Hurry Home, Babe

I miss my husband so much. Okay, so he has only been gone for six hours and he is only at work and will be hoom soon. But I still miss him. I just want to be in his arms being held tight. I want him snuggling with me and nuzzling my neck. I want him to take charge and for me to just submit.
We had such a nice weekend. We hid out as much as possible in our bedroom. It was raining. We still had to parent and take care of the kids. But we had a few moments of an empty house. Yet is some ways, it seems like we spent the entire weekend together. It is all I can think of right now. It felt so good to be with him.
We did have a few spankings.
My wonderful friend Sarah, sent my husband a nice big ol' lexan paddle. Our implements have all been OTK, so this new paddle was quite an experience.
I wasn't in trouble, This spanking was more of an establishing of roles, reaffirming or reconnecting. It was a bonding time. He laid me down across the bed and spanked me. He pushed me hard. Asking questions and telling me his feelings. And he kept spanking me, reaffirming who is in charge, who loves me and who is taking care of me. And when I couldn't take any more, he pushed farther. Finally he stopped. He held me in his arms, always amazed at how I can be so strong during a spanking.
And then it happened, I burst into tears. I clung to my husband and he held me tight. He comforted me with kind words, telling me how much he loves me and appreciates me.
We don't have the type of relationship, where I get in trouble a lot. If I need or want a spanking, my husband is always quick to oblige. We enjoy spankings and sometimes bondage in the bedroom, so it is rare that I ever feel like I need him to spank.
But with this spanking he just gave, we felt the connection, the strength and the power of each others role in our marriage. I love my husband unconditionally. He is the man I chose to marry and the man I chose to have children with. He is the man I intent to spend the rest of my life with. And he is the man I hope my sons will emulate when they are men.
I wish that we were still wrapped in our little coccoon of a bed. I can still feel his arms around me and his quiet yet dominant voice. I want to show my love for him.
I have done all my work, the kids are where they are supposed to be and dinner is being prepared. I have worked hard, even doing extra just to make him happy. 
I asked him to come home early and to hurry home. He laughs and tells me he will be home soon.

Hurry home babe, I miss you.