We came down slowly together afterwards. Wrapped in the big comforter, sipping water, my head on his chest. It took awhile for the fuzziness to go and I even napped for a few minutes. He stayed with me until I woke, then went to run a bath. When he came back I was all smiles.
“Feeling good, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah, tired but happy.” He turned me over and inspected my bottom. It was red from spanks and a little sore from being fucked. “Please be gentle, Sir,” I asked without thinking.
“Of course, baby. I’m not going to use this ass all day and not be nice to it. I want to get back in there soon.” The water shushed in the bathroom as he carefully massaged lotion into each cheek, then used a special lube to rub my little hole. Very gently. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered. I did so and closed my eyes. So tender. So relaxing.
“Does that feel better?” I cooed and wiggled my butt. “It does, Sir, so much. Thank you.” He helped me up and I tottered a little into the bathroom. My legs had been tied up for awhile.
“Careful getting into the tub now.” He got in first and held out his hand, then I sank down in front of him. “Just close your eyes,” he ordered and I did so, letting my legs float out in front of me. He began squeezing water from a sponge over my neck and breasts. “Give me some deep breaths.” I did that, too, and began to melt.
We stayed like that for awhile until gradually I felt more awake, more energized. I could talk now and everything poured out. He listened carefully until I got to the part where he fell off the bed.
“Hey, hey, those sheets are slippery. Like ice skating,” he joked. I began to giggle.
“Well your dismount was a 3 but your recovery was a 10. No, make that a 10.5.”
“I’m sure the Russian judge gave me 4 at the most,” he muttered, tweaking a nipple. I shrieked and rolled back against his neck.
“Just for that, I’m going to kick your ass in Scrabble later,” he reassured me. I giggled more.
“O, is that so? Well as long you don’t put your foot in there, I’ve had enough ass stretching for one day.”
He laughed and kissed my ear. “Ok, just a gentle tap then. And maybe my big toe- if you get a triple word with the Q.”
“Stay away from me, Q!” I called out, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter.
“I get the Z then!” He shouted louder in the direction of the bathroom door. The water sloshed out of the tub as we rolled around together, his legs wrapping around mine and arms crossing over my breasts. We kissed, laughing, as he held me.
“Mmmmmm, this is so good, baby. I’m so happy,” I purred, eyes closed, reveling in his body behind me.
“I’m happy too, darling. You’re such a good girl for me. So sexy and obedient.” His voice grew a little more serious, a little more tender, and I thrilled to it. “I want you to drink plenty of water tonight. And before bed I want you to journal about everything we did today. That’s important.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied dutifully. The water was warm around us. I could smell dinner in the crockpot. It was almost ready. And the night stretched before us, full of more laughter and snuggles. Even now, he was rubbing shampoo into my scalp and my neck relaxed into his hold.
“That feels soooo good, Sir,” I sighed. “No one has ever taken care of me like you do.”
“You deserve all of my care, little one,” he said, with another gentle kiss on my neck. “You’re my property. Nothing is more precious than you.”
Aftercare should address the health of the body, mind and emotions. Decompress by talking and laughing together. Soothe the body with warmth and comfort. Take care of any injuries. Have food and water ready. Respect her emotions with a pathway that’s meaningful to her, which here is journaling. Always have current and future wellbeing in mind.
