A day in the life

Yesterday, Master did a very rare thing and took off from work. There were too many little jobs to be done that were nagging at the back of his mind and he just needed alone time to get them done. Perhaps that was why slave was feeling such separation anxiety when at work.

The nice thing about Master being home is that it really made slave’s day much easier. Master works long hours often leaving before Slave is out of bed and getting home late. Slave works full time too but is usually able to get home by 5:30. With Master home, there was no rush to make sure all 5 animals were watered, fed and safely where they should be after the kids got on the bus. There was no worrying about the kids getting off the afternoon bus and in the house safely and hopefully starting homework with no one breathing down their neck. It was the perfect day for it too since there was someplace to be in the evening as well.

When slave arrived home she followed her routine, greeting the children and removing shoes and under clothing before doing much else. As slave entered the kitchen she fell in Daddy’s arms while he was helping the oldest finish up her homework and quizzing her for a test. Master hands slid down one’s body making sure the proper clothing was removed and just held on tight while continuing to quiz the girl. All the while slave was licking his neck and shoulder since her back was to the children.

Once the homework was done and Master was satisfied everyone had eaten enough it was time for us to go. Slave gathered up the children and said goodbye to Master who promised to meet us at the school shortly. Two hours later slave returned home with two very tired children, while Master ran to the store before returning himself. Then another very rare occasion, it was time for Master to go out with the boys to celebrate a friends birthday. While happy to see him get out, saying goodbye again sucked but still there was much to get done anyway.

With children in bed, lunches made, house straightened and animals cared for there was finally time to sit at the laptop and get those pesky checks ordered. For some reason looking at all the different designs and picking out the perfect one is just something slave enjoys; getting new things is fun even it is just a new check design. When the selection was made and the payment method page came up it dawned on one she had no means to render payment until Master came home. She smiled to herself knowing she had to wait for him to get this done.

Just as slave clothes were stripped and she climbed into bed she saw the headlights pass through the window, her heart skipping a beat while she waited to hear the front door. As Daddy entered the room she smiled up at him in the dark and he sat at her side rubbing her hair surprised she was awake. “You have to get up for your paddling slave” he whispered with a smile on his face. “Ok Daddy” slave answered as she stood out of bed. (The paddle had made its appearance for the first time in months the evening before and Daddy had mentioned how much he missed it and his desire for a repeat the very next day).

Master laughed at slaves’ response pulling her back into his arms, “I am not going to paddle you tonight slave, it’s midnight, you need your sleep and I know you get jumpy when I have been drinking”. Now Daddy was by no means drunk and slave answered that she trusted him as he held her close. A little disappointment setting in even though it was late. Master was right, it was time to sleep.

Slave was given permission to use the bathroom and given the bank card to finish the computer transaction before climbing back into bed, snuggling close. “Are you humping my leg slave” he asks in that stern voice he sometimes uses that make one melt. “maybe a little Sir” one answers as he pushes her head down to wish him goodnight. Slave is soon on her side, her mouth full while Daddy is stretching her wide with this hand. Slave knew a fisting would be coming but she did not expect this now, not for the first time tonight. It hurt and felt good at the same time, perhaps the thought of the act turning her on more than the act itself.

Once we calmed ourselves and laid in each other’s arms slave told Master just how sore she was. Imagine her surprise when she was informed he didn’t actually get her open to that extent but that he looked forward to working on it more this weekend.

Slave drifted off to sleep knowing the weekend was going to be great indeed.