My Birthday Present Ch. 03

This is the third chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I recommend that you check them out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc. I would like to continue improving my writing style and all comments and criticisms are welcomed.

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I looked at him, completely taken aback. I couldn't believe that he was asking THAT of me. I wasn't the shyest of people, but I wasn't the most willing to display myself for the entire world to see either, but I couldn't refuse. Before long he gathered his clothes and put his shorts and shoes back on. He also gathered up my clothes and handed me my flip flops. Raphael looked me over again as he commanded me to start walking.

I had expected Raphael to walk next to me and when he forced me to walk in front, it threw me off guard. Once I realized however that he wasn't going to be walking next to me, I held my head up high, my breasts at attention and did as I was told. Though, I couldn't help but outrageously wiggling my ass for him as we walked. I found his hearty laugh to be even more arousing than being forced to display myself to him and anyone else who may be nearby at the moment.

When we got back to the cabin, he bent me over the railing and playfully smacked my butt for not taking my punishment seriously. At first, I thought it was a game, but the more I squirmed and giggled the harder and less playful the spanks got. After he had given me about twenty rather mild spanks, I still wasn't getting the hint that he was serious about being unhappy with me for being what he considered as disrespectful. He finally forced the picture into my head. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled back on it, arching my back. His forcefulness surprised me and I yelped. Of course, now he had my attention so he spanked each of my cheeks five times, each progressively harder, but they still weren't hard enough to inflict lingering marks.

By the time Raphael was finishing up my punishment, I was contemplating either begging for more or coming up with something to do to upset him, just so he would spank me again. His little display had fanned the flames of my desire until it engulfed my entire being. It was like I saw red and all I could think of was finding a way to get the incredible sensations to continue. By the time he stopped, I was quaking. Though, I truly hated upsetting and disappointing him, it just felt too good for me to worry about it at that moment.

When he finished, he turned me around, saw tears on my face and held me close. He didn't know right away however, that they were tears of joy and release not sorrow. One of his arms had wrapped around me holding me tighter than I ever had been before, and the other stroked my hair soothingly. He murmured against my hair, "Whoa, Whoa, baby, It's ok. I'm not mad. I enjoyed your show, but I've known you for longer than I can remember and I couldn't resist appealing to your naughty side," he said teasingly, "If I overstepped my boundaries, I am truly sorry. It will never happen again."

I could hear the intimate concern in his voice and couldn't help but laugh. "Raph, I think we need to work on our communication," I stated matter-of-factly, "I'm not crying because I am upset. There are tears because it felt so good that I didn't want you to stop. You made it about me, for me, not you, and I don't know how I am ever going to repay you." A smile slowly spread across his face as he registered the significance of the moment. He laughed against my hair as he said, "I'm sure I can come up with some way for you to work off your debts."

We stood there for a few more minutes until Raphael felt me shiver against him. At this point he led me inside and allowed me to go find some clothes. I heard the shower in his room start and after wandering around for a few minutes, settled in on the couch.

I started to ponder over the events that had so recently transpired. We had been friends for a really long time, but I noticed that the passion of our first kiss seemed to surprise us both. I couldn't believe that he had kissed me, but at the same time, nothing had ever felt more right. With Raphael, I felt safe, cared for and protected. I never felt as though I had to worry about whether or not he would try things I didn't want him to or if I would find myself compromising my dreams just to appease him.