“I want to give you something to remind you of what we have and what we stand for while our guests are here this week. Go bend over the end of the bed”.
I buried my face into to the sheets breathing deeply, steadying myself, anticipating, a sheen of sweat already building on my palms. He pulled my panties down and let them fall to my ankles. And I waited.
He began with a soft tap, his cane gently kissed my thighs, slowly moving upwards to my cheeks. I moaned into the covers. Then he grew more forceful in his efforts and I began to scream out loud. I twitched and shuffled slightly out of position.
“You’re alright, you’re alright. You’re doing so well!”.
He stroked my cheeks, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It started again. Gently at first and then harder and harder until I was crying out. He put his hand on my back to steady me whispering words of encouragement, rubbing my back and bottom softly. I calmed and got back into position.
“Only a few more”.
Then three hard whacks. I breathed through them bravely, pushing the air out of my lungs forcefully on the last one before relaxing into the mattress, relieved and satisfied. He gathered me into his arms, mumbling in my ear.
“blue you did good. I love you”.
I thanked him as I always do and he groaned into my hair, reciprocating my feelings. Standing, I pulled my panties up and swiped a finger between my lips to feel the wetness there, devilishly grinning at him as I sucked it into my mouth.
Later, as I was getting dressed, I gazed at the marks that would help carry me through the craziness of next few days.
“I’m going to run my errands. Send me a pic of those in an hour”.
I smiled at him, “Yes, Sir!”.