My Birthday

There I was sitting on the couch in the McAig’s living room. I had been seeing Jo for about a month, without my Dad’s knowledge of course. His parents were gone for the evening, and both of us were ignoring whatever was on the television. It was the night before my sixteenth birthday, and that “good little girl” attitude was the furthest thing from my mind. We were French kissing while taking off each other’s clothes. As soon as he took off his shirt, I started stroking his chest. I could feel myself getting excited.

“Look!” I joked with him. “Your nipples get hard, too!”

We both laughed. He started to pull of his jeans but stopped as he saw me starting to strip. As I took my clothes of I couldn’t help but smile at him as I got down to my panties, I balled my fists and put my hands on my hips.

“Ok mister the shows over get to work.”

He laughed and undid his jeans. As he let them slip to the floor, I pulled the waistband of his underwear away from his body and peeked down between his legs.

“Something else is getting hard,” I said.

I freed his cock from the cotton briefs and gently fondled his balls. I put my mouth around the head of his cock and heard him moan with pleasure. I stroked his shaft with my lips. I thought about making him cum in my mouth, but then the whole thing would be over. I paused a moment when I felt him reach down and pull at my panties.

“I know what you can give me for my birthday,” I said.

I stuck the head of his cock back in my mouth and sucked on it a few more times. I had his full attention now.

“I need a spanking!”

I felt a tingle up and down my spine as the words came out of my mouth. He was reluctant at first. So, I bent myself over his knees. I have a very cute bottom and I made sure to wiggle it and squirm a little on his lap.

“I’ve been a very naughty girl, Jo and I need a spanking!” I pleaded.

I could see him thinking and I think the look in my eyes is what finally convinced him. He spanked my behind a few times, but the slaps were not hard enough. I kneeled on the floor in front of him, intending to give him a lecture on proper spanking techniques, but I soon found myself describing the scene in my bedroom with my father several weeks earlier. Jo got so excited by my story that he immediately pulled me back across his knees.

He yanked my panties down to my knees and gave me several swift smacks with the palm of his hand. This time they were much harder. He paused for a moment to pull my panties all the way off.

When he said, “Spread your legs!” I knew why and instantly obeyed. I felt his fingers probing between my legs, and I moaned with pleasure.

“Your pussy is soaking wet!” he said.

I was so excited, I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted his fingers inside me; I wanted his cock inside me; I wanted to feel his stinging hand on my ass.

“Spank me, Jo!” I moaned again.

Whack! Whack! I felt his hand sting my bare bottom. The excitement erupted through my entire body. Whack! Slap! My legs were flailing now. I squirmed and wriggled, and Jo spanked me even harder. I could feel Jo gain confidence as he worked. His swats had been kind of limp wristed and off target to start, but he improved rapidly. I gave him complete control of my body. I felt his stinging hand on my upper thighs. I felt his left hand take control of me head. I’m not sure if I was squirming to much or what, but the big hand entwined in my hair made quite an impression on me. Slap! Whack! I spread my legs as far as they would go. He spanked my inner thighs and I yelped.

My body shuddered with an orgasm like I’ve never felt before. Jo rolled me over onto the bed and rammed his cock deep inside my pussy. He pounded in and out, in and out and I must have come at least two or three more times before he exploded. We both collapsed on the bed.

“Happy birthday!” he said.

I’ll never forget it.