At long last…
…finally… better late than never… a birthday spanking!! YEAH!
You know how I’m always bitching about Alt.com, how I get so many of my CHoS entries from there and it’s a bunch of uber-doms and wankers with dick pics? BUT… then I add that I leave my profile there anyway, because once every few years, I get a nice surprise? Well, guess what. It’s been a few years. I was due.
This gentleman wishes to remain anonymous, so I will refer to him as D (not to be confused with the other D, who was Danny). We met for coffee last week and talked for over 2 1/2 hours. The next day, he sent me birthday greetings and expressed a desire for a play date. The feeling was mutual.
J has not been feeling well, so even though he was sweet as could be for my birthday, he was not able to deliver a birthday spanking. And I was realllllly craving one. I thought my desire to play had waned with my hormones, but it seems to be kicking back into gear lately. So I was more than happy to have a play date this evening.
D showed up right on time, bearing a flower and a birthday balloon. How sweet is that? Oh, and a toy bag. He gave me a minute to put my flower in a vase and then we got right down to business.
First times are often awkward. The top can err on the side of caution and be too light, the chemistry isn’t right, the mood is off, one partner (or both) doesn’t get what he/she wants and doesn’t know how to say so, etc. Not so this time. He was a little light at first, but a healthy dose of my big fat mouth got him to ramp it up. 🙂 I got to sample all the toys in his bag plus his belt, and a couple of my own toys too. I thought, eh, it’s the first time, it’s too hot (it was about 110 here today) — I won’t get into the zone.
I got into the zone. I stopped bratting him. When he asked me if I wanted more, I said please. He finished me with several hard strokes from a light wooden paddle he’d made himself. It wasn’t one of those freaking thuddy slabs I hate, but it packed a sting nonetheless. I was quite done after that.
Oh, before I slipped into the zone, he did give me 53 swats with my leather paddle and made me count them. He also suggested that I say “happy birthday” after each number, but I thought that was pushing it and let him know by replying “up yours.” 🙂
We talked for about an hour afterward, once I recovered my powers of speech. So I’d faded a great deal by the time he’d left, unfortunately, but I still snapped a photo to mark the occasion:
Ah yes… it’s been a blissfully happy birthday…
I think I’m ready for sleep now. Yes, on my stomach.