I waited and listened for her to come through the door. The hour was late for her usual return and I knew she had endured a rather difficult day at the office. When I heard her key in the door, and then it open and close, I waited a few minutes more before putting down my work and emerging from my study. When I entered the living room, I saw her kneeling by the door, her eyes closed and her head bowed, with her hands on her knees as she waited for me in silence.
I took the box down from the shelf and approached her. She did not look up, or move as I reached down and brushed her hair over one shoulder with my fingers. She was most beautiful and I stifled my desire to open my jeans and have her worship my now-throbbing cock.
“Welcome home,” I greeted her as I unbuckled the hasp that held her ‘Day Collar’ choker in place.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I could tell by the weariness in her voice that she had had a day and needed a moment to vent.
“Tell me about your day, My pet,” I encouraged, as I placed her ‘Evening Collar’ around her neck and secured the lock in place.
“May I sit in your lap, Sir?”
Who was I to to deny the woman I loved such an earnest and needed request.
“Of course, My love,” I said, as I took a seat in my evening chair.
She climbed up into my lap and buried her face in my neck as she told me about her day. I was right. It had been particularly rough, and though the details aren’t important to the story, the rest of our evening ritual is. I listened for the better part of the next hour as she recounted the events of her day. I held her close and slowly caressed her back and savored the sensation of her fluttering eyelashes against my neck every time she blinked.
“Are you ready?” I asked when she had finished and had sat quietly for the better part of five minutes still in my lap. She said nothing, but stood from lap and turned away. I leaned forward to unzip her skirt, for she knew what was to come next. I took in the sight before me, as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She then draped it over the side table and folded her skirt and placed it there too. She then lowered herself across my lap and slightly spread her legs, supporting herself with one foot on the floor.
I took my time caressing the silk stocking that clung to her leg. I then savored the sensation of the smooth flesh of her thigh. Her black-laced thong disappeared between her soft, succulent cheeks, and I slowly caressed her ass.
My hand fell heavy with the first swat, and she began to count. I struggled with the decision of whether or not to go easy tonight or give her a proper spanking. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew it was what she needed most.
I took my time and painted her ass a warm shade red, and soon, my hand was comfortably numb. Her tears had come and gone, though they left their trail down her face and were now drying on my thigh. I ran my hand slowly up and down her spine and then urged her to sit upright. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Thank you, Sir.” she said. “I really needed that.”
“I know, my pet. And that is why I am here. Now, come with me and get undressed while I draw you a bath. I’ll order in and after we eat, we will climb into bed and leave this day behind.”
