7:05.
Shit, 5 minutes late.
I take a deep breath as I knock on your door. Wordlessly, you open it and gesture for me to come in.
"You know what this means" you say as a greeting.
I feel my face flush and look toward the floor to hide it. "Yes," I mumble, "I do."
"You have one minute to be on my bed and ready."
I rush to the bedroom and strip quickly; thankful I wore only a dress over my matching bra and thong. After moving the pillows and pulling my hair into a ponytail, I lay facedown and wait for you.
You make almost no noise as you shut the door behind you, but I know you're there looking at me, admiring what you see. I keep my head turned away to give you a moment. I hear you take a deep breath. "You're sure about this?"
"Yes." I respond, turning to you. "I need this."
Especially after the week I've had.
This will help the stress.
Another deep breath, "You know the rules. Five minutes. That means five spanks."
"Yes. I do," I say, barely finishing my sentence as the first lands square on my ass. Out of habit I count the five slaps, feeling some tension released with each one.
"Thank you," I whisper when you're finished, trying my best not to sound insincere. One more slap hits its mark. "I just love your ass," you shrug, answering the question on my face.
With a roll of my eyes I flop back down on the bed, earning yet another spank on my already stinging bottom. "That's for the attitude and rolling your eyes. Over." You help me with that order and suddenly I'm on my back. Before I can question it my arms are pulled above my head and you're tightening the cuffs attached to each corner of the bed.
You gently run your fingers down my arms and over my breasts, gently pinching the nipples. Kisses follow, moving down my stomach and across my hips. You plant a quick kiss on my clit, just enough to tease me.
Gently you run your fingers over my clit and opening, not providing enough pressure for more than a tease. I see you smile as I feel myself getting wet. "I love how reactive you are," you tell me, slowly sliding one finger in as I gasp. I feel your tongue on my clit as your finger moves, making me moan.
Just as I'm about to orgasm, you stop. "I forgot to tell you something. I'm always curious about how many times I make you cum, so I want you to count for me tonight."
Oh crap. It's so hard to think, let alone count, when I orgasm