Making time for the Dynamic

If there is one thing we can all probably agree on it is that you must make time for any relationship in order for it to work. This sounds like a simple concept but in reality it can be hard to accomplish. This is not something that comes easy to slave and yet it is another area in which Master controls to the fullest extent. Once the kids are in bed and everything is in order for the morning it can be as late as 11:00 pm before we really get to focus on one another. It would be easy to kiss and roll over to our sides of the bed and repeat the process the next day without making any time until the weekends.

Master does not let this happen and has created a nightly routine that helps us stay connected. This involves a nightly spanking, followed by slave asking to recite her mantra usually at his feet and then the pleasuring of Master. Sometimes slave will be interrupted for other activities which gives us both pleasure, while other evenings Master explodes in slave mouth or on her face, kisses her goodnight and falls asleep.
This start of this routine was not always met with grace. Sometimes the petulant child would come out, stomping her feet and pouting that she needed her sleep even though she gets to sleep an hour later each morning. And really the whole temper tantrum was just causing us to lose even more sleep and also changed the tone of the spanking significantly. It was really very shameful behavior and not something one cares to think about too often. Slave is grateful Master didn’t give in to simply not have to deal with her BS because his persistence has led us to a wonderful place and no two evenings are ever the same.

Monday it just seemed we were able to get things done much earlier and we actually had some time to watch TV together. Slave asked permission to lie on the couch with Master and was given the go ahead so she cuddled in tight. Halfway through the program she realized Master had fallen asleep. Once the show was over Master was gently awakened and headed to the bedroom giving slave no direction to report to the basement as usual. The basement is usually reserved for louder implements and those times when Master would like to give slave a good whipping on her gentler parts causing some loud screams. Master stood next to the bed, exhaustion on his face evident as slave removed his clothing. Fully expecting to be instructed to get in bed, slave turned to dispose of his laundry when she glimpsed Master pulling out both the cane and the loop. Once instructed to present on the bed, slave was filled with gratitude that he held this routine so important that he would wake up from a dead sleep to make sure it happened. The spanking itself was not a tough one (or maybe slave was determined to be good because he looked so exhausted) and while he switched in between implements he reminded slave how good she had been and also of the few areas in which he would like her to do better. When Master was done and the mantra had been spoken, slave took him in her mouth until he was satisfied; her only need to please him and get him in bed. Seep came quickly to us both that evening.

Last evening we were back to our late schedule, not even getting to the chance to sit down before walking into the bedroom at 11:30 pm. Master smirked as he once again pulled out the cane and gave instructions. Lay flat on the bed and spread your legs he commanded as he sat beside her, tonight is going to be a little different. With that the cane came down so hard against the back of the thighs it took ones breathe away. The caning continued this way for quite some time, focusing on the same spot at least 5 or 6 times before he moved to a different area. There was some discussion of an attitude that had made its way into a conversation earlier that evening. It wasn’t long before the begging began and tears involuntarily sprang to her eyes, each full swing strike causing her to move just a little bit further from her original position. Master held slave tight but at one point she was pushing her upper body up off the bed and was quickly corrected with a strike to the upper back. Each time Master stopped to play with slave’s hair and remind her to breathe she thought perhaps he was done and yet he continued. At last his body weight was felt lifting off the bed and slave lie there panting, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. Instructions to fully undress were given and Masters arms wrapped around slave in a protective embrace. Thank you Daddy was whispered as the mind calmed itself and his hands ran lightly over the welts. Are you disgruntled he inquired knowing it was late and he had been heavy handed just moments earlier, let’s get some sleep. No Sir slave replied asking to say her Mantra with her head resting on his chest. As slave lay on his chest specifically thinking about each and every word as she spoke them she was reminded how much they meant to her and how happy she was that they make this time for each other almost every evening. Although it was late we played for a very long time afterwards.

Today we are tired; the welts feel raw, the sting provides a constant reminder of our connection and slave smiles to herself knowing she is going to get it again this evening.