By the time he woke up in the mornings, I was usually up and on my way to work. We didn’t usually see each other until he came home from his desk job - customer service for a high-end retail boutique, which could sometimes leave him in a terrible mood if it’d been a difficult day.

But there were some days - like today - when his good mood meant a special treat when he got home.

When I picked up the phone, he was making a comment to a coworker, something I didn’t quite catch. I only noticed the deep, throaty murmur, which sent a shiver down my spine and made molten fire of my veins, when he finally turned his attention back to me.

In quick, short sentences, he told me exactly how he wanted to find me when he got home. He didn’t say it, but I knew that I’d be punished most deliciously if I failed to please him exactly as he instructed. Sometimes, I would deliberately make a small mistake to earn myself a gentle spanking - but the thrill that went down my spine at hearing his voice made me more than eager to obey.

Stockings, of course; see-through mesh panties and a piece of cloth covered my tits, but did nothing to hide my breasts from his piercing eyes. When he came home, his eyes fell on me, kneeling by the door, my knees spread and my hands locked behind my back. There was a gentle arch there, from my bottom to my neck; the perfect curve, which pushed out my breasts and displayed my hardening nipples to advantage. I could feel myself flushing hot, my petals growing wet and damp, while my breath stole itself at the sight of his proud eyes, his possessive caress. When he tangled his hand in my hair and pressed a hot, passionate kiss onto my lips, I trembled for want of giving him pleasure.

And then he led me to the recliner and placed me firmly in his lap, and I knew there would be more than mere kisses for me tonight.

(Source: mydirtyinnocentmind, via writersilverfyre)