A storm, a bad dream, and a red bottom... M/f

[sugardoll]

Connor made every effort to enter the house as quietly as possible – He was late getting home… really late. The conference in the city had run over time, and the traffic home was an absolute nightmare – the weather was awful, and people were driving like idiots. He had needed to maneuver around 3 separate car accidents – one cause by some jackass texting while driving – in a storm – what a moron. The house was dark, apart from the soft glow of a living room lamp left on so that he would be able to see as he came in. As he came inside and locked the door behind him, the house sweetly silent, he thought to himself, "Good.... Jenny went to bed. I would have blistered her little butt if she had waited up this late – damn, nearly 3AM.”

At that point, Connor noticed a blinking red glow in the living room, and realized it was the clock on the stove, its light carrying through from the kitchen… and there was also one on the cable box… and the digital clock that sat on the table beside the couch. He sighed and shook his head, and immediately headed for the bedroom to check on Jenny. It would seem that the storm had been more severe than he had heard – they had lost power. His wife was terrified of storms, and it really got to him that she had been alone through the entire thing.

Very quietly, so as not to disturb his slumbering girl, he stepped into the bedroom, relaxing as he saw his adorable wife curled up in a ball on their bed. It was very cute, she was turned diagonally across their huge king sized bed, her head at the foot of the bed, sleeping directly in the middle… it made her look even smaller than she already was at just under 5'2". She must have been tossing and turning – the bed clothes where all pulled out, and she was snuggled up in them. In the moonlight, he could see slight redness around her eyes, and stains of tears on her cheeks… she had been crying… but she had not called him on his cell phone or sent him frantic text messages letting him know of her fear. He smiled a bit at that.

Connor frowned and his brow furrowed as he saw Jenny do the same thing in her sleep. She let out a soft whimper, and twitched a couple of times as she slumbered. He quickly put his things on the desk and undressed, hoping to get into the bed and have her in his arms before the nightmare really took hold.

As Connor gently pulled some of the covers away from her, Jenny began to squirm, and the whimpering became a bit stronger. Connor gently drew her into his arms and held her tightly when Jenny stiffened and tried to free herself.

"Shhhh… Jenny, it’s me, Sugardoll. I'm here… shhh, shhh. I've got you… you're safe, Honey… Shhhhh," he whispered gently in her ear as the squirming ceased and she snuggled into his embrace.

Connor held Jenny for a while, gently rubbing her back, kissing the top of her
head, feeling her relax in his arms… her breath a deep sigh as she realized, even in sleep, her place in his arms… where she was safe and secure. Connor kissed the top of her head once again, and slid his hand down her back to rub and gently cup her bottom.

Jenny stirred a bit… instinctively pressing against her husband’s body… a sweet little grin stretching against her lips. Connor squeezed once more, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. She smiled up at him.

"Hello, Darlin’… you're home," she said with a sleepy smile.

"Yes, baby doll… I am," he said to her with a smile, as he kissed her forehead. "Doing all right?"

"I'm all right… I got scared during the storm, but… I'm all right now."

"You didn't call me this time… not so bad? "

She stiffened a little at his words, and thought carefully before she started to speak again to respond, "Well... I knew you were busy with the conference - you couldn't do anything about it anyway… and when the power went out, I wanted to conserve the cell phone battery… I figured it best to just let you concentrate on your work and on the road home. I'm a grown lady, I can handle a stupid rain storm. What time is it?"

“Just after 3AM…. Come on, Baby….. let’s get some rest,” he told her, as he snuggled her close in his arms and closed his eyes.

“3 o’clock in the morning? Why the hell are you so late?”

At her elevated temper, however slight, Connor tapped her on the bottom in a
silent warning. “Jennifer Michelle… I am late because the conference ran till almost midnight, like I told you it would when I texted to let you know it would be late before I got home. Traffic was horrid, and there were several accidents… now, you simmer down and go to sleep.”

“I’ll bet you went out and had fun without me…. Went to dinner, or something,” she grumbled as she turned away from him.

Connor went slightly rigid and forcibly rolled her back over to face him, not relaxing his grip on her at all. “What has gotten into you, Sugardoll? This is beyond sass… what’s bothering you? Was it your dream?”

"It was just a dream, leave me alone" she grumbled at him, trying to squirm out of his arms.

A firm and loving, but also very hard swat landed on her backside, “I think you had better reconsider your words, since you’ve already spent the entire night alone… and you need to get a civil tongue in your mouth immediately, if not sooner, young lady.”

A defiant glare met his gaze, but he could also see real fear in her eyes too. She said nothing in response.

“Jenny…. Love… you need to tell me what’s wrong. Right now…”

Jenny reluctantly told him, not just a little bit of acid in her voice, "I dreamed about the storm.... alone in the dark again.... that's all."

"I don’t think that’s all it was… and you get your attitude under control, or I will.”

"Well... there was a little more to it...."

"Jennifer Michelle....."

At the use of her given name, Jenny stiffened for a brief moment, and then relaxed before continuing, “It wasn’t just the storm and the darkness, in my dream there was someone there… who had locked me alone in a room… and left me alone in the dark… the dark scares me when I’m alone – you know that. I was all alone… except that he whispered at the door that he would never let me out… and no one would ever find me. He told me you wouldn’t even look for me, and even if you did, he would never let you have me back. Then you came home and pulled me into your arms and woke me up. It was just a stupid dream"

Connor sighed and kissed the top of her head before he squeezed her tightly in his embrace… and then followed it with a dozen quick, hard smacks to her bottom. Jenny gasped and tried to move away.

He held her tightly, took her by the chin, and raised her gaze to his… "You are MINE, Jennifer Michelle… and I will protect you… always. Don't you ever try to hide things like this from me again… not even dreams that you feel are silly. You are not protecting me from anything by keeping it from me, baby doll… and you are just building up stress within yourself. When I ask you to tell me… then tell me. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Darlin’" she answered, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Try that again,” he said sternly.

“Yes, Sir,” she corrected herself.

“And just because you’re tired and scared – that gives you no cause to be grouchy and mouthy with me, young lady. I’m going to tan your butt for that. I’ve warned you about that sass before… at least a hundred times it seems.”

Connor pulled back the covers at this point, and without a word… only a kiss to her lips… pulled her pale yellow baby doll night gown over her head… and then proceeded to peel her out of the pretty, matching yellow panties… with the tiny white satin bow in front on the waistband. He sat in the middle of the bed, resting his back against the headboard, and gently pulled her across his lap on her tummy.

“All right, young lady…”

“Connor, please…’

“No… don’t start. You’re getting a spanking because my good girl has better manners than this.”

“But…”

“Yes, ma’am… your butt indeed.”

With that he peppered her bare backside with smacks of his hand. He started off with a moderate pace, and then increased the intensity… sometimes smacking repeatedly in the same spot, and others alternating cheeks. Despite her squirming and whimpering… and the usual promises to be good, he got a good, deep pink to her cute little cheeks, and there was a good heat to them as well.

As the whimpering gave way to tears, and Jenny relaxed on his lap and let those tears flow, Connor stopped the slaps to her cheeks, and transitioned into a slow, soothing, loving rub. As her sobs diminished, Connor rolled her beneath him, and asked her in a husky voice, "Who do you belong to, Jenny, my little Sugardoll?"

As he thoroughly buried himself inside her… to the hilt… filling her completely… she gasped, arching her back, "I belong to you, Connor…"

“Don’t you ever forget that,” he hissed in her ear as he slid out of her, and plunged back in. “You are MINE.”

Jenny gasped and arched her back, pressing her body against her husband’s. “Ahhhhh….. Connor…”

“I will always protect you, and I would raze heaven and earth searching for you if someone took you,” he said as he claimed his wife… filling her, his mouth on hers, sealing his love for her in a deep, sensual kiss. Over and over their bodies met…. And they came at the same time…. Their orgasms bonding them even closer together.

Jenny smiled a content, sated smile, and whispered softly, “I love you, Daddy…”

“I love you too, my Sugardoll…. Now go to sleep.”

Jenny curled into the arms of her loving husband, her “Daddy”, her Dom…. Her whole life. With her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of his heart beating…. She was sure it was in unison with her own.