Waiting

Morning.

You stretch out on the bed, languidly in the soft morning light. Naked and available, just as you should be around me.

Showing your aches and marks from a challenging night: spanked hard and with real stripes and signs of obedience and control shown. Shown with pride. Shown with delight.

A sigh turns into a squeak as I trace my hands and fingers over your body, reminding you of your place and devotion to me.

Moving the covers out of the way I part your legs, kiss you lightly and your vision blurs as I have what is mine, TOTALLY mine.