all is thanks to a bottle of leftover Solarcaine from last summer's tanning sessions.

"You have ten minutes to shower, dress, and meet me in the parking lot before we leave for work. Get moving, Stacey," Shane commanded sternly.

Why do I have a feeling these are going to be the longest forty-eight hours of my life?

Shane's office at the Foundation

Stacey's pov

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough work to keep me busy at the Foundation so I spent the majority of my time alternating between pretending to study and sitting around doing nothing.

Shane caught on quickly to the fact that I wasn't using my time wisely and put a stop to it even quicker with ten harsh slaps to my bottom. After that, I spent the rest of my time in his office actually doing homework and reading the book currently assigned in my English class. Shane was kind enough to let me stand or lie on my stomach when I needed to give my sore backside a break from being sat upon.

Since Dr. Curtis was in Boston with Mike, the atmosphere at the Foundation was fairly stress-free and Shane remained relatively relaxed while I was there. We had a nice lunch together but afterward I became bored rather quickly just watching Shane work so I passed the time by asking him endless questions about anything and everything he was doing. Just prior to losing his patience and his sanity, Shane sent me to help out Mrs. Curtis with her administrative duties.

Mrs. Curtis didn't have a lot of work with her husband being out of town so we had some girl time while sipping tea instead. She's so easy to talk to. It was really nice to open up to her about my feelings regarding my suspension and Shane's punishment. The time passed so quickly, I couldn't believe it when Shane came in and said it was time to go home.

After dinner with my cousin and sisters, I grabbed my sleeping bag and followed Shane to his room. During my last bathroom break before bedtime, I reflected on my day while brushing my teeth and changing into pajamas.

Before retiring for the night at the ridiculous hour of 7pm, I asked Shane, "May I have permission to hug you before I go to bed?"

Shane's pov

Looking up from the papers I was sorting for tomorrow's workday, I asked her to repeat herself. "What did you say?" I know I couldn't have possibly heard Stacey correctly. It sounded like she asked...

"May I have permission to hug you before I go to bed?" she repeated, confirming I had indeed heard her correctly the first time.

Literally feeling my heart ache, I immediately stood and wrapped her in my arms as I whispered in her ear, "You don't ever have to ask permission for that, luv." I held onto Stacey, not wanting to break the embrace.

"I know today was part of my punishment but I kinda liked being able to spend so much time with you, Shane." Stacey squeezed me a little tighter.

Brushing her hair aside, I could see her cheeks flush with embarrassment upon sharing her feelings with me.

"I'm glad, beautiful girl, because the truth is every second I get to spend with you, whether you're being punished or not, is truly a gift. I love you, Stacey. Please don't ever doubt that. Mike and I only discipline you girls because we love you."

"I love you too, gov'nor." Stacey sighed as she laid her head against my shoulder.

The next day with Stacey didn't go quite as smoothly but I would still count it as a win, despite having to take her over my knee in my office. I chalked up her mini temper tantrum before lunch to hunger and frustration but I still couldn't let it go unanswered.

She was making some copies down the hall when the printer jammed and instead of calmly finding the source of the blockage, she decided to take the Office Space approach.

After slamming the paper tray shut, she yelled, "ARGGGHHH!" and kicked the printer hard enough to break off a piece of the bottom drawer. "DAMMIT. MOTHER FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT, SON OF A BIT..."

"STACEY MARIE!" I yelled from the doorway, interrupting her profane tirade. "MY OFFICE NOW!"

Dragging her down the hall, I slammed the door behind us and without releasing my not so gentle grip on her wrist, asked, "What in the world do you think you're doing, acting like that where I work?"

Receiving only a defiant look as an answer, I decided to finish the conversation while simultaneously giving Stacey an entirely different view of the situation, a close up of my office floor. Pulling her over my lap and lifting her skirt, I started spanking her hard and fast. It didn't take long to hear contrition in her voice, which wasn't surprising, seeing as she was still sore from our ten minute disciplinary session that took place just two days ago.

"Shane, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper and kick the printer," Stacey repented, tears filling her eyes as I patted her sore bum.

"And what about the profanity, young lady? Are you sorry about that, or do I need to remove my belt?" I questioned, as I delivered two hard swats to her left butt cheek.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry about swearing. Please don't take your belt off, Shane, I really am sorry," Stacey pleaded.

"You're going to continue to work here on weekends until you earn enough money to pay off the repairs for that printer. Am I clear?" My tone made it very evident to Stacey that there was only one acceptable response to my question, which thankfully, she delivered.

"Yes sir," Stacey said sadly, resigned to her fate.

"Good." I lifted her off my lap, swatted her one more time, and suggested, "Let's go to lunch. Ok?"

Thankfully, Stacey finished out the remainder of the day without anymore drama. After "tucking" her into her sleeping bag and kissing her goodnight, I couldn't help thinking, I'm going to miss spending so much time with Stacey now that her punishment is over.

Three days later

Mike's pov

Yesterday, Shane, the girls, and I had a special family session with Dr. Evans. I'm going to introduce the girls to my current boyfriend tomorrow and I wanted to get all their questions and concerns regarding my sexual orientation dealt with ahead of time.

I wasn't too surprised that the girls were largely unaffected by my news. Shane and I have raised them not to judge others based on age, the color of their skin, where they worship, where they're from, what they do for a living, what constitutes a family, or what their preferences are in the bedroom behind closed doors.

Those last two caveats started as a very generic basic discussion about what constitutes a family. Like how some people have a mommy and a daddy, some people have a mommy or a daddy, some people have two mommies, some people have two daddies and some families like ours don't fit into any of those categories. As the years went by and the girls started having more questions, the discussions became a little more graphic regarding sexual preferences and practices but we always tried to keep them age appropriate and non-judgmental.

Today, I've decided to introduce the girls to my boyfriend, hopefully soon to be fiance. Before yesterday, I had never discussed my sexual orientation with the girls as I've never seen it as being relevant. I personally don't like to use labels but I guess I'd be considered bisexual as I'm sexually attracted to both men and women. The human body is truly a work of art in my opinion. Anatomy has always been a subject I've found fascinating. It's probably one of the main reasons I became a surgeon.

Thankfully, the girls are growing up in a time where LGBTQ is not a frightening nor foreign concept like it was in my parent's generation. I was lucky though, my parents were very open-minded. My father always preached acceptance and love, believing everyone is guilty of sinning and henceforth equally unworthy of God's grace, therefore all who repent and believe are welcome in Heaven.

I'm not naive enough to believe there isn't still a stigma attached to these labels or that members of the LGBTQ community no longer face harassment or discrimination at home, school, the workplace, or society in general but at least our children are being brought up in a time where awareness is taught and acceptance is becoming more prevalent. We still have a long way to go until all people are granted the same basic rights and freedoms regardless of sexual orientation, gender, race, or religion but at least we're moving in the right direction, for the most part.

I never really came out to my parents as being bisexual before they passed away. I didn't date much in highschool and by the time I got to college, I figured my sex life was really none of their business. I've only loved one woman in my life and now Tristan is the only man I've ever loved. If my parents were still alive, I'd certainly want them to meet the man I want to marry and I have no doubt they would've welcomed Tristan into the family with open arms.

I've told my sister Janet all about Tristan. They haven't had the opportunity to meet yet but they've spoken on the phone a few times. My baby sister is very happy I found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. She's really looking forward to standing up in our wedding someday.

After seeing how poorly the girls reacted to Shane dating Kimberly, I wanted to delay introducing them to Tristan for as long as possible. I don't know what I would do if they didn't like or accept him. Besides, we have no intention of moving in together until we're married and that's not going to happen until the girls are out of highschool. They will always be my number one priority and I have to do what's best for them. Tristan, Shane and I all agree that what's best for them is having Shane and I continue to raise them here at the NJC until they're off on their own.

The girls' room

Stacey's pov

After leaving the PG rated session with Dr. Evans, we decided to have a girls only PG-13 version in our room.

"You know, with Mike switch-hitting for both teams, I would think he'd have twice as many opportunities to get laid." I speak what's on everyone's mind, well almost everyone.

"Oh my gosh, Stacey! What is wrong with you?" Carrie's truly appalled by my assessment which is based on sound mathematical principles, I might add.

"Yeah, why is he so uptight all the time if he can literally like bang anyone walkin' down the street?"

Lisa is perplexed as well.

"Lisa! You too?" Carrie can't believe her ears.

"Well, he hasn't mellowed yet if he's been stickin' it to Tristan, or vice versa," Julie points out.

"Tell me about it," I say, agreeing with my cousin.

"That's it, I give up. You're all going to Hell, I hope you know." Carrie's given up on saving our souls.

We all laugh.

"Please don't abandon hope, sister Carrie, save us," I say dramatically, pretending to faint. The four of us continue to goof around until Mike comes to get us.

Lisa's pov

"Girls, I'd like to introduce you to someone very important in my life." Mike smiles as he gestures to the handsome guy to his left.

We all stare at the man standing somewhat awkwardly next to Mike. He didn't mention the obvious age difference. Tristan appears to be quite a bit younger than our fine surgeon.

"This is Tristan. Tristan, meet Stacey, Julie, Lisa and Carrie and you already know Shane of course." Mike is beaming.

He points us all out to Tristan, a man who seems extremely important to Mike, yet we have literally never heard one word about him until this very moment. After we all exchange the usual pleasantries, I start off the round of uncomfortable questions.

"So, Tristan, where did you and Mike hook up? I mean meet?"

"We actually met in Africa through Doctors Without Borders, Lisa, and we've worked together many times since." Tristan smiled shyly at Mike.

"So, Mike, were all those trips to Africa actually intercontinental booty calls for pleasure, not business?" Stacey's really enjoying giving Mike a hard time about his sex life since this is her first opportunity to do so.

Shane smacked Stacey's behind, saying, "Watch yourself. That was inappropriate."

"Ow!" Stacey responded, until Shane gave her a stern look, after which she apologized, "I'm sorry, Mike and Tristan, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"If you thought that was inappropriate, you certainly don't want to hear my comment." Julie winks at Tristan with a mischievous grin on her face.

"JULIE!" Mike and Shane simultaneously shout, warning their second oldest not to continue her train of thought.

"Relax," Julie says, in an effort to assuage their fears. "I was just going to say, Mike, you have a new twink..." Julie coughs, "sorry twink..." Julie coughs again, trying to clear her throat, "twink... (Julie gets the death stare from Mike) ...le, excuse me (Julie pounds on her sternum pretending to clear the non-existent obstruction blocking her voice) twinkle in your eyes since you started dating Tristan. Just how long have the two of you been dating? And, Tristan, exactly what are your intentions with the good doctor?"

"Alright, that's it. This meeting is adjourned," Mike says, ushering his boyfriend toward the door. "I'm sorry, Tristan, I should have known better than to subject you to this interrogation."

Julie just shrugs her shoulders.

Stacey yells after them, "Was it something we said?" as Mike and Tristan leave for their date. We all giggle as we head back to our room.

Shane stops us, saying, "The four of you should be ashamed of yourselves." He looks at Carrie, smiles and wraps his arm around her shoulder. "Well, the three of you anyway. Mike really likes Tristan and you embarrassed the two of them."

Shane's not actually mad, he just doesn't want us to give Mike and Tristan a hard time.

"It's his own fault for bringing him here, Shane. You should know that better than anyone, he's fair game now."

Back in the girls' room

Lisa's pov

"So what do you think of Tristan?" Carrie asks me and my sisters, as we sit on the floor in a circle to spill the tea.

Pretending to give Carrie's question careful consideration as she strokes her chin, Julie responds, "Well, if I had to guess, I would say Tristan bottoms and Mike tops."

"Eww gross, that's not what I meant." Carrie makes a disgusted face as the three of us laugh.

"I would think Mike's the dom and Tristan's the sub but I could be wrong." Stacey further embarrasses Carrie.

"Oh, for sure," I say. "Mike's definitely the daddy and Tristan's the twink."

"You're all so disgusting. How can you think of them like that?" Carrie's grossed out by our crude references.

"Why, because Tristan's gay and Mike's bisexual? That's homophobic, Carrie. I can't even believe you're so closed-minded." Stacey pretends to be highly offended, knowing full well Carrie is far from homophobic.

"No! Not because they're gay, because Mike's like our father. Come on, you know what I mean," Carrie whines at us.

"I expected more from you, Carrie. That kind of discrimination is just wrong." Julie continues joking around by giving Carrie a hard time.

"Huh, in this day and age you just don't expect that kind of intolerance from young adults." I join in on the teasing.

"Come on you guys, I'm serious. Do you like Tristan?" Carrie tries to steer the conversation back to her original intention.

"Shit yeah! He's smokin' hot." Stacey licks her lips.

"Yeah, he's one fine honey," I say, while making crude gestures as I thrust my hips and moan.

"Anybody think there's a chance Tristan's bi as well?" Julie asks hopefully.

"UGGHH, I give up." Carrie throws her hands up in defeat. "You guys are impossible." She gets up and heads for the door, ready to walk out.

"Come on, Carrie, don't go," I say in a whiny tone. "We're just goofing around."

"Seriously, we don't even really know Tristan but I'm sure Mike will remedy that with an uncomfortable family dinner," I say, answering Carrie's original question.

Mike and Tristan's date at the restaurant

Mike's pov

I know it would be a long engagement period for us since the girls still have three more years of highschool but I don't want to wait any longer to make a commitment to Tristan. Hopefully, he'll understand and be willing to postpone marriage until after the girls graduate.

Kneeling down next to our table, offering the titanium ring in my hand, I ask, "Tristan Elliot Jameson, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?" I'm suddenly very nervous anticipating his response.

"Dr. Michael David Horton, I love you with all my heart and I cannot wait to become your husband. My answer is of course yes, a million times yes, I will marry you."

I place the ring on Tristan's finger then we share a passionate kiss. I can't keep my hands off this man. Starting at his beautiful face, they quickly roam south across his toned back, finding their way down to his sexy tight ass.

"Let's take this to your place," I whisper seductively in his ear.