A Home Made Valentine-corrected version

Good grief, the spell check did not work the first time around, this is the corrected version.

Appetizing odors wafted in from the kitchen. The table in the dining rooms was set with china and crystal for two and a bottle of Asti Spumante was chilling in a cooler.
In the middle of the table was a bud vase with lavender tulips and a heart shaped chocolate cake surrounded by strawberries.
Cindy surveyed the scene with a critical eye but could find nothing amiss. She hugged her arms around herself, oh tonight had to be perfect. It was the first Valentine's Day she was celebrating with John since they had decided to move in together. They had decided weeks ago it would be much more intimate and private to celebrate at home. Besides Cindy didn't want to share him with anyone tonight.
Before she headed back to the kitchen she surveyed herself in the hall mirror with a critical eye. Her long, wavy brown hair hung to the shoulders of her white embroidered blouse which was tucked into a sheer red skirt. She wanted to be the very picture of a Valentine when John opened the door. Her cheeks were flushed slightly from all of the effort she had put into the evening and she smiled and laughed softly as she thought about how the cheeks of her backside would match those of her face before the night was over. But, and now she giggled, so would John's.
In the kitchen she checked the lasagna she had baked, made sure the breadsticks were still warm and the salad was not wilting but still crisp and attractive. She checked the broccoli side dish she had made and sprinkled it liberally with Parmesan cheese.
As she was wiping her hands she heard a car pull into the driveway. She smoothed her hair and hurried to the door to open it. As soon as John walked up to the doorway his face broke into a smile and she eagerly hugged him tightly to her. "Happy Valentine's Day Sweetheart", she whispered.
At her words he pulled back and she could see the shock in his eyes. Then he took in her lovely outfit and the table set up in the dining room. "Oh no its not today, I was sure it was tomorrow. Oh sweetie I am so sorry, I totally blew it."
Cindy could feel tears gathering in her eyes but held them back; she knew he was under a great deal of stress at work with several projects that were quite challenging. "That's alright John, we have plenty to celebrate with and truly, all we need is each other."
He kissed her mouth gently, "Now that is about the sweetest and most understanding comment I can imagine and actually, my dear, it’s exactly what I would expect from you." He hugged her tight. "Boy does it smell good in here. Is that lasagna?" Cindy nodded enthusiastically. "You know what? For being such an angel about this disappointment, I am going to make you a Valentine card right now. Can the lasagna wait?"
"Well yes but honey its fine you don't need to do a thing. We are together and that is truly the best valentine of all."
"Nope I insist," he took her by the hand and led her to the couch. "But I will need your help and absolute cooperation."
Cindy was beginning to be a bit suspicious. "Of course I will help what you need." She started trying to remember where markers and paper might be.
John looked at her appreciatively, "First sweetheart twirl around and let me properly appreciate that lovely outfit. Why you are a living, breathing valentine. In fact I think you deserve to have this card where only you and I can see it."
Sitting down on the couch, John pulled Cindy to him. She put her hands on each side of his face and then kissed him deeply, "Oh I do love you so."
Kissing her hand he gently pulled her over his lap. Cindy giggled, "Well I sort of thought of this as more for after dinner."
"Oh no", John assured her. "I want you to have your card right now."
Cindy was mystified. My card, she thought. What was he talking about?
She felt John rub her bottom over her skirt and smiled knowing what would be coming next. He began spanking over her skirt and reassuring her that she was totally beautiful and he couldn't imagine how he got lucky enough to have such a woman to come home to. At that he lifted her skirt and continued spanking over her white silk panties covered in red hearts. Cindy moaned slightly and her bottom wiggled on his lap. "Patience my dear, I am a careful artist", John said laughing.
She felt his fingers in the waistband of her panties as he pulled them down. He rubbed the cheeks he had just turned barely pink. "You know Cindy; the color scheme is red so I don't think a pink card will work." With that he began spanking her bottom from side to side, up and down. The spanks increased in tempo and intensity before he stopped to rub her bottom once more.
Cindy closed her eyes and gave herself fully to the sensations. She whispered, "Oh please don't stop."
He leaned over to kiss one bright pink cheek and whispered back, "I won't." The spanking resumed as John's hand brightened the color of his lovely valentine card creation. "There", he said as he rubbed and caressed his art work. "The perfect shade of red." His hand slipped between Cindy's legs and he felt the dewy moisture. "And that young lady will be taken care of later." Cindy sighed and started to get off John's lap. "No sweetie not yet I have to finish the cared. He pulled something out of the pocket furthest from her, "No don’t worry this is washable."
"Wait a minute, what are you doing....washable?" John laughed and Cindy could have sworn she felt him writing on her bum.
After a few minutes he stopped, patted her bottom and pronounced the results perfect. "Now my dear, hold up your skirt, be careful walking in those panties, in fact just kick them off and take a look in the hall mirror at your Valentine card.
Cindy looked up at him in amazement, had the stress at work gotten to him after all. But she kicked off her panties and walked over to the mirror. Holding up her skirt she turned around to see an absolutely Valentine red bottom that had color only in a sort of heart shape. But what was truly amazing was that in the mirror she could read, "To my one and only Valentine, today and always. Love, John. It was written in purple body paint.
The tears she had held back started to fall but she also had a sweet smile on her face. She turned to John, "Oh thank you so much, this is the best Valentine ever. But I won't be able to keep it and you put so much work into it." As she turned around to look down she could see the words were written backwards so she could read them in the mirror. As she looked down a bright light went off and there was John, camera in hand with a big grin on his face.
"Oh yes you will get to keep it." Then he pulled a small box out of his pocket and gave it to Cindy. Inside was a beautiful cloisonné bracelet she had been admiring for some time. Now the tears truly fell and he held her close rubbing her bottom and kissing both her ears and her hair.
After a few moments he stood back a bit and announced he was hungry and it certainly was time for lasagna. Cindy reached into his pocket and pulled out the purple body paint applicator. "First things first love. Actually there is one thing I forgot." John looked around wondering what she was talking about. She giggled, took his hand and said, "In all the excitement I forgot to buy a card. So I think it would be so wrong if you didn't get a homemade card too."
John laughed and let himself be led to the couch. Yes, he thought, homemade Valentines are definitely the best.