From Sir to u

Aftercare is so important. I've heard about it, read about it over and over in generic terms.  I understand the concept and got the concept down.  However, I didn't really understand aftercare until one day.  I was with the Brat enjoying an incredible session. Brat was on my bed, her gorgeous brown, bare ass with smooth skin facing me as she was face down on my bed. I was spanking her with my bare hand. Enjoying her reaction with each loud smack as her ass slowly started to give off a red glow. The Brat would grab the sheets, as she enjoyed each moment of the spanking from the sounds coming from her.

After the last spanking, she got up and looked at me.  I had not seen that look before but I knew its significance.  I immediately took her in with my arms and held her.  This was the aftercare I read about.  This is why it was so important to hold and comfort her.  No words, just hold her tight and let her now all would be ok, but with no words.  Later, she asked, how did you know? How did you know I needed to be held?  I really didn't know just a reaction, a sense, that she needed it and actually so did I.  It re-emphasized to me something I never forget: Aftercare is so important, don't forget it. 

When was the last time you provided or received aftercare?  What kind of aftercare was provided or received?

At first, you may not think something so innocent as watching someone sleeping would be so erotic. I sure did not. Even from miles away on zoom, how could it be. Her husband was away. It was summertime, and she contacted me to Zoom. We chatted playfully, but she was tired. She made the offer and I accepted thinking nothing more of it. She adjusted the pillow under her head and laid down on her side. Watching the good girl lay down on her bed caused my feelings to stir. As she laid her head down, she looked up at me one more time, and closed her eyes to fall asleep.

I was supposed be completing my daily work and at the same time I was able to watch and share space virtually. It was supposed to be easy. However, as I watched, I began to desire, to lust after this amazing beauty in front of me. Sexy, fit and intelligent, she was everything I desire all in one. Thoughts in my head of how I wished I was beside her, but that could not happen at this time. How I wanted to bind her to my bed. Take all of her senses captive. Spank her, use her for my pleasing and hear her scream, scream my name; Sir. There she was. Her gorgeous dark, smooth skin before me. I could not do work. I just watched in lust instead. It seems like just a few minutes, but it was longer. Upon her eyes opening, she looked and smiled knowing that I was still there. I could tell by that look she knew my desire for her had grown. Oh how I enjoyed watching the good girl sleep.

Have you ever watched that special one sleep? How did it make you feel? Did you enjoy how vulnerable they were as they slept?  What were you thinking as they laid before you?