Ten Minutes

I had been having a day.

So much so, that I opened my notepad on my phone,
typed in a request and showed it to him.
I love that I can ask for what I need.
I love that he will try.
    "I need a plug, a spanking, nipple clamps and time, PLEASE."

So, later that day, he told me to put in my plug
and come down and help with the laundry.
"the big one, fiona," he whispered after his command.

Oh, he hasn't had me use that in so long.  

I put it in and did the laundry and other household tasks.
He would spank me periodically, when we found ourselves alone.
Bent over in the laundry room,
Holding onto the kitchen island,
Outside weeding.  Whenever we were alone.

Mid-afternoon, I asked if I could have an hour to go lay down.
He said sure, to go upstairs, take out the plug and rest.

After an hour, he came upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed.
We talked for a few minutes as he stroked my back.
He looked into my eyes and said that he could tell I was still off.
He told me to re-insert the plug and rest some more.

After about ten minutes he barges into the room.
He barks out, "ENOUGH."

He grabs my hair and pulls me off the bed.
He takes me into the closet and has me stand
in the back of the closet in front of the wire shelves.
He pulls my shirt up and stuffs it into my mouth.
He stands behind me with his body molded to mine.

He reaches around and caresses my breasts.
He plays with my nipples, flicking, squeezing, making them taught.
Then he lifts one nipple and clamps it
to the clip with a hook that he places over one of the shelves.
He repeats this process with my other nipple.

I am not attached to the shelves on my toes by my nipples.
He pushes my shirt up my back so it is staying up over my shoulders.
I can hear him rummaging with something, but then I know.
I hear the jingle.  He's removed a belt from the rack.

He hits, obviously having doubled the belt.
He hits, my BACK.  Oh, I moan and close my eyes, careful not to move.
It's a form of predicament bondage with my nipples hooked to the shelves.
He's never hit my back with anything but a flogger before.
He hits.  Oh, He hits.
He lashes my back from my shoulders to my ass.
He crosses both directions.

He's not hitting ferociously, but with enough.
It's intense.
It's erotic.
It's intoxicating.

When he stops, he places an iPod in front of me.
It has a timer on it and he hits "Start"
He kisses my temple and puts his mouth right next to my ear.
"Stay.  Like this.  When the timer goes off, take the plug out,
come down stairs, and have a great evening with me."

He turns off the light to the closet,
Shuts the door, leaving me in utter darkness.
I hear the bedroom door lock as he leaves our room.

I know my place.  I feel myself again.
I smile and breath
through the pain of ten minutes.