For Bonnie’s MBS Spanko Brunch #192 a gender-neutral story.
An adult ‘vanilla’ story about spanking and sex and very bad words, read with caution
‘I never really agreed to a birthday spanking.’
‘You said for your 30th I could do what I wanted.’
‘Yes, but that wasn’t a spanking!’
‘Too late, I can’t return the gift.’
‘This nice shiny paddle!’
‘No fucking way are you hitting me with… ouch!’
‘I’m putting over my lap for your spanking and you’ll stay there until I’m done.’
‘This is so wrong.’
‘Of course the spanking has to be on the bare to count.’
‘That is even wronger… more wrong… no way!’
‘Yes way dear. You promised!!!!!’
‘That’s two extra paddles for bad language already. You sure you don’t want to submit?’
‘That’s three! This is so much fun!’
‘If you don’t want me to spank you honey bear, I’ll let you up. I promise.’
‘Aw, hell sweetie, go ahead and spank me 30 times for my birthday. A promise is a promise.’
‘Actually it’s 35 now.’
After thirty-five fairly hard smacks and thirty-five progressively louder yelps, there was one very red bottom with two very aroused people frantically flinging various articles of clothing and the loud juicy sloshing of a good old-fashioned balls-deep birthday fucking.
In the afterglow, honey bear said to sweetie: it’s your birthday next month. I think a cane is on my wish list.