Isabelle lifted her t-shirt and watched her bright red bottom contrast with her white panties in the full size mirror. A slight itch touched her crotch as she remembered the sensations of the spanking and imagined his hand touching her tight curves.
She slipped one hand down her panties and confirmed the wetness she had started to feel while he had nursed her behind. Getting aroused from his gentle hands massaging her delicate skin she could understand, but she knew it hadn't started with that. The feeling of guilt from having hurt him and the relief of being punished had started it all.
She had read about the joy some women felt of being spanked, but she never imagined herself enjoying it. Yet, with him doing it.. She didn't like being dominated by anyone and had always fought to stay on top, but with him she felt comfortable when he did.
A feeling of shame came over her. Was she really like that? Was her toughness just a façade and deep down she was a helpless little girl who needed to be protected?
She dismissed her thoughts and hurried to get into the shower and return to the kitchen on time. She didn't want to make him wait.
'Hey..' he said, giving her a warm little smile when she came into the kitchen wearing a fresh t-shirt and baggy shorts.
'Hey..' she said, happy to see his gentle expression.
'Sit.' he said, pulling back one of the high chairs for her. 'I'm making a beef salad tonight.'
She had noticed the soft cushion on the seat and she wanted to wallow in his care right then and there. 'Thank you..' she said, suppressing her desire.
He poured her a glass of dry white wine. 'To go with the light taste of the salad.'
'Thank you..' she said and watched him while he cut the greens, made the dressing and stir-fried the small strips of beef.
When he served it she wanted to ravish it like a hungry wolf, but she waited until he'd start. He looked idly at the table until her eyes pleaded for him to eat. Then he gave her his usual little smug smile and she groaned softly from his teasing.
'Enjoy.' he said, his boyish playful laugh making her forgive him. She was just happy to see him feel good again.
They ate in comfortable silence, her mind just relaxing in the pleasant ritual of eating, and the occasional exchange of glances between him and her.
She touched her behind when he pulled back her chair for her to leave the table, feeling a little sore.
'Does it still hurt?' he asked with concern.
She shook her head. 'It's okay.'
'Don't hide how you feel from me.' he said, looking into her eyes.
She couldn't lie to him. 'It still feels warm.' she said almost apologetic, and looked down, gathering her courage for what she was about to ask. 'Could you..? What you did..?'
He stayed silent for a moment, then took her hand in his. 'Come.' he said gently and led her out of the kitchen and up to his room.
He rolled up his sleeves while he had her retrieve the skin cream from his bathroom and stand in front of him again. With her heart beating faster in anticipation of his touch she lifted up her t-shirt. When he looked closely at her behind she started to feel embarrassed and tried to suppress the itch welling up between her legs.