Diane's B-Day

Diane was definitely hot. I first saw her at the annual flea market.

Honestly, it wasn't intentional but I kept running into her. I know

that I was checking her out and was fairly certain that she was doing

the same. Her eyes and smile hinted at a nasty streak which had me

thinking of her in a whole new way- basically, naked.

Her body was made to be seen, perfect curves filling out tight

jeans which only made my imagination go wild.

She knew exactly what she was doing. When I came by, she would

cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some

object. She didn't look back at me until she had finished

examining the antique. Once, she grabbed her knees to examine a

chair closely. Sometimes she'd do a little "dance" while feigning

interest in a piece for sale.

While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an old

razor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. She

immediately reacted, and came over to the table. She took her

time, stopping to handle an object enroute. Very nonchalant.

Certainly not chasing after me! She gave me one of those glances,

flashed that naughty smile, and asked, "What do you plan to do with

that?" I was lost for words--rare for me! "I like leather," was

my reply.

We chatted briefly about antiques. And she mentioned that today

was her birthday--she was 23. She looked 23, except for those eyes

and that smile. They betrayed a depth of character hidden by her

cheerleader like features. I suggested we have lunch after looking

around a bit. She agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at

antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company.

But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although she

pretended not to notice the glances I stole while she looked at

antiques, I knew she knew.

Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There were

paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, I

considered its potential application as a spanking implement.

Specifically, I imaging whacking Diane with each. She picked up

one paddle, almost caressing it. "I want this one," she said.

"Why don't you buy it for me?" She sounded like a little girl.

I couldn't believe it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Looking

back, I couldn't help but wonder what other people thought when

they saw me carrying a razor strap, and Diane with that paddle!

No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't even

flinch when I bought them both.

We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things.

Diane was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with a

boyfriend six months ago. She liked antiques and good food.

Her relationships were short lived. "I guess I'm just a naughty

girl," she explained. "No man can tame me!" I was going crazy.

She hadn't mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging for

it. I thought I'd venture carefully into the subject. A harmless

remark she could ignore or respond to. "Sounds like you need a

birthday spanking, Diane!" I ventured. "Hah! The last one I had

was my on my 18th birthday. And you know what? It hurt like hell

but sure turned me on!"

That was it. No persuasion was necessary. We headed for my

apartment, stopping to purchase a bottle of champagne. At my

apartment, we started drinking the champagne. We laughed, talked,

and told our life stories. Then, suddenly, her mood changed.

Diane began mocking me. Her remarks were punctuated with that

naughty smile. And as she paced around the living room, I watched

her bottom bounce. It was time to administer the spanking her

attitude and our fantasies deserved.

"Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your birthday, I

expect a modicum of respect and consideration." She repeated, in a

mocking tone, "respect and consideration!" That was it. I grabbed

her firmly but gently by the arm. "Diane, you've needed a good

spanking for a long time, and today you're going to get it!"

"I'm too big to spank!" she protested, pulling away. I made my

move, pulling her across my lap. She pretended to resist, trying

to protect her recalcitrant derriere with her hands. I moved them

out of the way and held her down firmly.

She was mine! Those gorgeous jean covered hemispheres would soon be

bouncing to the cadence of my smacks! I decided to take my time,

and relish each moment. She struggled less. I adjusted her

position so that her sexy little tush was a perfect target, and we

were positioned crotch to crotch. "Please don't spank me hard,"

she cooed. I couldn't stand it! I gently rubbed my hand over her

ass, evaluating the nature of my target. She reflexly contracted

her cheeks briefly, then relaxed them again. I rested my hand on

her bottom, and delivered a short lecture. "Diane, you're going to

get 24 spanks on the seat of your jeans, one for each year and one

to grow on. You are to remain still, and take your spanking. If

you resist or move, your jeans will come down, and you'll find out

what a spanking is really all about!"

She said nothing. I took a practice swing, stopping short of my

target. Then, aiming for the "sit spot" prepared to deliver the

first lick. Raising my hand, I brought it crashing down on those

voluptuous melons with full force, adding a flick of my wrist


My ears were treated to the sharp report of the smack, and a sharp

"ouch!" from Diane. She didn't move a muscle, but waited for the

next lick. She didn't have to wait long. Aiming for the same

spot, I delivered the second swat. SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPAAAAAANNNNK!

She didn't flinch. I decided to up the tempo.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three quick licks to the left cheek!

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Three to the right! No reaction from Diane.

"That's eight, young lady! Sixteen more to go!" "It tickles,"

she teased, wiggling her bottom seductively as if trying to adjust

her position. That's all I needed. I grabbed the paddle placed

strategically within reach.

"You wanted this paddle, Diane, and now you're going to find out

how well it works! You will get eight swats with the paddle!

We'll see if you think that tickles!" I bounced the paddle

teasingly on her butt, and would up like Casey at the bat, taking a

practice swing. The next one would be for real. I decided to

give her three sets of two. Each set would be fast and hard, with



Diane matter-of-factly.

At least I was starting to make an impression. Time for two more.



Diane recoiled reflexly. "Shit!" she howled. I was on the right




WWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK! Diane was quivering, rubbing against

my crotch. This was heaven. I knew I'd come if I didn't do

something soon!

I put the paddle aside. I ordered Diane up, to her surprise. She

had no idea this was just round one. I picked up the razor strap,

cracking it lightly into my palm. "Diane, you have eight more

licks in this spanking, and you're going to get them with the

strap! You are to go over to the chair, bend over it, and take

your licks without moving." She obeyed, sticking her rear out,

wiggling it, and settling into position. I was an expert with the

strap, and decided to lay all eight stripes on in one smooth, slow,

rhythmic session.





Diane was breathing heavily. Her legs buckled with the fourth

stroke, but she stayed in position. I didn't believe that her last

spanking was five years ago. She couldn't possibly have taken all

of this without some recent toughening...even thru blue jeans!

I continued, maintaining cadence.


"OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Diane suddenly yelped. My adrenalin was

flowing. I laid into her buns with another lick.


"PPPPLLLEEEAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEE!" she pleaded. She was starting to

submit. "Two more, young lady!"


The strap bit in to her derriere once again. Her legs bucked, but

this time was silent. "That's 23, Diane! Now one to grow on!"


She stood up. No tears, but the look of innocence replaced that

naughty smirk. She embraced me, and started nibbling my neck.

"Please," she whispered. "Spank me some more." I could hardly

contain myself. Without a word, she started unbuttoning my shirt

and undressing me. And off came the jeans and panties, without a

cue. She went over to the chair, and bent over. Not a word was

uttered. I picked up the strap, and announced that she would get

24 more spanks, 8 with the belt, 8 with the paddle, and finally 8

across my lap with the palm! "Yes, sir!" she cooed.

Her bare bottom was a testimonial to my skill! Crisscrossing her

buns, from the curvaceous bottom of each cheek, to the top of each

globe, were light red parallel strap stripes. These were

superimposed over a pink background from the broad paddle and hand

spanking. I was proud of my work, and ready to continue!

I swung the strap, aiming for the sit spot. WWWWWWWWHHHHAAAAACCKK!

I held back a bit to see how Diane would react. After all, this

was a bare ass I was strapping. No reaction. WWWWWWWHHHHHAAAACCK!

Same spot. No reaction. I decided to escalate the intensity.


"YYEEOOWWWW!" AHA! The sound of success!


I paused briefly. The next four would be hard and fast. "Hold on,

Diane. These are going to be zingers!" She adjusted her posture,

but said nothing. I pride myself with leaving red marks, but no

bruises. I was obviously doing a good job!





"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed in a tone unique to the

pleasure/pain mix of a committed bottom! She stood up and gently

massaged her buns. "Damn you're good!" she whispered. "What

next?" I picked up the paddle and pointed toward the chair.

She silently assumed the position. "I'm sure getting wet!" was

stated as an afterthought. I went to work with the paddle. Four

licks across both cheeks, then 4 alternating, hard and fast!





Tiny little blisters formed on her cheeks. She stood up, and was

sobbing silently. I took a kleenex and dried her tears. I thought

about quitting, but her eyes and demeanor begged for more. I sat

down in the chair which had just served as a "horse" for her

strapping and paddling. "Over my knee" I ordered quietly. Her

instant obedience signaled her desire for this last phase of round

two. Few things are as intimate as an over-the-knee, bare bottomed

hand spanking. And this was to be the finale--the transition from

the sensual to the sexual.

I rubbed her ass gently, and began the spanking. The licks were

deliberate, yet a bond between us tempered their intensity. I was

rock hard, and she was dripping wet. SSSSSPPPPPAAAAANNKKKKKK!



heart started pounded. She started thrusting and wiggling to meet




breathing heavy...hearts pounding in synchrony.


We both came. Motionless across my lap she whispered, "Damn you're


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