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Alysse's Birthday (Mdom-F, S&M, spanking)
By Christopher Bottoms


**


 Alyssa caught my eye at the antique show. Although I didn't really go 
out of my way to do so, we kept running into each other, exchanging 
quick glances. She had a smile that was magical--a naughty little smile 
that meant mischief--yet so subtle she could easily deny ever having 
"lead me on."

 Yet I must confess it was those two perfect buns that caused me to give 
her a second glance. Her tight jeans left nothing to the imagination--
the curves were flawless, particularly at the "sit spot" where cheeks 
meet thighs. And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at 
that sexy "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye. I imagined the concentric 
circles of target, and what fun it would be to watch those buns wiggle 
as I smacked them! She knew exactly what she was doing.

 When I came by, she would cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, 
examining some object. She didn't look back at me until she had finished 
examining the antique.

 Once, she grabbed her knees to examine a chair closely. Sometimes she'd 
do a little "dance" while feigning interest in a piece for sale.

 While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an old 
razor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. She immediately 
reacted, and came over to the table. She took her time, stopping to 
handle an object enroute. Very nonchalant. Certainly not chasing after 
me!

 She gave me one of those glances, flashed that naughty smile, and 
asked, "What do you plan to do with that?" I was lost for words--rare 
for me! "I like leather," was my reply. We chatted briefly about 
antiques. And she mentioned that today was her birthday--she was 23.

 She looked 23, except for those eyes and that smile. They betrayed a 
depth of character hidden by her cheerleader like features. I suggested 
we have lunch after looking around a bit. She agreed, and we spent about 
an hour looking at antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one 
another's company. But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and 
although she pretended not to notice the glances I stole while she 
looked at antiques, I knew she knew.

 Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There were 
paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, I considered its 
potential application as a spanking implement. Specifically, I image 
whacking Alyssa with each.

 She picked up one paddle, almost caressing it. "I want this one," she 
said. "Why don't you buy it for me?" She sounded like a little girl. I 
couldn't believe it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Looking back, I 
couldn't help but wonder what other people thought wherein they saw me 
carrying a razor strap, and Alyssa with that paddle!

 No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't even flinch 
when I bought them both. We made our way to a restaurant, and talked 
about many things. Alyssa was a commercial artist, single, and had 
broken up with a boyfriend six months ago. She liked antiques and good 
food. Her relationships were short lived.

 "I guess I'm just a naughty girl," she explained. "No man can tame me!"

 I was going crazy. She hadn't mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be 
begging for it. I thought I'd venture carefully into the subject. A 
harmless remark she could ignore or respond to.

 "Sounds like you need a birthday spanking, Alyssa!" I ventured.

 "Hah! The last one I had was my on my 18th birthday. And you know what? 
It hurt like hell but sure turned me on!"

 That was it. No persuasion was necessary. We headed for my apartment, 
stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne. At my apartment, we started 
drinking the champagne. We laughed, talked, and told our life stories. 
Then, suddenly, her mood changed.

 Alyssa began mocking me. Her remarks were punctuated with that naughty 
smile. And as she paced around the living room, I watched her bottom 
bounce. It was time to administer the spanking her attitude and our 
fantasies deserved.

 "Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your birthday, I 
expect a modicum of respect and consideration." She repeated, in a 
mocking tone, "respect and consideration!"

 That was it. I grabbed her firmly but gently by the arm. "Alyssa, 
you've needed a good spanking for a long time, and today you're going to 
get it!"

 "I'm too big to spank!" she protested, pulling away.

 I made my move, pulling her across my lap. She pretended to resist, 
trying to protect her recalcitrant derriere with her hands. I moved them 
out of the way and held her down firmly.

 She was mine! Those gorgeous jean covered hemispheres would soon be 
bouncing to the cadence of my smacks! I decided to take my time, and 
relish each moment. She struggled less. I adjusted her position so that 
her sexy little tush was a perfect target, and we were positioned crotch 
to crotch.

 "Please don't spank me hard," she cooed. "I couldn't stand it!"

 I gently rubbed my hand over her ass, evaluating the nature of my 
target. She reflexively contracted her cheeks briefly, then relaxed them 
again. I rested my hand on her bottom, and delivered a short lecture. 
"Alyssa, you're going to get 24 spanks on the seat of your jeans, one 
for each year and one to grow on. You are to remain still, and take your 
spanking. If you resist or move, your jeans will come down, and you'll 
find out what a spanking is really all about!"

 She said nothing. I took a practice swing, stopping short of my target. 
Then, aiming for the "sit spot" prepared to deliver the first lick. 
Raising my hand, I brought it crashing down on those voluptuous melons 
with full force, adding a flick of my wrist moments before impact. 

SPANK! My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and a 
sharp "ouch!" from Alyssa. She didn't move a muscle, but waited for the 
next lick. She didn't have to wait long. Aiming for the same spot, I 
delivered the second swat. SPANK! She didn't flinch.

 I decided to up the tempo. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three quick licks to 
the left cheek! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three to the right! No reaction 
from Alyssa. "That's eight, young lady! Sixteen more to go!"

 "It tickles," she teased, wiggling her bottom seductively as if trying 
to adjust her position. That's all I needed.

 I grabbed the paddle placed strategically within reach. "You wanted 
this paddle, Alyssa, and now you're going to find out how well it works! 
You will get eight swats with the paddle! We'll see if you think that 
tickles!"

 I bounced the paddle teasingly on her butt, and would up like Casey at 
the bat, taking a practice swing. The next one would be for real. I 
decided to give her three sets of two. Each set would be fast and hard, 
with a brief pause between sets. THWAK! THWAK!

 "That hurts!" exclaimed Alyssa matter-of-factly. At least I was 
starting to make an impression. Time for two more. WHACK! WHACK! Alyssa 
recoiled reflexively. "Shit!" she howled.

 I was on the right track. A brief pause. WHACK! Two WHACK! Two more 
paddle whacks to go! WHACK! WHACK! Alyssa was quivering, rubbing against 
my crotch. This was heaven. I knew I'd come if I didn't do something 
soon!

 I put the paddle aside. I ordered Alyssa up, to her surprise. She had 
no idea this was just round one. I picked up the razor strap, cracking 
it lightly into my palm.

 "Alyssa, you have eight more licks in this spanking, and you're going 
to get them with the strap! You are to go over to the chair, bend over 
it, and take your licks without moving."

 She obeyed, sticking her rear out, wiggling it, and settling into 
position. I was an expert with the strap, and decided to lay all eight 
stripes on in one smooth, slow, rhythmic session. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 
CRACK! Alyssa was breathing heavily. Her legs buckled with the fourth 
stroke, but she stayed in position. I didn't believe that her last 
spanking was five years ago. She couldn't possibly have taken this 
without some recent toughening...even thru blue jeans! I continued, 
maintaining cadence.

CRACK! "OW!" Alyssa suddenly yelped.

 My adrenalin was flowing. I laid into her buns with another lick. 
CRACK! "PLEASE!" she pleaded. She was starting to submit.

 "Two more, young lady!" CRACK! The strap bit in to her derriere once 
again. Her legs bucked, but this time was silent. "That's 23, Alyssa! 
Now one to grow on!" CRACK!

 She stood up. No tears, but the look of innocence replaced that naughty 
smirk. She embraced me, and started nibbling my neck. "Please," she 
whispered. "Spank me some more."

 I could hardly contain myself. Without a word, she started unbuttoning 
my shirt and undressing me. And off came the jeans and panties, without 
a cue. She went over to the chair, and bent over. Not a word was 
uttered. I picked up the strap, and announced that she would get 24 more 
spanks, 8 with the belt, 8 with the paddle, and finally 8 across my lap 
with the palm! "Yes, sir!" she cooed. Her bare bottom was a testimonial 
to my skill! Crisscrossing her buns, from the curvaceous bottom of each 
cheek, to the top of each globe, were light red parallel strap stripes.

 These were superimposed over a pink background from the broad paddle 
and hand spanking. I was proud of my work, and ready to continue! I 
swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WHACK!

 I held back a bit to see how Alyssa would react. After all, this was a 
bare ass I was strapping. No reaction. WHACK! Same spot. No reaction. I 
decided to escalate the intensity. WHACK! "YYEEOOWWWW!" AHA! The sound 
of success! 

WHACK!! I paused briefly. The next four would be hard and fast. "Hold 
on, Alyssa. These are going to be zingers!" She adjusted her posture, 
but said nothing. I pride myself with leaving red marks, but no bruises. 
I was obviously doing a good job! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oooh!" 
she exclaimed in a tone unique to the pleasure/apin mix of a committed 
bottom! She stood up and gently massaged her buns. "Damn you're good!" 
she whispered.

 "What next?" I picked up the paddle and pointed toward the chair. She 
silently assumed the position. "I'm sure getting wet!" was stated as an 
afterthought. I went to work with the paddle. Four licks across both 
cheeks, then 4 alternating, hard and fast! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 
CRACK! CRACK! Tiny little blisters formed on her cheeks. She stood up, 
and was sobbing silently. I took a Kleenex and dried her tears.

 I thought about quitting, but her eyes and demeanor begged for more. I 
sat down in the chair, which had just served as a "horse" for her 
strapping and paddling. "Over my knee" I ordered quietly. Her instant 
obedience signaled her desire for this last phase of round two.

 Few things are as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare bottomed hand 
spanking. And this was to be the finale--the transition from the sensual 
to the sexual. I rubbed her ass gently, and began the spanking. The 
licks were deliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their intensity. I 
was rock hard, and she was dripping wet. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! We 
were both breathing hard. SPANK! My heart started pounded. She started 
thrusting and wiggling to meet my hand. SPANK! "OH GOD!" she moaned.

 I was starting to lose it. SPANK! We were both breathing heavy...hearts 
pounding in synchrony. SPANK! SPANK! We both came. Motionless across my 
lap she whispered, "Damn you're good!"

THE END 
