The Kitchen Utensil

Birthday Spanking

My wife Myrtle and I have been married for over 30 years. By the time her 25th birthday rolled around, we had only been together a little over four months. At the time we were living about 90 minutes away from each other. We would see each other once or twice a week for very enthusiastic sexual encounters. There might have been trips to the theater, meals out, etc. but we never got together without bumping uglies. Sex was always included on the itinerary. We were, after all, in our twenties and both as horny as you would expect at that age.

So when she turned a quarter of a century old, in addition to her significant birthday haul, I received a present from her. It took the form of her crawling over my lap for an appropriate number of swats.

She wasn't even my fiance at the time, but was well aware of my kink. Her willingness to indulge me meant the world to me. I would almost always give her a smack or two during coitus. She knew it made me happy, and would wiggle her butt to encourage me. Although we had discussed that we both had been spanked as a form of punishment as children, she had never before voluntarily initiated receiving a spanking.

I had been looking forward to the moment she would take her place over my knee, since she had purred the suggestion into my ear the week before. "Bill," she said, "would you like to give me a birthday spanking?"

The time finally arrived and she made herself as comfortable as she could. I went to work to steal her peaceful, easy feeling from her. I only used my bare hand on her bare ass, but didn't in any way go soft on her. I was mesmerized by my task and was enjoying the impact, and hypnotic smacking sound. I was enthralled by the way her flesh bounced back but took on such a rosy glow after each strike to her buttocks.

Given my engrossment, she was charged with keeping count and essentially begged me to take a break after the first 15 swats. Given my highly aroused state, it seemed to her an obvious transition to slide her body down and engage in a bout of fellatio. That ended with her getting a mouthful of jizz. What a gal. I knew, then and there, this one's a keeper!

I offered to postpone the remainder until our next rendezvous, but she insisted on finishing what we had started. She said, "let's just get this over with. I'm afraid if I wait until we meet again I may be tempted to back out on my promise."

I gave her ten more, plus the obligatory one to grow on, of course. She told me she never wanted me to spank her that hard again.

Well that goes without saying. Next time it will be much harder. But, I kept that thought to myself. All she demanded in exchange for indulging my fantasies was lots of kisses and cuddles.