A gift of five dimes

As suddenly as it started, the belt is gone and silence fills the room once again. Her ears strain to locate him, her mind’s eye tries in vain to locate him and guess at his next move. Then, after nearly a full minutes pause, his touch returns to her. This time, he’s behind her and his fingers are at her spine. Two warm hands trace the vertebrae under her bare flesh. Running them slowly down her body and revealing in the thin sheen of sweat forming on her skin, he carefully massages each one. Once at her lower back, his palms come to rest flat against her pale skin and he feels her, once again, leaning in to his touch.

Educated hands move slowly from the small of her back, coming to rest on the bones of her hips. Fingers begin to ascend carefully up her rib cage, dusting her with the slightest of his touch. Giggling, her body impulsively twists away from him only to be met with a sudden stinging blow to her lace covered bottom. With a smile on his face, pressing himself to her back, his hot breath in her ear, he whispers, “Don’t do that again or I shall have to give you another.”