Diane’s Birthday by loyalsock

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Diane’s Birthday by loyalsockDiane was definitely hot. I first saw her at the annual flea market.Honestly, it wasn’t intentional but I kept running into her. I knowthat I was checking her out and was fairly certain that she was doingthe same. Her eyes and smile hinted at a nasty streak which had methinking of her in a whole new way- basically, naked.Her body was made to be seen, perfect curves filling out tightjeans which only made my imagination go wild.She knew exactly what she was doing. When I came by, she wouldcast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining someobject. She didn’t look back at me until she had finishedexamining the antique. Once, she grabbed her knees to examine achair closely. Sometimes she’d do a little “dance” while feigninginterest in a piece for sale.While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an oldrazor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. Sheimmediately reacted, and came over to the table. She took hertime, 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 withthat?” I was lost for words–rare for me! “I like leather,” wasmy reply.We chatted briefly about antiques. And she mentioned that todaywas her birthday–she was 23. She looked 23, except for those eyesand that smile. They betrayed a depth of character hidden by hercheerleader like features. I suggested we have lunch after lookingaround a bit. She agreed, and we spent about an hour looking atantiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another’s company.But I couldn’t keep my eyes off those buns, and although shepretended not to notice the glances I stole while she looked atantiques, I knew she knew.Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There werepaddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, Iconsidered its potential application as a spanking implement.Specifically, I imaging whacking Diane with each. She picked upone 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. Lookingback, I couldn’t help but wonder what other people thought whenthey saw me carrying a razor strap, and Diane with that paddle!No one said anything…and the clerk at the store didn’t evenflinch when I bought them both.We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things.Diane was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with aboyfriend six months ago. She liked antiques and good food.Her relationships were short lived. “I guess I’m just a naughtygirl,” she explained. “No man can tame me!” I was going crazy.She hadn’t mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging forit. I thought I’d venture carefully into the subject. A harmlessremark she could ignore or respond to. “Sounds like you need abirthday spanking, Diane!” I ventured. “Hah! The last one I hadwas my on my 18th birthday. And you know what? It hurt like hellbut sure turned me on!”That canlı bahis was it. No persuasion was necessary. We headed for myapartment, stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne. At myapartment, we started drinking the champagne. We laughed, talked,and told our life stories. Then, suddenly, her mood changed.Diane began mocking me. Her remarks were punctuated with thatnaughty smile. And as she paced around the living room, I watchedher bottom bounce. It was time to administer the spanking herattitude and our fantasies deserved.”Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your birthday, Iexpect a modicum of respect and consideration.” She repeated, in amocking tone, “respect and consideration!” That was it. I grabbedher firmly but gently by the arm. “Diane, you’ve needed a goodspanking for a long time, and today you’re going to get it!””I’m too big to spank!” she protested, pulling away. I made mymove, pulling her across my lap. She pretended to resist, tryingto protect her recalcitrant derriere with her hands. I moved themout of the way and held her down firmly.She was mine! Those gorgeous jean covered hemispheres would soon bebouncing to the cadence of my smacks! I decided to take my time,and relish each moment. She struggled less. I adjusted herposition so that her sexy little tush was a perfect target, and wewere positioned crotch to crotch. “Please don’t spank me hard,”she cooed. I couldn’t stand it! I gently rubbed my hand over herass, evaluating the nature of my target. She reflexly contractedher cheeks briefly, then relaxed them again. I rested my hand onher bottom, and delivered a short lecture. “Diane, you’re going toget 24 spanks on the seat of your jeans, one for each year and oneto grow on. You are to remain still, and take your spanking. Ifyou resist or move, your jeans will come down, and you’ll find outwhat a spanking is really all about!”She said nothing. I took a practice swing, stopping short of mytarget. Then, aiming for the “sit spot” prepared to deliver thefirst lick. Raising my hand, I brought it crashing down on thosevoluptuous melons with full force, adding a flick of my wristmoments before impact. SSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNNNKKK!My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and a sharp”ouch!” from Diane. She didn’t move a muscle, but waited for thenext lick. She didn’t have to wait long. Aiming for the samespot, I delivered the second swat. SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNK!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 Diane.”That’s eight, young lady! Sixteen more to go!” “It tickles,”she teased, wiggling her bottom seductively as if trying to adjusther position. That’s all I needed. I grabbed the paddle placedstrategically within reach.”You wanted this paddle, Diane, and now you’re going to find outhow well it works! You will get eight swats with the paddle!We’ll see if you think that tickles!” I bounced the paddleteasingly on her butt, and would up like Casey at the bahis siteleri bat, taking apractice swing. The next one would be for real. I decided togive her three sets of two. Each set would be fast and hard, witha brief pause between sets. TTTHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAKKKK!TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAKKKKK! “That hurts!” exclaimedDiane matter-of-factly.At least I was starting to make an impression. Time for two more.WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!Diane recoiled reflexly. “Shit!” she howled. I was on the righttrack. A brief pause. WWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKK! TwoWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK! Two more paddlewhacks to go! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!WWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK! Diane was quivering, rubbing againstmy crotch. This was heaven. I knew I’d come if I didn’t dosomething soon!I put the paddle aside. I ordered Diane up, to her surprise. Shehad no idea this was just round one. I picked up the razor strap,cracking it lightly into my palm. “Diane, you have eight morelicks in this spanking, and you’re going to get them with thestrap! You are to go over to the chair, bend over it, and takeyour licks without moving.” She obeyed, sticking her rear out,wiggling it, and settling into position. I was an expert with thestrap, and decided to lay all eight stripes on in one smooth, slow,rhythmic session.CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!Diane was breathing heavily. Her legs buckled with the fourthstroke, but she stayed in position. I didn’t believe that her lastspanking was five years ago. She couldn’t possibly have taken allof this without some recent toughening…even thru blue jeans!I continued, maintaining cadence.CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!”OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” Diane suddenly yelped. My adrenalin wasflowing. I laid into her buns with another lick.CCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!”PPPPLLLEEEAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEE!” she pleaded. She was starting tosubmit. “Two more, young lady!”CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!The strap bit in to her derriere once again. Her legs bucked, butthis time was silent. “That’s 23, Diane! Now one to grow on!”CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!She stood up. No tears, but the look of innocence replaced thatnaughty smirk. She embraced me, and started nibbling my neck.”Please,” she whispered. “Spank me some more.” I could hardlycontain myself. Without a word, she started unbuttoning my shirtand undressing me. And off came the jeans and panties, without acue. She went over to the chair, and bent over. Not a word wasuttered. I picked up the strap, and announced that she would get24 more spanks, 8 with the belt, güvenilir bahis 8 with the paddle, and finally 8across my lap with the palm! “Yes, sir!” she cooed.Her bare bottom was a testimonial to my skill! Crisscrossing herbuns, from the curvaceous bottom of each cheek, to the top of eachglobe, were light red parallel strap stripes. These weresuperimposed over a pink background from the broad paddle and handspanking. I was proud of my work, and ready to continue!I swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WWWWWWWWHHHHAAAAACCKK!I held back a bit to see how Diane would react. After all, thiswas a bare ass I was strapping. No reaction. WWWWWWWHHHHHAAAACCK!Same spot. No reaction. I decided to escalate the intensity.WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!”YYEEOOWWWW!” AHA! The sound of success!WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!I paused briefly. The next four would be hard and fast. “Hold on,Diane. These are going to be zingers!” She adjusted her posture,but said nothing. I pride myself with leaving red marks, but nobruises. I was obviously doing a good job!WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!”Oooooooohhhhhhh!” she exclaimed in a tone unique to thepleasure/pain mix of a committed bottom! She stood up and gentlymassaged her buns. “Damn you’re good!” she whispered. “Whatnext?” I picked up the paddle and pointed toward the chair.She silently assumed the position. “I’m sure getting wet!” wasstated as an afterthought. I went to work with the paddle. Fourlicks across both cheeks, then 4 alternating, hard and fast!CRAACCCCCKKKK! CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK! CCCCRRRRACCKKK!CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK! CCCCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCK!CCCCCCCCCCRRRRAAACCKK! CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKK!Tiny little blisters formed on her cheeks. She stood up, and wassobbing silently. I took a kleenex and dried her tears. I thoughtabout quitting, but her eyes and demeanor begged for more. I satdown in the chair which had just served as a “horse” for herstrapping and paddling. “Over my knee” I ordered quietly. Herinstant obedience signaled her desire for this last phase of roundtwo. Few things are as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare bottomedhand spanking. And this was to be the finale–the transition fromthe sensual to the sexual.I rubbed her ass gently, and began the spanking. The licks weredeliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their intensity. I wasrock hard, and she was dripping wet. SSSSSPPPPPAAAAANNKKKKKK!SSSSSSSPPPPPPAAAAANNNNKKKK! SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPAAAAAANNK! We wereboth breathing hard. SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPAAAAANNNNNNKKKKK! Myheart started pounded. She started thrusting and wiggling to meetmy hand. SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNKKK!”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH” she moaned. I was startingto lose it. SSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNKKK! We were bothbreathing heavy…hearts pounding in synchrony.SSSSSSSSSPPPAAANNNNKKKKKKKK! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNKK!We both came. Motionless across my lap she whispered, “Damn you’regood!

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