The pitter patter of gentle rain on the roof awoke him from sleep. Yawning and stretching, he blithely rolled to the right, and as always, he felt his breath catch. Eyes roving lasciviously over her prone form. She was curled up like a cat, facing away from him. Just a smooth shoulder peeking out from the comforter and stray dark curls contrasting against the white of the bedding. Carefully and deliberately, he pulled the comforter away from her. She shivered slightly with her naked body being exposed to the cool air in the room but remained asleep, still too spent from his demands during the night. His fingers began to trace her curvy lines and oh so soft skin. He always loved how deliciously soft and sensitive her skin was. He could see the red outline of where his fingers had gripped her arm viciously, reddish purple hickies peppering her sides and shoulders. Lower still, his eyes and fingers traveled to the curves of her ass cheeks covered in large, reddened, and slightly swollen patches from the onslaught of the paddle. She whimpered softly, as his fingers traced the still painful lines of welts, from his methodical administration of the riding crop on the back of her thighs.