Birthday Spankings

         Birthday Spankings
        Angelina Page

         I crossed my arms defiantly, my right hip jutted out to the side.
         "Whatever I say should go, because it's my birthday!"
         "That doesn't mean you can act however you want! You're being a brat."
         "A brat? I'll show you a brat if you want to see one!" I threw my purse on the ground. It landed at my husband's feet and he stared at it, one eyebrow cocked.
         "You need an attitude adjustment." He came closer to me, and I called his bluff.
         "And what the hell are you going to do about it?" I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he caught my wrist in his hand. As I pulled back, his grip got tighter.
         "What are you doing?" I struggled, but he pulled me towards the couch.
         "I've never given birthday spankings before. But you really deserve them, don't you?" He sat down and pulled my body over his knee. Shocked, I fought to get up but he had my arm against my back, almost like a police hold. My face flushed with embarrassment as my body tingled with goose bumps and waves of excitement. His hand slid up my thigh.
         ൡ years is too many to be acting like a child. I want you to count them." I felt his hand pull away from my body.
         "What?"
         The response was a slap to my ass, dulled only slightly by the thin fabric of my skirt and underwear. I yelped, but to my surprise the pain filled me with pleasure.
         "Count them!" Another slap, another yelp. My bottom was tingling and I wiggled around, trying to get free.
         "You need a really good, hard spanking, don't you? I'll keep going until you start counting." He started a series of quick smacks, alternating cheeks each time. I cried out after each one, squirming against his legs.          
         "So stubborn! We need to lose some of this clothing." He flipped my skirt up and his hands rubbed my sore ass as he removed my flimsy bikini underwear.
         "They're wet! You like this, don't you! You're more of a bad girl than I thought!" He spread my pussy lips open and rubbed his middle finger over them. "Really wet." As his finger slid into me I was overcome with desire.          
        "Oh, please fuck me!" I pushed into his fingers as they went in and out of my slick twat. He withdrew them and I let out a disappointed sound.
         "You're getting punished, remember? Now count them." His hand whacked my bare ass, sending another wave of yearning through my body.
         "One." I said quietly.
         "Good. But I can barely hear you. Maybe I need to go harder." The second slap came and I moaned and wriggled.
         "Two!"
         "That's better." He continued to spank me, my counting getting breathier and louder. My ass was getting sore and red while my pussy felt like it was going to explode. The spanking turned me on so much and I needed to have him inside me, I'd even beg for it. I writhed my groin against his legs and the fabric of his pants rubbed against my clit. Finally I wailed,
         ൡ!"
         "And one for good luck." He smacked me once more, hard. Then he shoved his fingers back inside me.
         "Fuck me, please, you have to! Give me that dick, put it inside me!"
         "Naughty, naughty girl! You're going to cum all over my cock."
         He bent me over the couch and drove his rock hard shaft into my soaking, waiting cunt. With every thrust he slammed into my tender, stinging ass. He grabbed my hips with a firm motion and started to go harder and harder, massaging my G-spot. I squealed and shouted and bucked against him until I couldn't take it anymore.          
         "Cum right now, cum all over this big dick."
         He didn't have to ask twice. Waves of orgasm rocked my whole body. My vulva spasmed uncontrollably and my burning ass rubbed against my husband's hips. I felt him cum too, his body tightening and releasing. Then he whispered in my ear,
         "Happy Birthday."

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