First, I have an announcement. I am officially retiring the name “New Guy.” So no more New Guy, no more NG. Since he goes by the name SpankoTango on FetLife, I’m going to refer to him as ST. As one friend said, that could also stand for SuperTop. Which he most certainly is. ♥
Tonight, the 19th, fell right between his birthday (the 15th) and mine (the 22nd), so I figured we were celebrating both this evening. I bought a giant chocolate cupcake and put two candles in it.
He came bearing gifts: A collector’s set of four Yellow Submarine glasses, plus a bag of reusable “ice cubes” (you freeze them and put them in your drinks) — in the shape of yellow submarines! How cool is that?
I thought for sure he’d combine his new age and mine and give me that amount for the birthday spanking. But no, he stuck with 54. Nice of him, right?
Yeah, right. Fifty-four with his hand… and every single fucking implement he had, plus three of mine. Twelve in all, plus his hand. One right after the other after the other.
Don’t bother checking the calculator. That’s 702. Oh, wait — he gave me one to grow on with his hand. So, 703. And that’s not even counting the warm-up.
Happy effing birthday to me!!
Here’s the arsenal:
And me, under the arsenal:
I started out laughing, being a wise-ass, even had the nerve to count one stroke as a half (never again! Ouch). By the last couple of implements? Notsomuch.
“I love your birthday spankings,” he teased. “I wish every week was your birthday.”
AAAGGGGGHH! Please! I’m ageing quickly enough as it is, thank you. 🙂
Oh, and he saved the heart-shaped paddle for last, ’cause he loves me so much. Yup. I was feeling the love, all right.
Afterward, we had our cake. Here’s ST, enjoying his. Isn’t he cute? But wait… what’s that on his face?
(giggling) Silly man. Fork must have slipped.
What a lovely way to start Birthday Week! (Hey, any self-respecting attention whore stretches birthdays out to last a week, I’m thinking.)
Thank you, ST. My Sweet Top.