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“Good morning, mistress,” I smiled, setting the silver covered
tray down on the bed. I
leaned forward and kissed Collette sweetly, welcoming her to the new day. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you,” she smiled. I
watched as she sat up and positioned herself against the headboard, the
bed sheets falling free of her delightful breasts.
I picked up the tray and set it on her lap. I pulled the lid aside revealing the breakfast I had prepared for
her. There was a plate of
eggs and sausage, freshly squeezed orange juice and a grapefruit half as
well as a full cup of Kona blend coffee. Sitting next to the food was a large wooden paddle. Collette took a sip of her coffee, purred happily and asked, “What is
the paddle for?”
“Your birthday spanking,” I answered her question.
She laughed heartily, “I am not into pain.”
I laughed with her; “I want to take your spanking for you.”
She smiled happily, “you do?”
I nodded.
“Convince me.”
I dropped to my knees and lowered myself down until I was on my
hands and knees. I was naked,
my customary outfit when I was home. As Collette ate her breakfast I began to wiggle my naked ass at her,
“please, mistress,” I begged, “Please spank me. I want you to spank me. Please
let me take your birthday spankings. Please.” I choked on the words, “I need you to spank me.” My voice was thick, straining to convince her that I wanted her to
administer her spankings on me.
Collette continued eating, watching me shake my ass as an inviting
target and listening to me plead for her to spank me. “Please, oh please,” I repeated the words again and again.
Collette swallowed and smiled, “let me finish eating and then, yes,
you can have my spanking.”
“Thank you, mistress,” I smiled happily.
Collette stood above me holding the paddle clutched in her right hand. “I want you to count for me, and thank me, and ask for the next
one. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” I said nervously.
The paddle fell and pushed me forwards, rocking me on my hands and
knees. I hissed, sucking in a
breath of wet air through clenched teeth. The sound of the paddle striking my ass was deafening in the small
bedroom. “One, thank you,
mistress,” I said, breathing heavily, “may I have the next one,
please.”
“Yes, Dennis,” she breathed, her excitement growing.
The paddle fell again and I groaned under the blow, “two, thank
you, mistress,” I said, harder this time, “may I please have the next
one.”
“Of course you can,” she said.
Again and again the paddle fell, Collette alternating which punished
cheek of my ass received the next stinging blow. After each blow I struggled to my kneeling positing, shifting my
body to allow Collette to continue. Collette
was breathing heavily, her sex wet with pleasure. She was excited, watching my body rock under her blows, and hearing
my voice beg for the next painful stroke aroused her.
“Thank you, mistress,” I croaked, “may I have the last one,
please.” My breathing was
strained, coming in ragged bursts.
“Yes, Dennis.”
She brought the paddle down one last time, the blow harder than all
the rest and I gritted my teeth as I fell forward, moaning in pain. The last blow let me know that Collette had been pulling the
rest, knowing the pain that the paddling would cause. “Thank you, mistress,” I said behind wet eyes.
Collette reached down and pulled me to the bed. “Eat me,” she hissed, pulling my face between her parted
thighs.
She was wet, her excitement evident. The paddling had aroused her and with my ass flaming I leaned into
her sex, my tongue extended. I
parted her tender folds with my tongue and lapped at her excitement,
savoring her taste. I played my tongue over her moistness, her heated
moans spurring me on.
My tongue flicked across her clit and she bucked in ecstasy. I brought two fingers up and inserted them into her pussy,
pistoning them in and out as my tongue continued its ministrations against
her clit. Her moans of
pleasure turned into shouts of encouragement. She grabbed my hair and held me against her sex as she came
noisily, her fingers pulling at my hair. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to crash through her body like
a tidal wave, the paddling having aroused her immensely.
“Very good,” she breathed, her breasts heaving.
I smiled, kissing her pussy with tender lips. “Happy birthday.” |