Birthday Girl

The first time Kris and I made love was on my birthday two years ago. So much has happened since then that I feel like a completely different person and yet I am undeniably still me and happy.

I was not looking to fall in love but Kris swept me off my feet as soon as we met. We're opposites and they say opposites attract. She is strong and I am soft. She has straight black hair and almost black eyes. I am blonde and blue eyed. She is disciplined and I am scattered. She knows what she wants and I want. Wanted; she has given me so much...

And again, it's my birthday. I was still curled up in bed wrapped in a warm soft blanket having very nice dreams when Kris woke me up pulling on a toe and calling my name.

"Wake up Billie! It's your Birthday!" I cracked an eye and looked at her but she was having none of my "let me sleep" attitude.

"C'mon Baby!" She persisted, tugging my big toe again, "You can sleep tomorrow! It's your Birthday!" I knew my warm comfy snooze-morning was done. I tossed off the blanket and rolled my feet off the bed and sat up.

"You really know how to mess up a good dream!" I playfully complained. She leaned over and kissed me, sweetly on the lips. I knew better than to argue. It was "my" day but I wasn't going to be allowed to waste it sleeping the morning away!

"Put on some clothes so we can get our run before it gets hot!" She has me running or swimming every day and that I must admit has kept my figure trim; my sister and my mother struggle with their weight but I'm still my slender youthful self, thanks to Kris.

She was already dressed, her small breasts held down under an athletic bra and her hard buns encased in black spandex shorts. I didn't mind a bit that she watched me slip out of my soft pajamas and into a similar bra (my tits are bigger!) and loose running shorts and as soon as my shoes were on she led me through some stretches.

We live in a nice neighborhood, with a perfect road for running. Not much traffic, lots of trees and a long loop. We drove it around once, just to see and it's just under two miles. Nothing for her but just about right for me.

We were sheened with sweat when we got back around. She never even looks winded but her bronzed skin always looks gorgeous even covered in sweat! I leaned in to kiss her and breathed in her sweat before it could get funky, she smells so sexy!

"You always smell so sexy, Baby!" She smiled and raised an arm like she was going to smell her underarm and made a face.

"Pee yoo! You're kinky, Babe!" She held up my arm, revealing the soft puff of sandy hair and brought her nose to my armpit, "Now that's sexy!"

She likes me to leave my underarms unshorn, and only lets me trim my bush. She says that it's natural, but below her neck she's as smooth as a billiard ball!

Sexy or not we raced to the shower, stripping quickly for a birthday shower. We lathered each other's bodies and spent a long time rubbing each other and against each other. It was practically foreplay but when the hot water began to cool it was time to think of something besides birthday sex. Bring my birthday everything would be Birthday so we went downstairs for Birthday Breakfast wrapped in thick cotton robes.

"What's for breakfast? I'm starving?" Kris plugged in the waffle iron to heat up and took butter and syrup from the fridge.

"Your favorite. Banana and chocolate chip waffles!" A rare treat; almost everything about them is empty calories! She'd been busy while I slept late; the batter was already mixed and the little sausage patties were already fried up. She even had the coffee pot ready and in moments delicious fragrant dark brew was gurgling into the pot.

"Eat up Babe! We've got a busy day and lots to do!" She kissed my lips teasingly as she placed my plate in front of me. I smeared butter and poured syrup on the thick waffle, took a sip of coffee, black and sweet!! I nodded at her appreciatively. Her robe gaped open in front, not enough to expose everything but enough to show off some cleavage. My own robe was gapping too but I had more cleavage to expose.

"Ummm delicious! What all do we have to do?" I know my Kris; she's a planner. It's part of why I love her.

"We're going to have guests later for a little party. Before that you get a Birthday massage, and after the party... a birthday spanking!" My pussy fluttered and went warm. We don't often go full on kinky even if I'm usually the submissive partner. A Birthday spanking! It's become a tradition... and it's always taken us down the twisted road to Kinky Town!

"Are we going to at least wait for our friends to lead?" She laughed and speared a bite of waffle with her fork,

"I don't share Babe. But Sally has made no secret of wanting to join us!" I nodded, I knew. Sally looks cute, but I think she's more curious than serious.

"Me either babe! She'd probably freak if we agreed anyway!" We laughed and she brushed her ankle against mine under the table. "I don't know. She might surprise us and say yes and then we'd have to..." I shook my head emphatically.

"Not even for a birthday!"

Kris gives a great massage, professional grade. She even has a real massage table and she had my naked body oiled up and jello'd out in a luxurious slow hour. Of course her hands on my skin so familiarly did more than relax my muscles; she had me trembling with desire! But that wasn't her plan at all. No happy ending as they say in the massage parlors.

"Go take a shower and get dressed! People will start arriving soon!"

"Will you join me?" I asked, posing my oiled body before her. She smiled

"No Baby, we don't have time! Now hurry and rinse off!" I pretended to pout but I went upstairs to shower and dress. I chose a sleeveless white tube dress and the skimpiest thong I owned. I adjusted my boobs to show them off and came down stairs just in time to greet the first of our guests, a couple of old friends, Sara and Kim. We greeted with hugs and pecks; they had a gift wrapped box that Kris directed tor everyone to put on the dining room table and as I followed them I saw that Kris had decorated the room with bunting and floaty balloons and a big birthday cake. Candles shaped like numbers instead of twenty seven little candles. But I already knew exactly how many smacks I was going to get later!

People arrived in twos and threes. Sally was there of course, wearing a split bodice sundress. The pile of gifts on the table grew. and before long a dozen people milled around, wishing me happy birthday and hugging me and kissing me. Lot's of happy babble and mimosas flowing; I even had one though I'm not much of a drinker. Kris (dressed in white as well,) called everybody together to sing happy birthday.

I blew out the candles and cut cake, and then opened gifts. I got a lot of gift cards; I'm perfectly fine with gift cards, I know some people say they lack the commitment of buying a proper gift but I love spending them on myself. Sally had warned me to open her gift privately so I expected something of a naughty nature. Funny that we'd worry if a bunch of lesbians saw something intimate or personal. Karen and Angie gave us a selection of batteries and everyone laughed knowingly.

But after a while the party wound down and everyone went their ways, even Sally. I opened her box, (no pun intended) to find a transparent black lace bustier, garterbelt and lace stockings..

"I think Sally is fishing for an invite!" I said, holding up the bustier. Kris nodded.

"I think you should try it on! While I get ready!" my pussy fluttered again. This wasn't going to be just us making love; we wre about to go deliciously kinky! Kris worries about getting carried away sometimes but she's never hurt me. I love when she spanks me, not just for the sting but everything else.

Like right now as I adjust my boobs in the bustier. It's short enough to expose me from belly button down. My other one is satin and comes all the way to the top of my mound, with suspender straps built in. I never wore a garter belt before, and I enjoyed the sensuous feeling of slipping those stockings over my legs. Since no panties came with the set, I wore none either. Even my buttfloss thong would be in the way... I looked at myself in the long door mirror. God I looked sexy! I could be a model in that catalog so many men like!

"Em? Are you ready Babe?" Kris called from across the hall. I slinked into our bedroom to find that Kris had readied it as well as herself. Our toy chest was beside the bed, and the soft ropes were in place stretched under the mattress. The wedge cushion, a bottle of lubricant... I was already horny but my heat rose with each thing I saw. Especially Kris.

She wore a body harness of black leather straps and shiny steel rings, breasts protruding, her sex exposed. Her black leather hood, elbow length gloves and a leather ping pong paddle dangling from one hand. She looked mean, but super sexy!

"Yes Mistress!" She took me in, and though half her face was hidden under black leather her full lips in drippy red lipstick smiled.

"You're gorgeous, Em." She had me stand by the end of the bed and sat down on it.

"Assume the position, Birthday Girl!" I draped myself over her legs and her gloved hand caressed my bare ass. I was so excited, trembling with anticipation..

"Twenty seven... That sexy ass is going to be red as a cherry!" I don't think I'd thought of just what I was letting myself in for! The first smack of the paddle on my bare but was loud and I winced but it didn't instantly sting. The second deliberately slowly delivered smack on the other cheek either but the sting from the first smack began. She was taking a second or two between strikes and we weren't a third of the way through before my butt felt like it was glowing hot!

She changed the pace then, while I bit my lip she was paddling faster, perhap-s not as hard. I squeezed my eyes shut too, and she started singing Happy Birthday, and each smack punctuated a word of lyric.

And then it was done! My ass radiated red heat but my pussy was drooling. Kris caressed my flaming bottom with her gloved hands, sending more stinging sensations. I didn't know she'd brought her phone to bed but I heard the unmistakable sound of a picture being taken.

"Did you just take a picture of my ass?" I felt the bed shaking as she nodded vigorously.

"Yep. It's the most beautiful shade of red!" The bed shifted again and I heard something rattling in a metal bowl. I cranked my head around to see a frosty icing bowl

"Perhaps I can cool those buns!" She rubbed an ice cube over my butt and I swear it melted fast! But it didn't so much sooth as accentuate the burn. Water poured over my butt. After melting several cubes on my butt she must've gotten tired of soaking her legs,

"Stand up Birthday girl!"

I got up from my position over Kris's knees with some difficulty, not because of my wet, stinging butt as much as because of the awkward position! She stood up as well. With a sweeping gesture she ordered me onto the bed.

"On your Tummy!" I got onto the bed and she went around securing my wrist, then ankles and finally my other wrist to the leather cuffs attached to the ropes as I lay over the cushion with my butt poking up.. She stood where I could watch as she stepped into the harness and tightened the straps, a thick, realistic dick pointing out from it. She stripped her long gloves and I knew she wasn't going to fuck my pussy! Well... I wanted kinky.

She began by kneeling beside me. I heard the cap of the lubricant snap open.

"That bottom is still mighty red! I'll bet it really stings!" The lubricant was cool as she dribbled it into my crack but it was no relief; my crack wasn't where I took nearly thirty paddle smacks. Her finger pushed gooey lubricant down into my crack, then with her other hand she spread my cheeks, sending fresh heat through my cheeks. More lubricant, dropped onto my butthole and she pushed her finger into my butthole.

We've played like this before, even to her fucking me in the ass with her strapon. I suppose it was Kris who actually turned me onto anal, slowly and gently building up to actualy fucking my butt! But this... with a freshly paddled ass was something else. Two fingers wormed into me, and then three... was she going to fist my ass? We've never done that!

Now Birthday girl, I'm gonna make that spanking count. She laid her phone where I could see the picture of my shockingly crimson ass. She pushed the head of her "dick" against my asshole and slowly but firmly pushed. I could feel my sphincter stretching around the head, felt it filling my rectum inch but veiny inch until her hips and the straps connected with my glowing butt! The fire of it was worse than the intense stretch of my butthole.

"Doing OK?" she asked after she'd filled me completely and I nodded.

"I'm OK." We have a safe word for play times like this but I kept it to myself, reminding myself that I had wanted this! She pulled back, the feeling of withdrawing a kinky pleasure in itself. But a fucking isn't over in a single thrust and niether was was Kris! She loves fucking me and is vigorous about it. She gave me a few slow thrusts and then her pace quickened. Now she wasn't just touching my flaming buttock but smacking them soundly with each thrust. The stinging became a fire, a tangible burning.

Normally during anal I can play with my clit and cum that way. Tonight was different. The fire in my ass and the churning within...

"Oh God Kris!" I came hard, repeatedly. He knew too, and pulled out of my ass all at once. Quickly she undid my wrists and then my ankles and, still wearing a sticky-slick dick she cuddled me, holding me so my butt wasn't touching the bed.

"Happy Birthday Em, I love you!" I kissed her, tears streaking my face.

"I love you too, Kris. But I think I'm gonna have a hard time sitting tomorrow!"