Today was Day 1 of no school for the kids. Turns out, my daughter is going to be working from home too, which makes it both easier and more complicated. But it’s all good.

And the day was fine. The kids did well. We all survived. No complaints here.

“Come here,” he said.

She looked up and smiled. She was in the middle of mopping the kitchen, the last step to disinfecting that part of the house. “I will,” she said. “I need to take these gloves off first.”

He waved his hand magnanimously. “Finish mopping,” he said, “These are extraordinary times.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, still smiling. She was tempted to curtesy, but didn’t.

Sometimes, she felt like they were living in a dystopian future, with the threat of a virus hanging over the world. Other times, she felt like she’d been handed a gift of time and connection. They had not spent this much time together in years.

She finished quickly, pulled off her gloves and hurried to him. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs and she hesitated, not sure what he wanted. But he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Baby,” he said.

She melted into him. His hand fisted in her hair, right at the nape of her neck. She thought she was relaxed, but feeling that touch, she slipped deeper into the pleasure of submission. Not thinking, not deciding, letting go of control.

He held her for a long time, just standing at the bottom of the stairs. Just as she began to feel like she might fall asleep standing up, he reached down and unfastened her skirt. The skirt slid over her hips and ass, pooling at her ankles, just like it was supposed to do, leaving her bare from the waist down

Suddenly wide awake, she gasped as his hand slid down to her nipple, grasping it firmly under her shirt, tugging it til she whimpered. His other hand cupped one ass cheek. He was still holding the nipple, so when he drew back his hand and smacked her, hard, on the left cheek,, she halfway pulled away, which meant her nipple was pulled harder, and she cried out.

He smiled. “It’s a special form of predicament bondage,” he said. “Don’t you love it?”

“Um,” she said, struggling to talk as he penetrated her abruptly with two fingers.

“Wet,” he said, pulling his fingers out. “Very wet.” He still held her nipple with the other hand. He smacked the other ass cheek, twice. She had expected the first one, but jerked again with the second, increasing the pain in her nipple. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and changed nipples.

She gasped. He kissed her head again, smacked the first ass cheek.

Then he released her, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Before she could decide, he said, “Go upstairs and get ready for bed. The pillows are ready, so you can lay across them, ass up, please. I’ll finish up some work down here, but then I’ll come up and get ready for bed myself. If you fall asleep waiting for me, there’ll be a spanking for you.”

She nodded, “Yes, Sir. But what if I don’t fall asleep?”

“If you don’t fall asleep? I’ll spank you, of course.” He turned her toward the stairs and smacked her ass hard. “Go on,” he said.

She squealed and hustled up the stairs with more energy than she thought she had left.