"Welcome Home"

[emma]

(Just a little info behind this story. It's written from a POV I'm not familar with, but I agreed to write it for a Dom friend of mine, to express how he feels about spanking. So I'm sure not all the Doms will have the same POV but I tried! Thanks, and enjoy!)

David sighed in relief as he pulled up in front of his house. These were the days that he wished he could quit his job and hide away in his house with his wife. Or kidnap her and whisk away to a little tropical island in the middle of nowhere. Shaking off daydreams of sand, surf and sex, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the house.

He found her curled up on the couch, reading a book. The fact that she was there, waiting for him, at the end of the day, centered his world on a day to day basis. Seeing her tonight, after the day he had just had, brought his more primal side to the surface. The knowledge that she'd understand, and accept him without question, spurred him into action and he stalked over to the couch.

Susan glanced up, but the welcoming smile died on her lips as she recognized the gleam in her husband's eye. Lust twisted her stomach into knots as he tossed the book aside and fisted a hand in her hair and pressed his lips to hers impatiently. With his free hand, David yanked on her shirt, popping buttons as he fought to tear the garment from her skin. When she shrugged out of what was left of it, David pulled her to her feet and unsnapped her jeans, shoving them to the ground at her feet. Pausing to appreciate her, in matching red bra and panties, David changed tactics and led her around to the back of the couch.

Susan followed his unspoken instruction and bent over the back of the couch. Her eyes widened when he came around in front of her and reached down into the cushions. There, he pulled free the restraints they kept buried in the cushions, for just such an occassion. When she was secure, David walked around to the back of the couch again. Studying her for a moment, he almost abandoned the idea of spanking her but he knew part of him needed it, the same way she sometimes needed him to spank her. So he pulled her panties down to her knees, where they would help to keep her from kicking too much and pulled his belt from the loops.

Folding the leather in half, he laid it against her bottom for a moment before raising it up and snapping it against her backside. Susan squealed and leaned forward a bit at the force of the blow, but the restraints kept her from moving from her position. Pleased with the red welt forming on her pale skin, David cracked the leather against her skin again and again. Susan wiggled and stamped her feet, pulling on the restraints, as he whipped her. Just as the burning in her bottom became unbearable, he stopped and leaned over the couch to release her from the cuffs. Before she could blink, David had pulled her to the ground and was pushing himself into her. Susan arched her back and wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. Wrapping her arms around him, she dragged her nails down his back and held on tightly as he drove them both over the edge. Soon, they both tumbled over the edge, each calling the other's name as they exploded together. Panting, David collapsed on top of her, nuzzling his face in the side of her neck.

When she finally got her breathing under control, Susan pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whispered "Welcome Home".