"What a delightful sight I've created", Dustin thought silently, enjoying his meal. Her freshly reddened flesh contrasted sharply against the whiteness of the wall. His own brand of artwork only a Dom could appreciate. He smiled knowing his wife probably thought otherwise at the moment. It was after all, her burning backside being admired in the corner of their living room.
Even from the distance of the dining table he could tell by her body language they were far from reaching a level of proper of remorse and submission. But no matter, he would get her there soon enough.
He casually took a few more bites and watched as she adjusted her interlocked fingers on her head and sighed loudly. He knew her well enough to know it was her own little way of objecting her current placement.
"You've just earned yourself three more minutes. I suggest you stop the dramatics. I guarantee you do not want me to head over there and stop them for you."
His warning was effective. She settled, although he could see from this angle a pout form across her lips. Under any other circumstances he would think this particular feminine expression cute and very kissable, but not today, not yet anyway.
Dustin spent a few more minutes finishing his dinner, occasionally glancing in her direction to make sure she was still heeding his instructions. He moved his plate into the sink and busied himself straightening up the kitchen, admittedly stalling. She needed just awhile longer to recover from the warm up.
Eventually Dustin returned to the couch in the living room where the session had started and made himself comfortable. Once he was settled, he spoke, keeping his voice calm and collected.
"I think it's time we continue. Go grab the paddle and come to me." he ordered.
He watched her drop her arms to her sides and hesitate. What exactly was keeping her? Pride? Obstinance? He was willing to bet both traits were playing a role in this.

Ohhhh this is good! I want to read more! :-) Made my afternoon a little brighter!
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