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"There will never be anyone else."

"Never, Mistress."

"Okay, you can get off my lap, now," she said, giving me a light pat, which itself caused a little explosion of pain. "Stay on your belly, though."

Once again, she reached into the bedside table. This time she brought out a jar of cold cream. I winced as she began to dab it on my sore, red butt and thighs. We had learned some time ago that, if she didn't apply something after a beating, it took me much longer to heal.

When she was done, she covered me with a sheet. Then, she leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You took your spanking well, slave. I believe you when you say you'll be faithful to me. Tomorrow morning I may give you a reward. Now, go to sleep." I gave a happy nod and closed my eyes. She settled herself beside me. A few minutes later, I heard her deep, even breathing. My butt was so hot and painful, that I couldn't go to sleep for a while. All the same, I felt very loved. I knew that Alicia and I belonged together.

* * *

The next morning, I awoke first, as usual, and got out of bed to make coffee. I had forgotten momentarily about the hard beating I had gotten the night before, so the pain I felt when I tried to move came as a bit of a surprise. Still, I slipped out of bed, put on a tee shirt, and stumbled painfully into the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and hair, and wash my face.

I made coffee and stood at the table, reading the paper, while it perked. From the dining room, I listened for Alicia to stir. I poured coffee quietly, and read for a while longer. When I had finished my first cup, I peeked into the bedroom. She was still in bed, but her eyes were open.

"Good morning," I said cheerfully.

"Good morning," she said. "How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to drink a cup of coffee," I replied. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please." She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She was dressed in white cotton panties and an oversized pullover, not her usual flannel nightgown. I watched her butt wiggle as she walked across the room. "What are you looking at?" she asked, smiling at me.

"Oh, nothing. I was just admiring you, that's all."

"Silly boy. You think that just because you took a good, hard spanking last night, that you are totally forgiven for flirting with that young thing. Well, we'll see about that. Go get my coffee, and bring it back here. And don't put on any underwear. I want to examine you." She closed the door.

I made us both coffee, and took the cups into the bedroom. Alicia was sitting up in the bed. "Did you bring the paper?" she asked.

Of course, I hadn't. I had to turn around and go get it from the dining room. When I got back, she was smiling at me again. "Do I put you through a lot, Phillip?"

"Not really," I answered. "No more than what most women put their men through. Except for the spanking, I mean."

She had brushed her hair. Her eyes sparkled. "I'm very happy with you, Phillip. Come, get in bed with me." She patted the bed beside her. I slid in. She took the coffee cup out of my hand, set it carefully on the bedside table, took me in her arms, and kissed me. I kissed her back ardently, swept up once again in her strong desire. Alicia's kisses were worth all the spankings in the world.

We broke the kiss long enough for me to whisper, "You are my mistress and my lover. I am yours forever. You can do whatever you want with me, and I'll remain loyal. But, Mistress, you must promise me something."

"What is that, Phillip?"

"Please don't ever send me away. I mean, even if something should happen, and you should get another man, just don't send me away. Alicia, you are it for me."

"Phillip, I'll never send you away. We are together now, and nothing is going to separate us."

I hugged her fiercely. It is hard to imagine what it is like to completely pledge yourself, body and soul, to someone. Alicia and I not only shared a relationship, I truly felt that each of us had found our perfect mate. We filled a niche in each other's life.

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