Waking up and. . .I'm not alone. He sleeps nestled against me, his back against my body. A good thing, too; being Little Spoon last night would have been painful.

Running a hand over my hip and then down over my bottom, I hiss and pull my hand away. There had been much playfulness the day before. Chasing and teasing, taunting and bold advances. All were for naught, of course. Just a prelude to the night. Oh yes, it had been a very good night. He had bent me over his knee so sweetly, with a smile and the promise of affectionate care in his eyes. Where his hand had slapped was a bit tender yes, but where his belt had struck? The pain still seared deep. Bottom mostly, but also shoulders, back, thighs.... Remembering, I giggle softly to myself and cuddle up to him. He mumbles, moves a bit, then settles again.

He was so tired. I had worn him out asking for more, always more. Smiling, I kissed his bare shoulder. He would have given it to me too, the more I wanted, but he saw. Saw that I had given in, that I had been conquered in the way I want to be and then, then he took me. Took me from behind. Fucking me, loving me, filling me. That was the way with us. Play. Pain. Sex. Love.

I had taken him into my arms after, and he took me into his. We talked and loved and laughed and kissed. Drank water, wiped away tears, and gave reassurances...I was okay...Yes, I enjoyed every bit of it...I felt wonderfully alive...Oh yes I had wanted it, I wanted him, he was my Love, my only Love.

There had been no need for ointment as no skin had been broken. Hurts had been kissed away as they had been given. Care first, always first. We had settled into spoons, him - My Little Spoon, me - His Big Spoon, and together we had drifted to sleep.

I remembered him waking once. Turning over, he kissed my forehead, smoothed my hair, and whispered...All the Luvs. It was a sweet thing. Our thing. Rolling back over, he snuggled back into the curve of my body and once again slept. So did I.