Coming Home
That was a long day, surrounded by idiots and having to deal with challenging people.
I’m bushed.
Up the stairs to the apartment, only a few steps to go and I am tired, but I know that I will get a second wind when I see my Submissive.
I open the door and step inside: the smell of Dinner cooking hits me and I instantly feel better. I close the door behind me and see my Submissive exactly where I told he to be: kneeling down on the carpet, her forehead on the ground and her delicious bottom in the air. To her left is my Paddle and to her right is my Crop.
I tell her to remain very still and quiet, speaking only when I give permission. I stand there in silence which I know she finds exciting and which heightens her anticipation and nervousness.
I can hear her breathing as I step nearer, short and heavy with the weight of uncertainty: will Sir be kind or harsh, demanding and challenging? I can just sense the thoughts tumbling through her mind!
I pick up the Paddle and run its edge along her spine, starting with her neck and trace it all the way to the top of her bottom which is beautifully formed and aching for my attention. I hear a low gasp as I rest the Paddle on her, tapping that gorgeous skin lightly.
It all goes quiet as the Paddle rests on her, sitting down her back along her spine.
Anticipation is everything.
I pick up the crop and gently trace her shoulders with it, dancing along, faintly touching her soft, smooth skin. I run it down to her bottom which is still beautifully arched upwards as a show of her submission to me. I decide it is time to leave my mark on her as I smack her across her bottom crisply and then repeat on both cheeks: I see a nice red stripe developing as she struggles to not cry out, half in pleasure and half in pain, knowing that I expect a lot from her.
I tap the back of her legs and move them apart wider with the crop: she willingly obliges, wanting to please her Sir and wanting to show her Obedience.
I run the very tip of the crop along her pussy which O can now see is nicely pink and beautifully wet. The tip of the crop teases her bottom, something I will be fucking at bed time. The crop parts her lips and she asks if she can talk to me as the length of the crop rubs against her clit.
I tell her she can speak and she asks me if she can cum as the crop is driving her to distraction.
My decision is a firm NO! You can wait until later.
I put the crop on the floor and pick up the Paddle. She gasps in anticipation and silently waits for what she knows is coming next. I wait for 30 seconds which seems like a lifetime for her before delivering 10 medium hard spanks on both cheeks, each strike making her cry out but thanking me for every one of them.
I admire my work: nicely pink and warm with stripes from the crop.
I tell her to stand up and face me as I look into her eyes and gently kiss her, parting her fantastic legs as I trace the edge of her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness. A beautiful feeling, gently circling her clit.
I tell her that Dinner had better be good or there is some serious punishment to come.
I turn her around and guide her into the Kitchen.
It is time for Dinner and you are to be naked until I decide otherwise.