Jon was not really surprised to find Lucy in the bedroom when he woke up, but he was startled to see she had pulled the brocade ottoman up to the foot of the bed and was sitting there with her knees pulled up to her chest and staring at him. She was wearing one of her yellow flowing spring dresses, and she looked like a princess perched on the stool. He had purchased the hassock as a spanking stool for her some years before, but it had been relegated to a place in the corner of the bedroom for storing extra sweaters and leggings. He knew she saw the startled look on his face, but her eyes were cast in a strange illusion of apprehension. What was she thinking? What had happened out there in the orchard? Had she taken the first step toward a lifestyle change he had been begging for and dreaming of for years, or was it just another tease to remind him of what he could never really have?
Did her sitting on that spanking stool have some significant meaning? And her expression was laced with certain...what? Unease? She looked just a little like the moment so many years ago when contractions had started in earnest before their first daughter was born. Where was that other woman, the woman who made him get the willow switch? She looked like the same beautiful woman from a few hours before, but those were not the same powerful eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked as he yawned and stretched out under the thin comforter.
"A little more than two hours. Apparently a good switching takes it out of you."
Was there a hint of laughter in her voice?
"I suppose," he said anxiously. "How long have you been watching me?"
"Just a few minutes...I've been checking in on you for more than an hour though. How are you? Does your bottom hurt?"
"Not too bad," he replied as he reached down and caressed the back of his thighs. "I can feel some tender spots on the back of my legs."
"Let me see."
Her manner changed in an instant to caregiver as she scampered off the stool and scurried around the end of the bed to sit on the edge beside him. She pulled the cover off in a rush, and Jon quickly covered his groin with his hand as he rolled to his side.
"Still hard for me, I see," she said in a quiet seductive voice. "That's so sweet."
Who was she? Mother? Lover? Mean hard hearted dominant bitch? She seemed to be all of those things, and none of them. It was so frustrating and so confusing for a man trying to discover his submissive self.
Her fingers quickly caressed the long faint purple welts on backs of his legs, and the sensitivity made his body shiver. After a moment she began to probe and separate the cheeks of his ass, caressing the warm fleshy parts of his bottom. He struggled to not let himself be embarrassed by his wife of more than thirty years inspecting him so intimately, but it was not easy. He breathed in deeply and allowed the tension to escape as he exhaled.
And strangely, with that breath, a sense of wellbeing floated and settled gently over him.
"You just lay there and I'll get some aloe," she said, and he felt the bed move as she got up.
And lay there he did, basking in a glow of consciousness that touched his heart and soul in that moment. Was this the sub-space he had read about? It felt wonderful, and he longed for the sensation to never end. When she returned, the overwhelming thrill of belonging tickled every part of him as she carefully spread the gel on his legs and bottom.
"Spread your legs baby," she said softly.
He spread his legs, hating the way the embarrassment invaded his mind and disturbed the pleasure of the mental and physical relaxation he was immersed in. She touched the areas of his inner thighs and groin. Was there any damage from the switch down there? He was rather mortified to ask and too aroused and mentally numb to overly care.
"Spread them farther," she prodded.
This time she pulled his near leg over until he was very exposed. He moved his far leg over as well, and knew that his anus was on full display. The exposure aroused him, but somehow it also comforted him even more.
"That's good," she stretched up and whispered near his ear. "Now I can get to the really delicate areas."
He felt her finger toy with the pucker of his anus, then along the crease of his cheeks, then back to his anus. When her finger wiggled into his hole he took another deep breath. It had been a long time since she had done anything like that to him. When they were younger she did it occasionally; when she wanted to make him cum quickly.
"Will you enjoy it when I fuck you there?"
Jon could only groan in response. He could not believe she had said that. He could not even believe she had used that word. He was so consumed by the moment and arousal however, that the shock was really no surprise at all. Damn but his mind was in a turbulent swirl of emotions. Was this real or a dream?
"Maybe another time." She patted his butt as eased away from him as she sat back up. "Right now we need to talk. Roll over and sit up for me."
Jon struggled to make the mental and emotional shift. He did not want to give up the hint of his heart's desire, but he complied slowly and hesitantly. He was confused and conflicted. He did not want the pleasure to end, and was also anxious about his wife seeing that his erection was even harder after her attention. It was so hard, as they say, that a cat could not scratch it. It stood up so proud that it was almost painful as he sat up on the bed.
But she did not even seem to notice.
"How are we doing?" she asked, her eyes piercing and her nostrils flaring slightly. "How do you feel about us right now?"
"I have never felt closer to you than I do right now." His head dipped a little as he spoke.
"So we're okay right now?"
"We're perfect right now," he replied quietly.
"So you're not planning on leaving me?"
"I was never..."
"Don't lie to me." Her voice gained an octive.
"I was just...I don't know...exploring my options." He hung his head.
"So is that what this means?" she asked, gesturing with a nod of her head toward his shaft as she reached over and began to stroke it. "Is this what perfect between us means to you?"
"My heart and my head and my soul belong to you right now."
"But is that how I am supposed to tell if everything is all right between us? Is this the measuring device?"
