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for your birthday spanking.”
    He knows how much I love to get spanked by him, so this was just a way to prolong my anticipation. “Please spank me,” I said,
     my pussy flushed with desire as I turned my head to look up at him. “One forevery year. I need it,” I said, getting straight to the point. We don’t bother playing games where I pretend to misbehave
     to get “punished” and instead just acknowledge that we both get off on our spanking give and take.
    “Okay, Serena, you asked for it,” he said before raising his hand and bringing it crashing down onto my ass. I squirmed in
     his grasp, even though I didn’t want him to stop. I shifted so I could lean my head against his leg, feeling the warmth of
     his skin through the light fabric of his pants as he again brought his strength to bear on the other cheek. “We won’t know
     how many I’ve given you unless you count,” he said, and part of me was tempted to let him go for as long as he wanted, but
     I knew that part of the game was to pack as much pleasure into a given number of strokes as possible.
    “Two,” I called out, my voice sure and steady. The next blow landed smack on the center of my ass, covering both cheeks, as
     if my asscrack were the bull’seye. I kept counting as he tried different techniques, such as opening his fingers, then cupping
     them. With each blow, I pressed a little closer to him, huddling in my position and slowly raising my ass higher. By the time
     we got to “twenty,” I was well on my way to climaxing.
    “Serena, you weren’t thinking of coming already, were you? You know I want you to wait for me to join you,” he reprimanded,
     giving the next whack extra emphasis in conjunction with his words. I moaned, theonly response I could muster as the sensation traveled from my ass up through my cunt and into my chest, arms, and head, making
     me shake with pleasure. “I didn’t hear you count, Serena,” he said, and the way he spoke my name, so deep and husky, made
     me melt.
    “Twenty-one,” I said, sad to have almost reached the end of our session, but excited about the prospect of him sinking his
     hard, fat cock—which I could feel jerking underneath me—into my pussy. For the second time, he pressed his fingers into my
     sopping-wet tunnel, which had gotten even juicier with his carefully placed blows. He knows just where to strike to make me
     cream, and as he plunged his fingers inside me, I nuzzled against his thigh and squeezed my pussy tightly around his digits.
     “Yes,” I said, not even sure what I wanted by that point—more spanking or his cock.
    “I’ll fuck you, birthday girl, but you have eight more smacks to go, and I’m gonna make them good,” he told me. Then he proceeded
     to do just that, doling out the next seven with an intensity he hadn’t shown earlier. I knew his hand had to be stinging as
     much as my ass was, but he didn’t let on. When I got to my “one to grow on,” I felt the heat rushing through not just my ass,
     but the area surrounding it as well. My whole body felt hot, swollen, and horny. When he finally flipped me over to face him,
     I was as limp as a noodle, with all of my consciousness centered in my sex.
    He delicately carried me up the stairs as I wilted inhis arms, my butt throbbing every time it brushed against him. He deposited me on the bed, then took a moment to admire me.
     “You know, Serena, you get more beautiful every year.” Then he took out his cock, and I opened my mouth instinctively to suck
     him for a moment before letting go and spreading my legs to welcome him into my pussy.
    “Turn over,” he commanded, and I did so immediately, realizing that he wanted a view of my bottom, which he’d just so fabulously
     landscaped—it was now a vision of pink streaks. To aid him further, I reached behind me and spread myself for him.
    “I’m ready for my birthday fucking,” I said, knowing it would be the perfect complement to my birthday