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My boyfriend had been asking me for weeks what I wanted for my upcoming birthday. After a few pleading attempts to at least give him a clue as to what I might like, I finally got up the courage to ask for something that I had been wanting for quite some time. A spanking. I told him that I wanted a birthday spanking, an actual spanking. Not just a few passionate swats during sex. I wanted him to give me an actual punishment.
I had only been spanked a handful of times as a kid but for as long as I could remember I’d fantasized about spankings in an erotic way. I’d experimented with bed restraints and whips with an ex-boyfriend but only in a playful kind of way during sex.
I had always longed to be put over someone’s lap and given a real spanking.
My Twenty-Fourth birthday fell on a Friday and we decided to a have a small dinner party to celebrate and then go out for a few drinks. I had taken a half day from work to get ready for the party. I was in the kitchen around 4 o’clock working on the dinner when my boyfriend came home early to surprise me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered into my ear, “You've been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
I could feel my body immediately respond to his touch and seductive tone. I felt goosebumps rise instantly and a rush of heat between my legs.
“What happens to naughty girls, darling?” His lips barely brushing my ear.
I hesitated. “They’re punished?” I said quietly and a bit uncertainly.
“You’re damn right,” he said forcefully. “Now what do you deserve my dear? And you’ll need to speak up.”
“I think I deserve a spanking?” I responded, my body flushing from head to toe.
“You think? Or you know?” He scooped the wooden spoon out of the utensil holder on the counter next to us.
“I know,” I said a bit louder.
“Ask me,” he commanded.
“Will you please spank me?” I was embarrassed and beginning to regret my request.
CRACK
He smacked my ass with the wooden spoon. “Are you forgetting something?”
“Will you please spank me, sir?” I tried again, feeling the dampness growing between my thighs.
CRACK
He hit me again. “Good girl.”
He pushed my upper body over the counter so I was bent slightly at the hips and my form fitting dress was pulled taught across my backside.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
I could feel the sting of the wooden spoon through the dress and was surprised that the material didn't offer more protection from the implement.
“Now it’s your twenty-fourth birthday today so I think that will be the magic number for the evening. How does that sound, baby?” His voice was low and deep, so seductive and authoritative.
“That sounds perfect,” I practically moaned back to him.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
A volley of spanks landed sharply on my ass and I squirmed in discomfort.
“That sounds perfect, SIR. I will not remind you again. Is that clear?” He barked. His change of tone frightening but also exciting me.
“Yes, sir. That is very clear, sir.” I responded quickly. My panties were growing very damp.
I kept track in my head and he gave me exactly twenty-four spanks with the spoon before releasing my lower back. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought a spanking would but it certainly turned me on like I thought it would.
“Alright, it’s time for your spanking now,” he said as he spun me around to face him.
The confusion on my face prompted laughter from him. “Oh sweetheart, you didn't think that was your spanking did you?”
I swallowed. “No, of course not, sir.”
He led me into the dining room, where he pulled out a chair and sat down. He had me remove my dress and lay across his lap in just my underwear.
It was an awkward position being that I wasn’t a small child, so I didn’t exactly fit over his knee comfortably. My long limbs reached the floor and my ass was popping upward, perfectly presented for my spanking it seemed. My embarrassment came back again briefly, but quickly faded as he began to rub my already stinging ass with his strong hands. It felt so good.
“I want to make sure you feel this for the rest of the night. I want you to be thinking about me all through dinner when you’re sitting on this hard chair and making small talk with our guests.” His threatening words turned me on even more.
“We don’t want these sexy little panties to get in the way of your punishment though do we?” He whispered evilly as he pulled my lace panties down to my thighs. I was getting wetter by the second and he was definitely going to be able to tell now that I was completely exposed.
He slipped a finger between my ass cheeks finding my wetness and I groaned with the contact. “It seems you are enjoying your punishment, you naughty, naughty girl. You certainly need to be taught a lesson. How many are you going to get, Birthday Girl?” He asked.
“Twenty-four, sir,” I responded confidently. I was starting to enjoy the situation I had put myself in.
“On each cheek,” he said squeezing both of them.
“Twenty-four on each cheek, sir.”
He began to spank me hard. Alternating cheeks, working his way from the top of my ass down to the top of my thighs and then back up again. His hand hurt a lot more than the wooden spoon. It didn’t seem like he was holding back at all. He wasn’t even half way through and I was squirming from pain but I was also panting from pleasure.
“If you don’t hold still, we’ll have to start all over again,” He warned. I focused on staying still across his lap.
“That’s a good girl.” I loved the way that sounded. I suddenly realized that I wanted to please him. I thought I had just wanted to be punished and know what a real spanking felt like but I realized I also wanted to please him. I could tell he was enjoying my spanking too because I could feel his erection growing, pressing into my lower stomach.
He suddenly crossed one of his legs over the other thrusting my ass higher into the air. He gave me the last ten right on my sit spot. I started to whimper a bit but tried to remain as quiet as I could. The bare bottom spanking was embarrassing enough, I didn't want to cry too.
When he was done my ass was throbbing and my pussy was dripping. I remained over his lap panting and trying to catch my breath. He started rubbing my sore ass cheeks again. His finger quickly found my clit and I let out a little gasp as he started working circles around my little button. When the first wave of my orgasm hit me I was surprised, I’d never come that quickly before from just a little rubbing.
I think he was surprised too, and he slipped two fingers inside of me and started pumping them in and out slowly at first but then rapidly. I started moaning and pushing my ass into him keeping with his rhythm. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. Then I added, “Please, sir.”
In one quick motion, he lifted me off his lap and laid me on my back on the table. I quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He pulled them down and was inside me in an instant. “My God, you are wet!” He exclaimed. “I think I’ll have to punish you more often,” he said wickedly.
“Yes, please,” I said as I pulled him toward me and kissed him hard, our tongues searching the other’s mouth. He picked up speed and started pounding into me, my hips reaching up to meet his every thrust.
I felt another orgasm building and was pushed over the edge when he stroked my clit with the pad of his thumb. I cried out as I climaxed around him. He pumped into me a few more times before he climaxed as well and collapsed on top of me. We were both panting, our chests heaving and then we both started to laugh softly.
“God that was hot,” he said as he kissed me.
I smiled. “We’d better get ready for our guests. They’ll be here soon,” I said.
A little while later I was briefly alone in the kitchen refilling some wine glasses and bringing out more appetizers when my boyfriend came in.
He slapped my ass and I jolted from the sting on my sore rear. “Your birthday spanking isn't over yet,” he whispered with a wink. I could feel my face reddening and that familiar excitement between my legs.
“It isn't?” I couldn't help keep the excitement out of my voice.
“You better behave during dinner,” he said menacingly and then kissed me lovingly.
I loved the tenderness I felt in my ass when we sat down for dinner. The soft aching all night was a constant reminder of my earlier punishment.
“I just love your new table,” one of my friends said admiringly.
My boyfriend and I smirked at each other. “Thank you. We do too!” I said.
The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, good food and then drinks at a nearby bar with our friends. By the time we got home I was feeling great, not too drunk but just right. He had been affectionate and playful all night, his hands constantly somewhere on my body. A few times he had slipped his hands up my dress or given me a swat on my sore butt.
When we got back to our apartment, he wrapped his hands around my waist and he pulled me close. “Are you ready to continue your birthday celebration?” he asked seductively into my ear. I nodded and kissed him.
“Get in the bedroom, take off your dress and wait next to the bed by the nightstand for me,” he ordered. “I want to see you in your new lingerie.” He had given me new white lace lingerie that morning and asked me to wear them for dinner.
I quickly did as he said. He came in a few minutes later with another small gift box, which he placed on the bed.
“You look gorgeous,” he said in a low voice as he came close. He started kissing my neck and worked his way to my shoulder. He slipped one of my bra straps off and kissed my shoulder gently. He cupped my breasts through the thin lace fabric and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, which responded immediately to his touch. “God I love your breasts,” he said as he bent down to kiss each one. He pulled them out of the bra and sucked and nibbled gently on each nipple. My body shivered in response. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra as he continued to fondle and kiss my breasts. The bra fell to the floor and he knelt down. His hands slid down my back to grasp my ass cheeks, squeezing firmly, while he kissed his way down my stomach to the top of my panties. I ran my hands through his hair as he gently tugged my panties down my thighs and helped me step out of them. He put his lips against my pussy and kissed my lips. His tongue darted out to meet my clit and I moaned with pleasure.
He slowly turned me around to face the side of the bed. He started kissing his way back up my body from behind. He moved from the top of my thighs, to my ass cheeks, to my lower back, up to my shoulder blades, ending at my neck.
He whispered in my ear, “Open your gift.”
I opened the small gift box and was surprised to find a small butt plug. It was sleek and black with a curved handle-like end. He had explored my back door with his fingers on many occasions and he knew how much I enjoyed it. But I was nervous to put an object up there, and a little embarrassed by how much he knew I liked the butt play.
“I don’t know about this, honey,” I said hesitantly.
He immediately spanked me, very hard. “I’m in charge tonight. You’ll do what I say and if there is any reluctance you will be very sorry,” he said firmly.
I looked at him for a few moments before I nodded in agreement. “Yes, sir.”
He bent me over the side of the bed and then went around to the other side where he pulled out our under the bed restraints, which I had yet to convince him to use. He loosened them considerably so they would reach my hands from across the width of the bed. He secured my wrists tightly.
He came back to me and moved my feet to widen my stance. He took the lube off of the nightstand and picked up my new gift. I felt him slide a lubricated finger between my cheeks and started rubbing and teasing my asshole. Then I felt the tip of the butt plug pressing into me. I left out a small gasp as he slowly eased it inside of me.
He slipped two fingers inside my pussy and started stroking me. He twisted the butt plug while he continued to finger me and my toes curled from the pleasure.
“You like that, baby?” He asked from behind me.
“Yesss,” I purred back. But his fingers disappeared.
“Please don’t stop,” I whined.
“There will be more of that later. But first we need to finish that spanking I promised you,” he said as he slapped my ass a few times. It felt weird and arousing with the butt plug in. Each blow pushed and moved it inside of me. The stinging from the spanking earlier had faded and I found that I missed that heat in my ass. I was looking forward to the next part of my punishment. I pushed my ass toward him asking for more.
“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured. “We’ll see how much you enjoy this part.” He spanked me a few more times before moving over to the closet. “Now I’m going to let you have some choice in your punishment.” He presented a riding crop and a small wooden paddle. “You can choose from one of these or the belt I’m wearing.”
I loved the idea of watching him unbuckle the belt he’d been wearing all night, slide it through the belt loops and then use it on my ass.
“Oh the belt, please!” I asked hopefully.
He made two quick strides over to me and whipped me with the crop 3 times. I yelped in surprise. I could feel the stinging stripes across my ass.
“What did I tell you about addressing me?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry, I won’t forget again, sir. May I please have the belt, sir,” I corrected.
He moved back to my left side so I could see him again. “Yes, you may. And you won’t forget again anytime soon, after I’m done with you.”
My stomach clenched uneasily but my pussy was as wet as ever. “I need to be taught a lesson, sir.”
I loved the sound of him removing his belt. I loved watching him double the thick leather over. “This time you’ll be counting aloud,” he said as he raised the belt toward my ass….
I had only been spanked a handful of times as a kid but for as long as I could remember I’d fantasized about spankings in an erotic way. I’d experimented with bed restraints and whips with an ex-boyfriend but only in a playful kind of way during sex.
I had always longed to be put over someone’s lap and given a real spanking.
My Twenty-Fourth birthday fell on a Friday and we decided to a have a small dinner party to celebrate and then go out for a few drinks. I had taken a half day from work to get ready for the party. I was in the kitchen around 4 o’clock working on the dinner when my boyfriend came home early to surprise me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered into my ear, “You've been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
I could feel my body immediately respond to his touch and seductive tone. I felt goosebumps rise instantly and a rush of heat between my legs.
“What happens to naughty girls, darling?” His lips barely brushing my ear.
I hesitated. “They’re punished?” I said quietly and a bit uncertainly.
“You’re damn right,” he said forcefully. “Now what do you deserve my dear? And you’ll need to speak up.”
“I think I deserve a spanking?” I responded, my body flushing from head to toe.
“You think? Or you know?” He scooped the wooden spoon out of the utensil holder on the counter next to us.
“I know,” I said a bit louder.
“Ask me,” he commanded.
“Will you please spank me?” I was embarrassed and beginning to regret my request.
CRACK
He smacked my ass with the wooden spoon. “Are you forgetting something?”
“Will you please spank me, sir?” I tried again, feeling the dampness growing between my thighs.
CRACK
He hit me again. “Good girl.”
He pushed my upper body over the counter so I was bent slightly at the hips and my form fitting dress was pulled taught across my backside.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
I could feel the sting of the wooden spoon through the dress and was surprised that the material didn't offer more protection from the implement.
“Now it’s your twenty-fourth birthday today so I think that will be the magic number for the evening. How does that sound, baby?” His voice was low and deep, so seductive and authoritative.
“That sounds perfect,” I practically moaned back to him.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
A volley of spanks landed sharply on my ass and I squirmed in discomfort.
“That sounds perfect, SIR. I will not remind you again. Is that clear?” He barked. His change of tone frightening but also exciting me.
“Yes, sir. That is very clear, sir.” I responded quickly. My panties were growing very damp.
I kept track in my head and he gave me exactly twenty-four spanks with the spoon before releasing my lower back. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought a spanking would but it certainly turned me on like I thought it would.
“Alright, it’s time for your spanking now,” he said as he spun me around to face him.
The confusion on my face prompted laughter from him. “Oh sweetheart, you didn't think that was your spanking did you?”
I swallowed. “No, of course not, sir.”
He led me into the dining room, where he pulled out a chair and sat down. He had me remove my dress and lay across his lap in just my underwear.
It was an awkward position being that I wasn’t a small child, so I didn’t exactly fit over his knee comfortably. My long limbs reached the floor and my ass was popping upward, perfectly presented for my spanking it seemed. My embarrassment came back again briefly, but quickly faded as he began to rub my already stinging ass with his strong hands. It felt so good.
“I want to make sure you feel this for the rest of the night. I want you to be thinking about me all through dinner when you’re sitting on this hard chair and making small talk with our guests.” His threatening words turned me on even more.
“We don’t want these sexy little panties to get in the way of your punishment though do we?” He whispered evilly as he pulled my lace panties down to my thighs. I was getting wetter by the second and he was definitely going to be able to tell now that I was completely exposed.
He slipped a finger between my ass cheeks finding my wetness and I groaned with the contact. “It seems you are enjoying your punishment, you naughty, naughty girl. You certainly need to be taught a lesson. How many are you going to get, Birthday Girl?” He asked.
“Twenty-four, sir,” I responded confidently. I was starting to enjoy the situation I had put myself in.
“On each cheek,” he said squeezing both of them.
“Twenty-four on each cheek, sir.”
He began to spank me hard. Alternating cheeks, working his way from the top of my ass down to the top of my thighs and then back up again. His hand hurt a lot more than the wooden spoon. It didn’t seem like he was holding back at all. He wasn’t even half way through and I was squirming from pain but I was also panting from pleasure.
“If you don’t hold still, we’ll have to start all over again,” He warned. I focused on staying still across his lap.
“That’s a good girl.” I loved the way that sounded. I suddenly realized that I wanted to please him. I thought I had just wanted to be punished and know what a real spanking felt like but I realized I also wanted to please him. I could tell he was enjoying my spanking too because I could feel his erection growing, pressing into my lower stomach.
He suddenly crossed one of his legs over the other thrusting my ass higher into the air. He gave me the last ten right on my sit spot. I started to whimper a bit but tried to remain as quiet as I could. The bare bottom spanking was embarrassing enough, I didn't want to cry too.
When he was done my ass was throbbing and my pussy was dripping. I remained over his lap panting and trying to catch my breath. He started rubbing my sore ass cheeks again. His finger quickly found my clit and I let out a little gasp as he started working circles around my little button. When the first wave of my orgasm hit me I was surprised, I’d never come that quickly before from just a little rubbing.
I think he was surprised too, and he slipped two fingers inside of me and started pumping them in and out slowly at first but then rapidly. I started moaning and pushing my ass into him keeping with his rhythm. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. Then I added, “Please, sir.”
In one quick motion, he lifted me off his lap and laid me on my back on the table. I quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He pulled them down and was inside me in an instant. “My God, you are wet!” He exclaimed. “I think I’ll have to punish you more often,” he said wickedly.
“Yes, please,” I said as I pulled him toward me and kissed him hard, our tongues searching the other’s mouth. He picked up speed and started pounding into me, my hips reaching up to meet his every thrust.
I felt another orgasm building and was pushed over the edge when he stroked my clit with the pad of his thumb. I cried out as I climaxed around him. He pumped into me a few more times before he climaxed as well and collapsed on top of me. We were both panting, our chests heaving and then we both started to laugh softly.
“God that was hot,” he said as he kissed me.
I smiled. “We’d better get ready for our guests. They’ll be here soon,” I said.
A little while later I was briefly alone in the kitchen refilling some wine glasses and bringing out more appetizers when my boyfriend came in.
He slapped my ass and I jolted from the sting on my sore rear. “Your birthday spanking isn't over yet,” he whispered with a wink. I could feel my face reddening and that familiar excitement between my legs.
“It isn't?” I couldn't help keep the excitement out of my voice.
“You better behave during dinner,” he said menacingly and then kissed me lovingly.
I loved the tenderness I felt in my ass when we sat down for dinner. The soft aching all night was a constant reminder of my earlier punishment.
“I just love your new table,” one of my friends said admiringly.
My boyfriend and I smirked at each other. “Thank you. We do too!” I said.
The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, good food and then drinks at a nearby bar with our friends. By the time we got home I was feeling great, not too drunk but just right. He had been affectionate and playful all night, his hands constantly somewhere on my body. A few times he had slipped his hands up my dress or given me a swat on my sore butt.
When we got back to our apartment, he wrapped his hands around my waist and he pulled me close. “Are you ready to continue your birthday celebration?” he asked seductively into my ear. I nodded and kissed him.
“Get in the bedroom, take off your dress and wait next to the bed by the nightstand for me,” he ordered. “I want to see you in your new lingerie.” He had given me new white lace lingerie that morning and asked me to wear them for dinner.
I quickly did as he said. He came in a few minutes later with another small gift box, which he placed on the bed.
“You look gorgeous,” he said in a low voice as he came close. He started kissing my neck and worked his way to my shoulder. He slipped one of my bra straps off and kissed my shoulder gently. He cupped my breasts through the thin lace fabric and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, which responded immediately to his touch. “God I love your breasts,” he said as he bent down to kiss each one. He pulled them out of the bra and sucked and nibbled gently on each nipple. My body shivered in response. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra as he continued to fondle and kiss my breasts. The bra fell to the floor and he knelt down. His hands slid down my back to grasp my ass cheeks, squeezing firmly, while he kissed his way down my stomach to the top of my panties. I ran my hands through his hair as he gently tugged my panties down my thighs and helped me step out of them. He put his lips against my pussy and kissed my lips. His tongue darted out to meet my clit and I moaned with pleasure.
He slowly turned me around to face the side of the bed. He started kissing his way back up my body from behind. He moved from the top of my thighs, to my ass cheeks, to my lower back, up to my shoulder blades, ending at my neck.
He whispered in my ear, “Open your gift.”
I opened the small gift box and was surprised to find a small butt plug. It was sleek and black with a curved handle-like end. He had explored my back door with his fingers on many occasions and he knew how much I enjoyed it. But I was nervous to put an object up there, and a little embarrassed by how much he knew I liked the butt play.
“I don’t know about this, honey,” I said hesitantly.
He immediately spanked me, very hard. “I’m in charge tonight. You’ll do what I say and if there is any reluctance you will be very sorry,” he said firmly.
I looked at him for a few moments before I nodded in agreement. “Yes, sir.”
He bent me over the side of the bed and then went around to the other side where he pulled out our under the bed restraints, which I had yet to convince him to use. He loosened them considerably so they would reach my hands from across the width of the bed. He secured my wrists tightly.
He came back to me and moved my feet to widen my stance. He took the lube off of the nightstand and picked up my new gift. I felt him slide a lubricated finger between my cheeks and started rubbing and teasing my asshole. Then I felt the tip of the butt plug pressing into me. I left out a small gasp as he slowly eased it inside of me.
He slipped two fingers inside my pussy and started stroking me. He twisted the butt plug while he continued to finger me and my toes curled from the pleasure.
“You like that, baby?” He asked from behind me.
“Yesss,” I purred back. But his fingers disappeared.
“Please don’t stop,” I whined.
“There will be more of that later. But first we need to finish that spanking I promised you,” he said as he slapped my ass a few times. It felt weird and arousing with the butt plug in. Each blow pushed and moved it inside of me. The stinging from the spanking earlier had faded and I found that I missed that heat in my ass. I was looking forward to the next part of my punishment. I pushed my ass toward him asking for more.
“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured. “We’ll see how much you enjoy this part.” He spanked me a few more times before moving over to the closet. “Now I’m going to let you have some choice in your punishment.” He presented a riding crop and a small wooden paddle. “You can choose from one of these or the belt I’m wearing.”
I loved the idea of watching him unbuckle the belt he’d been wearing all night, slide it through the belt loops and then use it on my ass.
“Oh the belt, please!” I asked hopefully.
He made two quick strides over to me and whipped me with the crop 3 times. I yelped in surprise. I could feel the stinging stripes across my ass.
“What did I tell you about addressing me?” he demanded.
“I’m sorry, I won’t forget again, sir. May I please have the belt, sir,” I corrected.
He moved back to my left side so I could see him again. “Yes, you may. And you won’t forget again anytime soon, after I’m done with you.”
My stomach clenched uneasily but my pussy was as wet as ever. “I need to be taught a lesson, sir.”
I loved the sound of him removing his belt. I loved watching him double the thick leather over. “This time you’ll be counting aloud,” he said as he raised the belt toward my ass….
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