Kissed

Recently Daddy imposed a new workout schedule. It appears he got tired of hearing all the bitching and moaning about the extra 8 pounds that appeared overtime after all the medical issues were resolved.

He likes the 8 pounds because he likes curves and to be honest fitting into size 6 or 8 jeans at our age is something to be happy about. The things is the jeans feel different, a little too tight, a little too uncomfortable and Daddy does not like that it causes sadness.

Anyway, with our work and the kids schedules it means the workout usually runs from 9-10 if we are lucky. Last night everything just fell into place and the task was completed by 10. Alone time at 10 is early for us so YAY but Daddy was fast asleep when one came upstairs with all that post work-out energy.

It is very rare that we ever go to bed without any type of ritual or pain play. Very rare. Quietly the house was shut down, the dog was walked and a blanket was retrieved. The spot at the foot of the bed Daddy was sprawled out on was claimed and sleep eventually came.

This morning Daddy asked why he was not awakened. He accepted the explanation that he needed his rest and that everything was properly done just as if he had been awake.

Kiss Daddy? one asked as we were dressing in the bedroom.

Daddy smiled as he held his belt, guided ones back to the bed and landed one harsh belt swing across both cheeks that stung maddeningly crazy and then went about his business.

It has been so long since the kiss of the belt has been felt and hours later it is still there.....as well as the longing for more.

Thank you Sir, may slave please have another?