I got home from work a little early, excited by the upcoming session. Joni would be coming from her own job but her character would be coming home after an evening out with friends. She sauntered in not long after I had finished my very minimal preparations.

I was sitting on the sofa when she arrived already in character. “Hi, daddy.”

“Were you out with your friends now?” I asked and she nodded guiltily. “How much time did you spend looking for work today?” She looked even more guilty.

“Not much today but I’ll make up for it tomorrow,” she offered.

“I think you need a reminder of your promise to spend at least four hours everyday on your job hunt,” I countered.

“No, daddy, please. I don’t need a reminder,” Joni pleaded.

She caught sight of the sand timer on the coffee table. Besides opening a bottle of Syrah, it was the only other preparation. Recently, I had purchased a set of three timers on Amazon - with durations of one, three and five minutes. They were color-coded and Joni seemed to breathe a sigh of relief that this was just the one minute version. We both reveled in sessions that interleaved impact and recovery as was my intent for tonight’s festivities.

“Get over my knee, young lady,” I scolded. She pouted and balked until I threatened, “Shall I start with the belt.” I began to unbuckle my bridle leather belt that we had both felt numerous times. It was incredibly effective at getting the recipients full attention. She quickly draped herself over my knee. She was wearing a soft, pleated skirt that I lifted to reveal her panty-clad bottom. I hooked a finger in the waistband of the cream panties at each hip and she cooperatively lifted to aid in the process. I loved the few moments right before commencing a spanking - seeing my blank target, almost quivering in anticipation. “Turn over the timer,” I ordered and began to spank.

When the sand emptied, she called, “Time, time, time…” and I paused. She turned the timer over to measure a minute for her bottom and my hand to recover. I let my hand graze across the noticeably warm and pink cheeks and then began to swat when the sand emptied again and she hurriedly reset the timer. After the third cycle, I felt her right hand side underneath her body and began to manually address her arousal. Since her hand was busy, I leaned forward and dealt with the timer. After the fourth cycle, her left hand wandered back along her body and began to knead my erection through my pants. At the fifth break, since my belt was already unbuckled, she easily opened my pants to expose my erection and began to stroke it directly.

We continued on, with me obeying the sand timer to define spank and recovery periods so her ministrations could continue uninterrupted. During the ninth rest period, I felt a change in her body and a quickening of her breathing before she grunted and then cried out. I waited maybe an extra thirty seconds before turning the timer over for the tenth and final round of spanking. When the last sand fell, I stopped and admired the results of my efforts. Her adorable ass was almost thoroughly red. She lay still for a few moments and then slid off my lap to kneel on the floor. “Thank you, daddy,” she declared before bending forward and giving the head of my cock a lick, then a kiss before devouring it completely. It did not take her long to bring me to fruition and ingest my release. She pulled back with a smile and said, “Yum”

She stood, letting her panties fall and then stepped out of them. She returned a few moments later with the wine and sat beside me, tracing a finger along my still twitching penis as we sipped the Syrah.