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downstairs, but I guess I’d been toonaughty to allow even that. Vivian sent me home, telling me she was going to stay over at Mistress Megan’s and dream up more
     kinky torments for me. At home, I finally got to stroke my cock and came in about two seconds. When I logged on to my computer,
     I had a message from Mistress Megan and Mistress Vivian. “Meet us here in the morning. We have a present for you.”
    When I met them the next day, they presented me with a black collar. “Our pet” was engraved in the leather. “You’re to wear
     this at all times,” Mistress Vivian told me. “We’re going to train you to follow our orders. If you can’t obey, then you will
     soon find yourself single.” I now wear my collar proudly and answer to both my mistresses’ demands—preferably at the same
     time.
    —Mr. Jeffrey G., New York, New York
     
Spanking Slut Celebrates Her Birthday With Some Quality Smacks From Her Guy
    Last week, my boyfriend, Ed, threw me a fabulous surprise party, complete with all the people who are important to me, and
     a chocolate layer cake featuring twenty-eight candles blazing on top of it. I screamed when I walked through the door. I had
     expected a quiet dinner, only to find a roomful of people, all there to see me. I was so overcome with happiness that I cried,then washed my face and proceeded to drink champagne, mingle, and appreciate every second of my spectacular party.
    As the last guest finally headed out, I thought we might slip into bed, but Ed had other plans for me. “Where do you think
     you’re going?” he asked in a low voice as I started to creep upstairs, ignoring the smattering of cups, glasses, and other
     detritus from our revelry.
    I turned toward him, confused for a moment, until I saw the decidedly lecherous look on his face. That could only mean one
     thing—he wanted to spank me. And since it was my birthday, I was in for an extra-special treat, or at least my ass was. We
     have a longstanding ritual whereby on my birthday, our normally light spanking play takes a turn for the intense, with the
     kind of smacks that send shudders of excitement racing through my body and seem to make any thoughts in my brain simply evaporate.
    When he spanks me like that, we both go to another place. I feel like I’m floating, then I’m brought back to earth by the
     feel and sound of his hand slamming against my waiting flesh, as my upturned cheeks throb with the need for his touch. My
     birthday is always an excuse for us to channel this energy into a combination of spanking and sex that’s the most exhilarating
     erotic activity I know of, but one that we have to save for special occasions.
    If my ass could blush, it would’ve right then, as Ibacked down the stairs and looked directly at him. “Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice hushed.
    He didn’t speak, but stepped forward, then picked me up in a fireman’s carry and brought me over to the couch. Pushing aside
     the stray pillows, he splayed me across his lap. Something about being in this position makes me feel the most vulnerable—and
     the most aroused. I’m granting him permission to have his way with my ass, to strike me however he pleases, and to celebrate
     my turning one year older by seeing if I can take more than I did the last time. I know couples who playfully swat each other
     as a form of light foreplay, but for Ed and me, spanking is a transcendent act. “Are you ready?” he asked as he lifted up
     my skirt to reveal the pale pink panties I’d donned that morning—and creamed just moments before when he’d given me that look.
    I murmured my assent, but Ed was already reaching to find out for himself. Peeling down my panties just enough to reveal the
     round, lush curves of my ass, he said, “Hmm,” as he saw the evidence of my arousal. His finger dipped between my pussy lips,
     making me shudder. “I think you’re more than ready, Serena. But I want to hear you say it—beg me