A Ladies Choice Morning ...

Frank has just come back to bed after morning 'farm' duties. He's sitting up on top of the bed covers, fully dressed (jeans and white tee)  and is reading on his tablet. I snuggle up to him, nuzzling into his chest, enjoying the fresh summer morning scent he's brought back in with him ...

F ... smiling ...  " what do you want?"

Me ... "A kiss"

F ... "Then come up here"

I slide up and I'm kissing him

F ... "Are you horny?"

Me ... "hmm ... no, not really"

F ... "Do you need a spanking?"

Me ... "Yes, please"

F ... "Yes, please, what?"

Me ... "Yes, please, Sir"

F ... "What kind? ... your choice"

M ... "Hand please, Sir"

We've been in 'implement world' for the past few weeks and I am missing his hands ... he has thick hands with short stocky fingers ... they are the rugged hands of a man who has used them his entire working life ... nothing soft about them

Then me again (with a big breath because sometimes it's still hard to talk about things like this other than in my head) ... 

... "Can we try having a number and counting spanks ... I think it might help me knowing there's a destination rather than a random start and stop"

 F ... "Yes, of course"

Me ... "With breaks and rubbing in between?"

Frank motions for me to get off and come around the bed ...

F ... "Come on over" ... he's arranging pillows over his lap ... "How many? .... your choice"

Ha!, I'm thinking ... I guess it's ladies choice day ;)) ... I pause and consider ...

Me ..."50?"

F .... "ok" ... rubbing my bum ... "Count out loud"

Me ... " Yes"

F ... "Yes what?"

Me ... "Yes, Sir"

I tuck my head into, and hands under, the pillow ... 10 somewhat soft spanks commence ... I count ....

F ... "Louder please, I can't hear you"

He give me a harder 10 across both cheeks followed by a circling rub ... then 10 harder yet on left cheek ... a brief rub ... 10 of the same again on right cheek with a longer rub in between. Then pulling up on my right hip he tucks me in a little closer .... and delivers 10 very hard spanks across both cheeks. I still manage to count, although I don't know how, squeaking out the last numbers into the pillow. He follows with a gentle rubbing all over and around ...

F ... "That's a nice pink colour" and then "Come here and straddle me"

He pulls me up, shifting my knees under his arms and holding me in tight to his chest, my head tucked into his shoulder ...

F .... "Good?" ... he speaks softly into my ear 

Me ... "Mmmhmm" .... we lay like that for a couple of minutes

F ... pulling up and smiling ... "Now turn around and straddle me the other way so I can enjoy the view and we can have some more fun"

... Have I told you how much I love those mornings when we have the time to spend them together? ...