A Letter to Adam

Dear Adam,

As I type, it's going on eight a.m. Sunday morning. You've left the house to tend to what you need to tend to. Our oldest child left this morning to return to her life in another state. Our youngest is still asleep but will leave after lunch to return to her college life. That will leave us to ourselves. Alone. Again.

We haven't had much alone time this past week but that's okay. We've had a great time with the family. It's always a blast to have them all together. At the same time though I look forward to the afternoon and evening that lies before us. Besides, they will all be back here shortly for Christmas.

I've planned it all out in my mind. This afternoon, that is. I want a lazy day. I want to go upstairs and lie down on our bed. I want to hear your footsteps on the stairs telling me that you're coming to join me. I want to feel your arms circle around me. I want to lazily drift off as we talk about the week. But I won't sleep. Not yet.

I want to talk about us. I want to tell you how much I need you. Want you. And I want to hear you tell me how much I need spanked even though there's no particular reason for my neediness.

I want you to spank me like you always do. Tell me to get on my knees. Start slow with your hand rubbing my bare bottom and then SMACK. That always gets my attention and sends my heart soaring. After that, after you've spanked me with your hand a while I know you'll surprise me as you always do. Sometimes it's the belt. Sometimes it's the crop. Sometimes it's the nylon paddle... or how about the new flogger? We haven't used it near enough yet.

I know you'll do what's best for me. It doesn't matter which toys you pick. I want you to spank me until there's just no way I won't feel it over the next couple days. Go ahead. Leave my bottom marked and scorched. I will love you for it. I will thank you for it.

And when you're done spanking me, I will stay right there completely exposed for your use, pleasure, enjoyment, fulfillment. And when you are done I will drift off to sleep in your arms.

And once again, life will be as it should be.

I love you.