An Adventure

She gets to their love nest and lets herself in with her key. He's working and she knows she has a couple of hours to get dinner cooked and set things up for his arrival home. She makes a simple dish and puts it in the oven, knowing that it will be a while before they get around to eating it. She's already showered and heads to the bedroom, mentally making a list of things to do. She has a scenario in her head, one that she knows he will love and she wants it to be perfect. She opens the closet door and begins to take bags out, setting them on the bed. She opens them up, one at a time, and pulls specific items out, closing the bags when she's done and replacing them in the closet.

She opens up the dresser drawer full of lingerie, and sifts through until she finds the piece that she wants, knowing it will flatter her figure and frame her ass perfectly. She undresses, folding her clothes up and smooths lotion all over her skin, then putting the red and black baby doll nightie and matching G-string on. She gathers the toys, smiling and feeling that anticipatory tingle, knowing that even this step is foreplay and she checks the clock to see how much time she has left. Time to get moving, not much longer. She gets on the bed on her hands and knees and positions her ample derriere so it's reflected in the mirror, takes a picture with her cell phone and sends it to him with the message "Hurry home...I've been a bad, bad girl!" She giggles a bit, knowing she's being a brat and will pay dearly later.

She takes the toys into the living room and positions them to either side of the spanking bench, which is really a coffee table but was bought for this sole purpose. She smiles as she remembers getting on her knees and bending over the table in the store to make sure it would serve the purpose, and the playful swats she received there in the store. She knows tonight they won't be playful, and she feels herself becoming aroused at the thought. She positions the bench so that the first thing he will see when he walks in the door is her bottom as she is bent over the table, presenting herself for his pleasure. She has also positioned the table in front of the mirror on the one wall in the living room so that he can see their reflection as he delivers the delicious swats.

She looks at the toys and takes a mental inventory: a couple of different riding crops, wooden paddles of various sizes, shapes and thicknesses, the leather straps and paddles, the tawses, the leather, braided and horsehair floggers, and lastly, the wrist restraints, to keep her from reaching back as she occasionally had a habit of doing. It seems everything is ready and she hears the oven signal that dinner is done. She takes it out and covers it with foil to keep it warm, and then begins to lower the lights just a bit and light some candles.

As she lights the last one, she hears the garage door opening and her heart begins to beat faster, excitement and anticipation flooding through her. She assumes her position on the spanking bench, raises the nightie up a bit to provide an unobstructed view of her bottom, and slips her own blindfold on, as she loves the thrill and mystery of not knowing what he's picking up next. It makes for a delicious surprise and just adds so much to the experience for them both. She then applies her own wrist restraints, which is unorthodox at best, but is necessary to achieve the results she wants.

They had previously discussed her fantasy and he had agreed to utter no words, no hello kiss; just walk in, pick up the first instrument and let the fun begin. He knows she loves being pushed a bit, testing her limits and broadening her horizons, and he's in just the mood to accommodate her, after a long and frustrating day at work. All day he's thought of this, wondering which outfit she would choose, which toys, loving that she comes up with these ideas.

He walks in and just stands there, taking in the scene, smelling the dinner she's created for them and the fragrance of the candles, the warmth of the heat after coming in from outside. He had purposely not worn gloves so his hands would be cold. The sight that beholds him is a lovely one, and he continues to stand there, quietly, just gazing at her, as she begins to squirm just a bit, wondering why he hasn't approached her. He quietly comes up behind her after slipping his shoes off and delivers one gentle swat with his cold hand. She jumps and gasps and he quickly evens her out with a swat on the other side, seeing her skin begin to pinken deliciously.

He takes in the spanking implements she's laid out for him, even seeing the ones she refers to as "evil", and his heart swells, feeling the trust she has in him. He also knows her well enough to know that once she gets to that point, she'll want the evil ones as she loves and needs that thrill. He reads her well and loves pleasing her, pushing her just a bit farther than she's comfortable.

He picks up a leather flogger that he knows will start her off easily, and begin to get her warmed up, if you will. He doesn't hold back but gives her a full swing and hears her quiet hiss of breath. He knows she'll remain as quiet and still as possible, and that she wants him to challenge her, stimulate her, pull those responses from her. He knows she expects him to build her up easily as he usually does, beginning with low intensity and moving up to the higher intensity but he senses she needs more tonight. He uses his hand to deliver a hard slap, one to each buttock, once, twice, three times on each side. He uses his hand to soothe the sting and leans down to kiss each red spot. He feels her begin to relax and reaches over quietly to pick up a wooden spoon that is just the right size for her ample ass. With the curved side down, he gives her a sharp rap and says, "You were a bad girl, huh? Are you supposed to be bad?" He moves to the other side of her bottom and delivers one, two, three swats and returns to the first side to even her out again. Her head jerks up, her body tenses and he senses her excitement. He selects a paddle that she considers "evil" and pushes her a bit, giving her a sturdy swing. She cries out and instinctively pulls her body in on the first two swats, but then thrusts her ass back out towards him. He delivers four more hard swats to each side as she begins to whimper, and then moves on to a thick cut, soft leather flogger which caresses her skin, soothing it. He pushes up the back of her nightie and uses it on her back as well.

He can almost hear her purring in contentment and relief, and before she can sense the swap, he picks up a leather, studded flogger and lightly runs one of the studs up and down her spine. Her back arches up and she moans with pleasure. He turns to the business end and takes the braids to her skin, causing her head to jerk up and her body to stiffen again. She doesn't attempt to reach back though, and he smiles, pleased at how she's progressing. She thrusts back out to meet the kiss of the leather and he gives her what he senses she not only wants but needs. He changes again, this time to a crop and gives her no rest, no relief before taking it to her skin, not being gentle in the least now. He's concerned it may be too much but in watching her, he sees no signs that trouble him and so he continues their session. He is constantly amazed at how her boundaries, her limits continue to expand and he pushes her just to the point where she thinks she can absolutely take no more. He gives her a break, again running his bare hand across her skin, soothing and then reaches down and probes her womanhood with one finger, feeling her slick juices running out of her.

He can wait no more, and pulls her to her feet, gently unbinding her wrists, but leaving the blindfold on. She stumbles a bit, trying to find her balance and he guides her to their bedroom, gently pushing her back on the bed as he drops to his knees to taste her, tease her with his tongue and mouth. It doesn't take long at all, and she arches her back up off the bed and reaches orgasm amazingly quickly and loudly. She looks up at him, stunned at how fast and powerfully she came and he drops his head again, not letting her recover. He drives her back up and she clenches her thighs around his head, her hands grasping in a frenzy for his hair, holding him close, closer. He is merciless and doesn't let up until he feels her thighs tense more and begin to tremble as she comes with a shout. It goes on for what feels like forever and she is trembling uncontrollably from the force of the orgasm. He moves up to take her in his arms and holds her close, whispering soothingly to her, dropping kisses on her face, eyes, forehead and lets her drift back, her muscles quieting.

He smiles as they lay there and lets his mind drift, recreating the scene in his mind, thinking of ways to improve, things to change for the next time. For they both know there will be a next time. They're like moths drawn to a flame, moving closer and closer each time.