It was the first time they'd been together when she'd been due on and feeling this bad, aching, anxious and with painful cramps, she'd tried to get him not to come over, but telling him she felt so unwell had been a mistake and he would hear no more from her. She hadn't wanted him to see her, she felt a mess and had scrambled to make herself presentable, a bath, washing her hair and putting on pretty pyjamas had made her feel better in herself.
He'd arrived an hour later, she hadn't heard him as he'd let himself in let himself in while she dried her hair and she'd jumped as he knocked on her bathroom door. "Not on the loo are you?" he enquired as he'd opened the door.
She'd flushed internally as responded with a "No! Hey! You could have waited for me to answer!"
The odd mixture boyish grin and iron eyes had fixed her as he strode in mug of lemon and ginger tea held before him, "Do you often use your hairdryer while you're on the loo?"
Half ready to be cross with him she'd laughed instead, gratefully accepting the proffered beverage, "Do you mind if I shower while you finish?" He asked, though he was undressing before she had the chance to reply. It struck her again how comfortable he was with his body, though, and this struck her even more, with his body he had good reason not to feel the slightest self conscious, he stepped into the shower moving lightly despite his mass and in a moment water was cascading over his smooth skin and steam rising around heavy muscles. She liked to watch him, if she'd felt well she might have got in with him.
He smiled as he emerged and caught her eyes on him making no effort to cover himself as he towelled.
"Your bum is so peachy."
He'd laughed, "Thanks, yours is spankable." He replied with a wicked look.
"It's got a good surface area", she felt self conscious of her curves though in truth since they'd been together she'd worked hard and was now quite proud of her body when she didn't stop to think about it.
His response was a stern look.
"Isn't that a good thing sir?" She continued, though she always felt unsure in the face of that look.
"Turn," he used one of the words that meant she was in trouble.
Kate Lloyd: Yes sir." She agreed, "But why?" She demanded, her moodiness rising again.
He'd raised his finger to her lips, "Turn now, and I shall explain."
She lowered her defiant eyes, "Yes sir." She responded meekly, and turned
"Kneel facing the stool and mirror please."
"Yes sir." Her lips responded out of habit, and so did her knees, but once in position her back had stiffened, this wasn't how she wanted to be right now, a tear began to well in her eye, this was unfair of him.
"Prop your elbows on the stool please." She could now see her reflection in the mirror and his, with him still naked behind her now - though no longer smiling or stern as he looked down on her. "Now, close your eyes." And with that he stepped out of the bathroom.
She heard him depart and, railed internally, she did not want to be spanked or beaten while she felt like this, it had only been a joke, but she was certain that for all her mind's rebellion were her fingers or his to investigate her body's response they would find her soaking.
He returned a minute later and without pause or permission lifted her dressing gown and lowered her pyjama bottoms exposing the skin of her bum still pink from her bath. "Please open your eyes and spread your knees further young lady".
