The motionless quiet breaks as I feel every morning - and there are probably all sorts of things synchronized with this - birds chirping outside, a coffee commercial on network television every day, a bell ringing at the school - his moves are THAT precise - as I feel his hands = the palms of his hands right above my waist on each side of my body. He holds me like that for a moment, then hooks his thumbs under the tight elastic waist of the underwear and very very slowly - so slowly it is almost no motion at all - he lowers the briefs off of my bottom.
And every morning the briefs snag slightly because every morning by this time the ritualistic beginning of the day has sent messages of blood to my _c_o_c_k_. But my companion persists and down come the briefs. I feel the fine straight hair on the top of his head brushing the back of my thighs as he bends to lower the briefs to my feet and I step out of them.
Now I have a theory about what happens next although I've never seen him do it. I believe he takes the briefs - holds them cautiously at first under his nose - and then reassured that they are clean (and of course, they are, after that shower!) runs them over his face and neck.
Then he drops them on the floor on the right side of his chair. Always the right side.
He snaps his fingers one sharp high clapping sound. With that, I step my feet wider apart and bend over. Four years ago - the first time he snapped his fingers like that - I stood puzzled until he told me what to do, in a voice that sounded perturbed and disappointed. I've done it every day - since then.
Then his hands rest on my buttcheeks, thumbs extending into my crack slightly on each side. They always, always rest like that for a moment. Then the pressure is applied and I am opened for him to scrutinize and inspect my cleanliness and, I like to think, manly beauty.
He leans forward after a moment. His nose touches the tip of my spine and then moves down my crack. He is inhaling deeply as he descends. This is one of my favorite parts of the whole boring routine.
Again - satisfied as always with my hygiene - he snaps his fingers again and I turn around, still silent and facing him. He is looking into my eyes. Then downward on the same slow descent his eyes made earlier when I was still wearing the briefs and still relatively flaccid.
Now I am rock hard, throbbing, swollen, purple-red. He frowns at the sight of it, gazes at it for a more than a minute, then continues his scan of my legs and feet and by the same process rises slowly again to look into my eyes.
When our eyes meet at this point - that is my signal. I come to the side of his left thigh - always the left - rest my hands on his right thigh and lower myself over his lap.
Every morning my companion gives me 25 firm swats on my backside. My first words of the day are the counting out loud of these smacks, of firm hand on plump butt. His force is just great enough to cause the development gradually of a hot stinging sensation. My _c_o_c_k_ by now feels engorged to the point of almost cumming. I can imagine the amount of pre-cum that has dripped from it onto his pajama leg and onto the carpet.
When he completes his 25 spanks of my tight round butt, he then reaches as far back as he can to the left - where always, always stands a bottle of lotion. He squirts some into his left hand - the one that has just now been spanking me and which is certainly heated up some - then rubs his hands together briskly.
Then he smooths the lotion over my stinging bottom. This hurts AND feels good. I know exactly when to make my next move and pull my left foremost leg up and around - hooking it on HIS left leg - to spread my buttocks for his hand. He squirts more lotion - this directly onto my crack and with a fingertip motion smooths it or most of it into my crack, giving special attention to my hole
Then he squirts more lotion into this hand and reaches further to massage my balls. Once I moaned - a conscious and deliberate communication of pleasure at this point - and he gave my butt an extra, unexpected, hard swat. He DID NOT want a sound out of me!
A few moments with my balls and his hand reaches yet further forward. I assist at this point by raising myself, hands again on his right thigh, so that he can easily hoist my hard _c_o_c_k_ back so that it points at my feet.
My companion has a wonderful technique of smoothing oil into an about-to-pop prick. And he's become very aware of the stages of my arousal and the urgency that begins to announce my ejaculation.
When this thickening and throbbing occurs, his hand lets go of my _c_o_c_k_, letting it slap back up against his thigh. I know now I am to stand before him.
I stand facing him and jack myself off. It only takes two minutes at most. I have never failed him at this need he has, to watch me ejaculate. The cum spurts across the space between us - usually landing on his pajama top, or his pajama legs. Occasionally some hits the carpet. I will most certainly be required to clean that up - which will take an extended time on hands and knees - still quite bare-assed - as my companion watches.
Once I have cum - the rest of the ritual is somewhat more free. Sometimes he tenderly leads me to the bed, where his powerful _c_o_c_k_ can assume occupation of my bowels. Sometimes he just likes to handle my softened sticky _c_o_c_k_. Occasionally he has taken my hand and brought it to the fly of his pajama bottom. This has more than a few times led to my sucking him to his orgasm.
As you can see, it is a boring boring life, like nothing you would want. I'm sure you have asked yourself - "how can either one of them put up with this tiresome routine?" I have no answer for that, unless it is in the love we so obviously exchange in the process and in the discipline this ritual gives our lives.
He rarely spanks me later in the day - although if I grow particularly selfish or complain too much - I can be sure a very DIFFERENT spanking will follow - one powered by my companion's anger, usually delivered with the back of an ivory handled hair brush and holding back none of his considerable strength.
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