I hear him come into the house and immediately pour his wine then set his plated dinner on the table. I've already eaten. Normally, we eat together like a regular couple, but not on maintenance night. On this night, every Tuesday, I choose to serve him. He comes into the dining room, kisses me and sits at the table to enjoy his dinner while I stand quietly behind him, ready to serve him anything else he may need, refill his wine, massage his shoulders. He finishes, thanks me, and I clear the table while he re-locates to the turned chair.
I come back into the room after loading the dishwasher and he pats his lap. I have also changed into more appropriate attire for my maintenance. I have taken off my simple dress but have left on my heels which are securely strapped to my ankles. He prefers this since he likes the way the heels make my legs look, but the straps keep them on my feet should I begin to kick.
I smile gratefully at him and position myself over his lap. He rubs the vitamin E only on my ass - which soothes the skin but also ensures that I will feel each blow administered. I brace my hands against the floor and close my eyes. The touch of his hand on my naked skin has already caused my heart to beat faster and my pussy to moisten. I hear him chuckle a bit and know that he is well aware of my excitement.
"You've been very good since your punishment has ended," he says.
"Thank you, Sir," I respond.
""Your strips from the caning have almost healed. Are you sure you want a full maintenance?" he asks.
"The choice is yours, but I'm willing to accept a full maintenance session if you so desire," I answer. "My punishment last weekend was well deserved. I overspent my allowance and flirted outrageously with that man at the diner."
