Karen and I had a brief interlude a few years ago. She was married and told me she had a “hall pass” for the evening. Now, she wasn’t normally my type, except physically. A nice round, full ass, long blonde hair, full DD breasts a veritable playground for my carnal desires. She got well and truly fucked that night. She loved my much larger cock, and my mastery of her body. Unfortunately, her brand of crazy was not mine. In the morning, she went a little crazy, realizing she had cheated on her husband, had a man she hardly knew fill her pussy with cum and sucked his cock, she was horrified. She ran away and we didn’t talk for a while.
We would run into one another from time to time and, honestly, she was at times very flirty and at others very standoffish. I didn’t worry about it too much, one way or the other. But finally, I called her on it and asked her plain and simple if she wanted to fuck again. She declined.
A couple of weeks ago she had her 55th birthday. I sent her a birthday greeting and asked if she was going to be up for her birthday spanking. Fifty-five is a lot of swats, after all. We had a laugh or two, but I let her know I was serious. I have always enjoyed administering good over-the-knee punishments or even a standing belting. And Karen has an ass ripe for punishment. It is very pale, just the right pale to show off a reddening behind, it is a nice round shape for easy targeting and has the correct amount softness to jiggle and shake when struck.
I am sure she expected I would give the obligatory fun gentle birthday spanking when I showed up on that Saturday afternoon. I showed up and Karen was a little flirtier than usual. I chalked it up to a nervousness about me in general and knowing I was going to spank her fifty-five times.
I asked her, “Are you ready for your birthday spanking? Would you prefer to lean over the table or over my knee?”
The look on her face was priceless.
“Ummm. I’m not sure. It’s been a long while since I’ve had birthday swats. And I can’t remember being over anyone’s knee, ever. So, I don’t know.”
I smiled when I heard this. “Well then, since this will be a new experience for you, let’s make it all new, shall we?”
I sat down in the chair and motioned for her to come closer. I could see trepidation in her eyes. Not fear but a sense of curiosity mixed with a sense of the unknown. As she drew near, I motioned her to get down on her knees, so she was closer to my level. I grabbed her chin and focused her eyes on mine.
“I’m going to spank you now. You are going to count each one. If you forget or lose count, we may have to start over. I spank and you count, do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Let me hear you count.”
She looked at me in puzzlement. “1, 2, 3. How’s that?”
“That is incomplete, Karen. And I suspect you know what is missing, don’t you? What do you think should follow each of your counts?”
“Uhh, sir?”
“That’s right! What I want to hear is 1, sir, 2 sir and so on. You are going to be a good girl and count correctly, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Yes what, Karen?”
“Yes sir,” she replied.
“Ok good, Let’s get started, shall we?”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her across my lap, her head hanging down on the other side, her feet touching the ground. She was wearing a long top that covered her waist and yoga pants and panties. I could see the panty lines.
She looked back at me and said, “I’m not so sure about this. My boyfriend might not like it. I might not like it!”
I chuckled, “I don’t suppose he would.”
I pulled her shirt up over her waist, exposing her delectable ass. I rubbed her nice wide butt and then quickly drew my arm back and smacked her covered ass. Then again. And again. Karen exhaled audibly but I knew the swats were not painful at all. She looked back at me and smiled. “You forgot to count, Karen. That means we are going to start over, but I need to enhance your experience.
I reached up to the waistband of her yoga pants, and making sure her panties were included, I pulled her clothing down and exposed her pale fleshy globes. Her smile fell and her mouth opened but before she could make a sound, my hand fell hard on her closest ass cheek with a loud and resounding smack.
“What the…that hurt!”
“Count, Karen.”
“1.”
“What was that?”
“Shit. 1, Sir.”
Her ass cheek was already pink with my handprint. And I brought my hand down on her other cheek with more force.
“2, Sir.”
After only two swats, her cheeks were already turning a nice shade of pink.
I began spanking her in earnest. One cheek then the other, sometimes the same cheek several times in a row. She managed to keep her count but around thirty, my hands started to sting. At some point, she tried to get me to stop by using her hands to interfere, but I grabbed her hands and pinned them to her back. Then I pulled her by the hair and dumped her on the ground.
I stood up and said, “The count is thirty, but my hand is tired, so we are going to finish this with you standing. Stand up and place your hands on the table.”
She complied and when she did, I pulled her pants and panties all the way down to her ankles.
“Step out of your pants, Karen.”
As she complied, I heard a sniffle and noticed redness in her eyes.
“Spread your legs, Karen. And don’t move.”
I went into the kitchen to find an appropriate instrument to finish her “birthday spanking.” When I returned, I had a wooden spatula in my hand.
Her eyes widened when she saw the spatula in my hand. “What is? Oh my god. Fuck! Twenty-five more with that!?” Her head dropped to the table, and I could hear her sniffling.
I approached her and leaned in with my lips near her ear.
“This wooden spat isn’t going to get tired. And if you thought the first thirty were hard, well, the last twenty-five will be incomparable. I’m not going to go easy. You should hope my arm gets tired. In the meantime, let’s check on something.” I reached down between her legs to her steaming slit.
As I slid my fingers around her pussy, it was wet and dripping.
“Oh, look at you, Karen. I think you like being spanked. What a naughty girl…her pussy is soaking wet from her spanking. Does your boyfriend know what a slut you are, Karen? Are you naughty with him too?”
She shook her head. “I’m a good girl. I’ve never done anything like this. I can’t believe this is happening,” she sniffled.
Without warning, I thrust two fingers into her soaking wet snatch and began to massage the inner walls of her cunt, looking for her G-spot. When I found it, I began to stroke and excited her deep pleasure spot. She began to moan and move her ass. I continued to play with her G-spot until I felt her orgasm begin to get close. At that moment, I pulled my fingers abruptly from her wanting pussy and pulled my arm back. She moaned a loud “NOOOOO!” until the spatula connected with her backside with a loud clap. Karen roared with pain and her ass began immediately went a deep shade of red. “Oh fuck! 26, 26, Sir,“ she said as she began to cry.
Karen’s ass was moving around trying to avoid my incessant ministrations. Every five or six spanks, I would reach up and massage that G-spot, always stopping as soon as she showed signs of cumming. Her ass turned a deep shade of red as the spatula continued to rain blows down on the globes of her ass.
By the time Karen whispered in between her sobs, “54, Sir,” it was obvious that sitting down was going to be painful for a while. But I reached deep inside her wet waiting cunt, found her G-spot, and began to really pull and grab that sensitive spot. It took seconds for her orgasm to begin rushing to its conclusion.
“Do you want to cum, Karen? Are you ready to explode you naughty little spanking slut?”
Karen’s hips were no longer under her control. Her gyrations were off the hook. Her G-spot got huge and began to release her pent-up ejaculate. In seconds, her pussy began to flow like a river. And when it did, I took the opportunity to deliver her final swat. The combination of her orgasm and the pain and submission was too much for her. She slumped to the floor, sobbing and twitching deep in subspace. I laid a blanket over her.
I knelt next to her, listening to her quiet mewing, the aftermath of her crushing orgasm still upon her. She opened her eyes, still more than a little unfocused.
“Fuck. Me. What happened? Fuck me. What was that? How did you do that? What did you do? Fuck, my ass hurts.”
“That was your birthday spanking, Karen. Oh, and your first squirting orgasm. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” I gathered her into my arms and stroked her hair. “Now, just shush and enjoy the glow.”
