He watches as the first flush of redness slowly blossoms on her skin. The little lopsided grin she likes so much clear on his face as he brings his right arm back again and down strongly on the other side.
Her sharp intake of breath makes his eyes close for a split second, it's a sound he loves to hear, a sound he loves to cause, a sound that makes his heart race.
He pauses, then moves along the bed. He reaches out and strokes her face. Her eyes are closed but she smiles at his soft touch, he gives her pain and comfort, the perfect blend.
There are no words spoken, no need for words, they know one another so well. He trails his fingertips up over her shoulder, and down her back, nails digging just a little as she arches up to meet his touch.
Then another resounding slap fills the air as his hand comes down once more. Several impacts then in quick succession, her risen cheeks now red, hot. She wriggles a little, side to side, her breath coming in short gasps as she processes the sensations filling her body, calming her mind.
More follow, grouped in twos and threes, with pauses between each set, some long, some hardly there at all. He gently strokes her cheeks, feels the heat he has made. His hand slowly edges lower until he feels the wetness on his fingertips. She lets out a soft moan and her body relaxes, eager for his touch. But it is fleeting, a tease. She will feel that touch, and so much more, but not yet.
In the silence that follows she knows he is looking at her, knows that his pale blue eyes are devouring every inch of her naked body. It makes her squirm just a little, uncomfortable to be under such scrutiny. But she also knows that he loves every curve of her body, every slight imperfection that makes her unique. It is her gift to him, she is his, completely.