The rain had begun to pour as he approached the last leg of his run and risen to a raging storm as he bounded the last few yards. By the time he reached the door his clothes were dripping and his skin was thoroughly soaked. Thundering through the entrance he wiped the sweat and weather from his face as the wind whipped in frantically behind him. As he kicked his trainers into the wall to drain with their own time he stepped to the kitchen to try and wring out as much moisture from himself as he could. It was then he heard the faint buzzing from up the stairs.
She had started without him.
Stalking up the stairs he found the bedroom door open and her lying waiting for him. She was upon her front, knees on the bed presenting her curved derriere to the sky. Her pale skin contrasting with the red sheets and the black object vibrating between her legs. She didn’t respond to his presence. Either she hadn’t heard him or she was playing coy. He had been out in the cold and rain as she had been lazily toying with herself. She knew what she was expecting. The whole scene had been posed as the willing submissive. He removed his shirt letting it slop to the ground as he stepped to the edge of the bed. Raising his arm he whipped his palm with a resounding crack against the exposed buttock.