There was a box on the table. She had a long day at work and came home to find this beautiful box on the table. It wasn't just a box though, it had Little Mermaid wrapping paper on it with a sparkly teal bow on top.
"Babe, did I forget about your niece's birthday?" she shouted to wherever He was in the house.
Soft steps came from behind her just as his arms wrapped around her waist. The scent of his cologne enveloped her. The scruff from his beard brushed the side of her face. Her head turned to him, and he saw the anxiousness in the way her eyes widened. Wanting to put that worry to rest immediately, he kissed her cheek softly and murmured, "No baby, that present is for You. You've had a bad week at work, and I saw something today that I wanted to get to help you relax."
Color filled her cheeks realizing the possibilities that might lie inside that box. There had to be a reason he wrapped it up for her right? And in her Little Mermaid paper, no less? She went to go get the box and open it, but his arms tightened around her.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh Little One. You need to relax first before you get into that box. Go to our room and strip." He gave her ass a little encouragement spank as she hurried off to their room.
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He perused her body and saw the tension from the week. Her shoulders were rigid. Her skin a little pale. It was her face that did him in though. There was so much wanting in her eyes- wanting for his control, her escape. A sadness and a hope all in one look. He took her hand gently and laid her face down on the bed. She had been through so much this week; he didn't have it in him to order her around like usual.
Her body melted into the mattress, and she instantly felt less worried than she had when she got back home. Her hands were up near the top of her head when she suddenly felt silk against her wrists. She picked her head up to look and saw him tying her wrists with his silk Lion King tie she had gotten him as a mild joke for Father's Day one year.
Once he was done with the tying, she pulled a little as was their tradition to see if his skills were still there. Little brat, he thought at her trying to test him. Maybe she wasn't as exhausted as she looked, but then her head laid back down and her eyes closed as she waited for whatever was going to happen next. He decided she was still too tired for anything more than what he already had planned.
Their closet held all their implements, and he drew out her favorite- the suede leather flogger. He started just drawing the tails down her shoulders and back, and then lifted them off her body just before the curves of her ass. Her small moan of frustration was enough to let him know she wanted this just as bad as he did.
Watching her all week wake up, get ready, work twelve hours and then get home too late to enjoy any time with him besides just a goodnight kiss was beginning to weigh on his heart too. He didn't want to become one of those couples that just go through life doing the bare minimum to enjoy it. A vacation here, a date there- that wasn't enough for him. He needed a connection with her even during the mundane days. The early days of their relationship were easier. Her old job was less demanding, and his was stable. It had been for years. The changes in their families and their jobs hadn't been that obvious in the beginning of the pandemic, but the zest for kink and their closeness had suffered over time.
His arm moved down slowly, almost a tease. He knew she used to take much more. There was another noise, this time a whine. He smirked. His baby wanted more? She'll get more, he thought just as he brought down the tails with the intention of causing a bit more thud on impact. This time he was met with silence. That let him know she was sinking into that feel-good headspace. A few more hits at that strength and he knew she'd be wanting more. Her ass was beginning to get pink.
"Good girl. You're taking this so well. Does my baby want more?", he asked her gently.
