Birthday Spanking

My 25th birthday was a month away, so I figured it wasn’t too early to start dropping hints. I didn’t want a repeat of previous birthdays, when my boyfriends got me things like blenders and toaster ovens. Shit, if I had wanted a complete set of household appliances, I would have gotten married. In any case, I clipped some jewelry advertisements from women’s magazines and hung them up on the refrigerator with heart-shaped magnets. If my boyfriend Mike noticed them, he gave no sign of it. So I hung up some more ads, as well as a big wall calendar, with my birthday circled in red ink. Still nothing.

So one night I cuddled up to him on the sofa and, slipping a hand into his jeans, flat-out asked him what he was getting me. Mike’s cock swelled to life under my touch, but he grumbled,
"If you don’t stop pestering me about your damn birthday, woman, I’m going to give your ass a good spanking!" I giggled.
Mike talks tough, but he’s a sweetie at heart.

I continued to manhandle his cock until it was all but bursting from his fly. He lifted his ass off the sofa so I could pull down his jeans, which left his prick right where I wanted it. I wrapped my lips around his cock head and sucked for a few minutes, then pulled back and said,
"Just give me on little hint."
Mike sighed and pulled me forward so that I was lying facedown across his lap. He flipped up my skirt, and then hooked a finger under the waistband of my panties.
" I told you what would happen if you kept on bugging me," he said, and yanked my undies off. "Oh Mike, stop teasing." I wriggled around on his lap so that his throbbing hard-on pressed against my belly. His cock head was slick with pre-cum, and several more drops oozed out against my bare flesh.
"You must really want a spanking," he said.
"I just want to know what my birthday present is. One little hint, pretty please?"
Mike didn’t say anything, just bent over my exposed backside.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull his belt from his jeans. Two seconds later he was holding the thick leather against my bare butt.
"Are you going to keep making a pest of yourself?" he asked.
"Are you going to keep teasing me?" was my smartass reply.
"No, I guess not."
And raising his arm high, he brought the belt down hard. The leather bit into my tender flesh, catching both cheeks at once. I howled and tried to wriggle away, but Mike placed one hand on the small of my back. That was all he needed to keep me in place. Up till that moment I’d never realized how much stronger he was than me. I had never had a real spanking but Mike seemed determined to teach me a lesson.

The belt slapped down across my ass in measured but merciless strokes. The first two swats brought tears to my eyes, but then something strange happened. The fire in my ass spread to my pussy, making my clit burn too. The lashes still hurt like hell, but now the pain had turned to pleasure. I began to buck my hips so that my clit bumped against Mike’s cock with every stinging stroke.

After twenty hard swats, Mike tossed away his belt and pushed me off his lap. I cried out when my whipped ass connected with the rough carpet. Then Mike came down on top of me. My poor, punished ass felt like it was on fire and he was pounding his cock into my pussy with hard, savage thrusts. I have never had such a ruthless fuck. Hell, I’d never seen this side of Mike. I felt like a complete stranger was screwing me. Not that I wasn’t enjoying it, mind you. Quite the contrary. My legs wrapped around his waist, I screamed obscenities as his cock stabbed my depths.

I came like a stampede of runaway horsed, my legs kicking, my nails scratching red welts on Mike’s shoulders. But that was only fair, considering the welts he’d left on my behind! I just can’t wait to see what he got me for my birthday!

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