A Happy Birthday

I've been promising to share last week's birthday spanking and I finally got around to finishing the account. Here's what happened, as a stream of consciousness narrative.

Whack!	Ow! That first swat is harder than I expected.
Whack!	My lover’s stiff palm again makes contact with my taut flesh.
Whack!	This isn’t quite the birthday spanking I had imagined.
Whack!	The readers voted for a hand spanking.
Whack!	I figured I would be draped across Randy’s lap.
Whack!	I pictured something a bit more intimate. In fact, I envisioned something downright sensual.
Whack!	But here I am, standing, bent over in the middle of the bedroom.
Whack!	Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!
Whack!	Yes, I know spankings are supposed to hurt, but yeow!
Whack!	His hand feels just like a paddle as he spanks me.
Whack!	He must be applying his full force into each swat.
Whack!	I don’t think he expected to be using his hand when he proposed that reader poll.
Whack!	He usually chooses either a big wooden paddle or a nasty brush for birthday celebrations.
Whack!	He’s really targeting my sit-spots.
Whack!	The spanks are getting harder, if that’s possible.
Whack!	Ooooo. He’s really laying into me now.
Whack!	But, you know, I rather like that burning, tingling sensation.
Whack!	It’s been way too long since he really spanked me good and hard.
Whack!	Wow!
Whack!	He told me that he originally wanted to try this spanking outside.
Whack!	Rain, unfortunately, had changed his plans.
Whack!	He has placed his hand on the small of my back, both to steady me and to ensure I can’t back away from the coming blow.
Whack!	He always has to try to surprise me, and he usually does.
Whack!	This year, neither the implement nor the locale were a surprise.
Whack!	But the position and the way he has conducted the spanking surely was.
Whack!	He definitely knows how to make it burn.
Whack!	His pace is steady and deliberate.
Whack!	He’s a sexy man and I’m glad he’s mine.
Whack!	I think I’m about ready to be done with this part and get on with the lovemaking.
Whack!	I wonder how many more years we’ll be able to continue this ritual.
Whack!	I don’t ever want to quit. There’s something deliciously formal about it.
Whack!	The rules are always the same – one swat per year.
Whack!	No matter whose birthday it is, he gives and I receive.
Whack!	I’ll bet his hand hurts too.
Whack!	He always claims, as he reaches for a paddle, that my bottom is a lot harder than his hand.
Whack!	But there’s no paddle tonight, or at least, not so far.
Whack!	Birthday spankings sure take a lot longer than they used to!
Whack!	I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow.
Whack!	I’ll probably want to stand all day.
Whack!	This really hurts!
Whack!	We have to be nearly finished.
Whack!	How come I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing and he’s fully dressed?
Whack!	All of a sudden, I feel cold. OK, parts of me feel cold.
Whack!	Eeeeek!
Whack!	Spankings make me feel very submissive.
Whack!	It’s hard to hold the position this long.
Whack!	I have to imagine that my poor rear is bright red by now.
Whack!	One thing about Randy’s hand is that my skin doesn’t go numb the way it can sometimes with a heavy paddle.
Whack!	Are we done yet?

…And then there was one to grow on. Randy retrieved from our closet the dreaded Mother of All Paddles. I figured that accursed plank would have to make an appearance. Though banned as inhumane for everyday spanking activities, Randy still drags it out once each year. That day, it seems, is at hand.

Rather than just getting on with it, Randy felt the need to tease. He rubbed the sanded hardwood against my already toasted cheeks. He tapped a few times before resuming his rubbing.

“All right already!” I moaned. I didn’t really want a gigantic swat, but I was sick of waiting.

BOOM! The sound reverberated off of the walls and the force of the impact nearly pushed me over. I raised myself to a standing position, all the while vigorously rubbing my bare, punished bottom with both hands. That swat hurt even more than I remembered. OK, I was now thoroughly and completely spanked. If last colossal whack was one to grow on, I should soon be an Amazon.

Randy hugged me and again wished me a happy birthday. When we separated, we moved to the bed where he made ensured my birthday happiness. He quickly gained my full attention with his darting tongue. As I was situated on my back, he lapped and flicked my pleasure nub. Already aroused by his slow, ritualistic spanking, I soon found myself writhing with unbounded pleasure.

Just as I began to settle back to Earth, Randy climbed atop me and we joined. I wrapped my arms around his strong torso as he drove home his message of love. It felt wonderful to be one flesh again, grinding in unison toward our common joy. He left me breathless and profoundly satisfied.

This was a fine birthday. I might say it was unconventional, were that not true of most such celebrations at our house. We have a lot of fun with birthdays. They mark another good year for which we can be grateful. A very good year...

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