Happy Birthday Ashley

You are waiting for me, on your knees and dressed like the slut that we both know you are. You wear the items I've sent you...a soft pink satin slip with elegant black lace, which clings to your chest and shoulders. My eyes float downwards, taking in your matching garter belt. Although I can't see them, I'm sure that your silky little panties have been clinging to your prick and reminding you of me all day. On your legs are black silk stockings, your outfit made complete by the heeled slippers with their bits of fuzzy maribou. I walk slowly around you, admiring my handiwork.

"How are you today, pet?" I purr next to your ear, "Are you having a good birthday?"

"Yes, Mistress Jett! I've been excited all day...I even wore my pretty underthings to the office. If only those guys knew just why I was so happy all day long! The anticipation's been killing me, and I love it." You prove this point to me by squirming around in your bits of satin and silk, your smile ever growing. Your slip is short, and I barely catch a glimpse of something stirring below it.

"That's a good pet! I'm pleased that you've already had such a wonderful day. Do you think you can handle further excitement?"

"Yes, Mistress Jett...I wouldn't give up our time together for anything."

"Such a sweet pet...there is a reason I am here tonight, and I'm reminded of it each time you speak to or look at me."

I ask you how old you are today, and we are both aware that I already know the answer. You tell me again that you've turned fifty-nine, and I smirk.

"So fifty-nine strokes with the hairbrush, pet?"

You gulp and smile in response as I sit, patting my knee. You crawl to my feet. I instruct you to hand me the hairbrush from the coffee table. The brush is pretty - ornate and old-fashioned, made of brass. You do as you are told, and my response is to lift the hem of your slip until it has cleared your hips. I feel your cock stiffen against my thigh, and I let it slide because it's your birthday. I do want to reward my sweet Ashley tonight...my punishment for you is nothing beyond playful. You wiggle out of a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, but luckily the former far outweighs the latter.

Your cock twitches against my leg as I pull down your black satin panties until they are stopped by the junction of garter belt and stockings. You give voice to a meek sigh and wait...

Our brush has soft white bristles, which I use to tickle your thigh for a moment. You barely stifle a giggle. By the time you've caught your breath I have brought the first stroke down onto the top of your right cheek.

The first stroke is firm but gentle as the cold, heavy brush connects with your warm flesh. Like approaching thunder and lightning, you seem to hear the dull 'thwak' of the connection just a moment or two before you feel its tingle.

"One...Thank you, Mistress Jett. May I have another?"

In all, I deliver five strokes up and down each ass cheek, with you happily counting and thanking me for each smack of the brush. As we continue, the lightning draws nearer and the brush warms to match the temperature of your pink skin. I decide that we've had enough of a warm-up.

"Ten...Thank you, Mistress Jett. May I have another?"

With you bent over my knee in your delicate birthday outfit and your cheeks blushing to match the pink of your garments, how could I possibly refuse such a polite request? I bring the brush down on your left cheek first this time, a bit harder than the previous strokes. Instinctually, you try to lurch away from my hand even though you know there's nowhere for you to go. All that you succeed in doing is to press your semi-hard cock into my thigh. You stammer and start to speak, but I stop you.

"Hush, pet," I coo as I pat your bottom for a moment. "Just relax. I'm not angry with you."

You melt a bit and I know that you're ready to continue. The next set of somewhat gentle blows are delivered in quick succession. You are out of breath by the time we get to...

"Twenty...Thank you, Mistress Jett. May I have another?"

"Such a good pet," I reply, "Of course you may..." You smile and then there's that familiar twitch against the side of my thigh. It is clear to me that you're very much enjoying your birthday gifts, and there is a huge smile on my face as I bring the brush down once more.

Your ass is reddening, much brighter now than the glowing pink it had recently been. After a set of thuds up and down each side of your ass, I pause a moment to let the brush cool.

"Thirty...Thank you, Mistress Jett. May I have another?"

The lightning has caught up to the thunder and warmth emanates from you. I think you'll enjoy the sensation of the cool brass on your hot skin, drawing heat out of you at the same time that it creates more. I find that I am correct as I slow my pace and deliver blows that are each slightly harder than the previous. You've caught onto my new rhythm and your body tenses then releases as each connection is made.

"Forty...Thank you, Mistress Jett. May I have another?"

Your breath catches a bit, and I wonder aloud if you need a break. You look slightly embarrassed and assure me that you're doing just fine. I give you a moment to change your mind, and when you don't I strike again. Cool metal against your fiery red cheek soothes for a moment before its sting sets in. You hiss, your body slightly convulsing. You do not speak except to thank me and ask for the next. I smile and purr that we're nearing the finish line. A few strokes later, the hiss is louder as I connect and you suck in air through your clenched teeth.

"Fifty...Thank you, Mistress Jett. May I have another?"

"You may, sweet Ashley," I breathe. "In fact, you've been such a good pet tonight that I feel I must reward you. The remaining nine strokes will be delivered by my hand, rather than our hairbrush. Would you like that, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress Jett," you reply, almost in a daze. I can almost hear your thoughts as you will your prick to remain dormant.

I run my hand down and then back up your right cheek and thigh, barely tickling your sensitive spots with just the tip of two fingernails. A tiny moan escapes your lips. Almost as suddenly as my hand leaves your ass, it comes crashing back down to settle on the hot flesh there. My hand and fingers repeat their slow, teasing dance on your left side, finishing with a crack of noise and heat. I run the tips of my fingers slowly over the warmth there and feel you melt into me completely.

Six languid yet firm slaps follow...each is felt to your core, its warmth then flirted with by my fingertips. The final blow is delivered, my fingers stretched to their full length, right across the center of your ass. You jerk forward just a bit, coming to a rest once more against my thigh.

"Fifty-nine...Thank you, Mistress Jett."

I ask you how your poor little red ass feels, and your response comes..."It burns with a fire that you've created. This is a birthday that I will remember for a very long time."

I ask you if you'd like to release all of that tension you've been holding in all night, and your eyes light up as you hear the words.."Would you like to cum for me, pet?"

You nod a resounding "Hell, yes!" as you try to hide your excitement. At my instruction, you start rubbing the satin of your frilly panties against your half-hard cock. Within moments you are fully erect and blushing, your face competing with the brightness of your burning ass.

I have you stroke yourself, first gently. Take in the sensation of those scraps of luxurious fabric as your prick slides around inside. You feel different, sexy, with that thin layer of softness between your hand and your hard-on.

You speed up at my command, enjoying the friction and heat caused by your pretty birthday panties. It isn't long before you begin pleading with your eyes.

"Please, may I cum for you, Mistress Jett?"

I nod my consent with a pleased grin. "Yes, pet, you may. Show me how much you're enjoying this evening."

You let yourself go, shudders running through your body. On your face is a happy grimace as a dark, wet spot grows on your little pink panties.

Your look of contented embarassment fades as I motion for you to join me on the leather sofa. You climb up next to me, laying your head in my lap. I stroke your hair, whispering about what a good pet you are and how glad I am that your day of celebration has been a happy one.

Spent, you fall asleep there. I leave you for now, thinking about our next adventure together.