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spanking. There was
     no prelude or counting this time around. He simply slammed his cock into me, hard, just the way I wanted it. I moved my hands
     above my head and let him take my cunt again and again, offering up my body to him. Ed didn’t need to say a word to let me
     know he loved me—and wanted me to come. His thrusting hips and heavy grunts told me all I needed to know.
    I slipped my hand down to play with my clit, which he encouraged. “Yes, touch yourself. Come for me, my naughty birthday girl.”
     He grabbed my ass then, squeezing my reddened cheeks, and that action made me come all over his cock and thereby cause him
     to erupt as well. Ed sank down against me, peppering my neck with kisses as we rolled over and over in our hugebed. “I want to give you your birthday spankings until we’re old and gray. Can you imagine what seventy-eight smacks will
     be like?” he whispered in my ear. My body tingled at the very thought.
    —Ms. Serena L., Tempe, Arizona
     
When His Trip Gets Canceled, They Kill Time With Him Tied to the Bedposts
    When my fishing trip with my girlfriend, Tracy, got canceled because of a thunderstorm, we didn’t want it to ruin the entire
     weekend, so we swore we’d make our own fun at home. Tracy decided to bake chocolate chip cookies, warming the whole apartment
     and filling the air with their delicious scent. But when I went to sample the first batch, she stopped me, standing in front
     of the cookies, holding them hostage.
    “I think you need to earn the right to sample these cookies. Now, strip naked and get into bed. Lie down on your back, your
     arms at your sides, with your eyes closed. I’ll be in to deal with you in five minutes.” Hearing her talk that way was music
     to my ears. We’re not a 24/7 lifestyle couple, but we do occasionally dabble in female domination, and when Tracy orders me
     to do something, I obey immediately. I was on my back on the bed in no time. As I waited, my cock started to stiffen in anticipation
     of what she might have in store for me—would she order me to masturbate for her,would she drip hot wax on my chest, would she make me suck one of her big dildos?
    As my mind raced, Tracy walked back into the room holding a coil of black rope. I briefly peeked at her, even though she’d
     commanded me to keep my eyes shut. “Did you open your eyes?” she barked, her voice taking on that special tone she uses when
     she wants to let me know she’s in charge. I didn’t answer, hoping my silence wouldn’t condemn me. It didn’t matter, because
     either way, she was going to tie me up. Tracy finally granted me permission to open my eyes, then ordered me to extend my
     arms and legs toward the corners of the bed. As I did this, she took the rope and bound my hands to the bedposts, making sure
     the knots were secure by tugging at each rope.
    The pressure of the bindings against my wrist sent a message to my cock. It went wild, jerking around crazily as she went
     about her task. Then she did the same with my ankles, before teasingly running her nails along my inner thigh. I shuddered,
     my limbs twitching as she kept touching me. She slowly stripped in front of me, my mouth salivating as she whipped off her
     bra, then her panties, until she was also totally nude. Tracy climbed on top of me, giving me a perfect overhead view of her
     sex. She began swaying above me, rotating her hips and then playing with her pussy, knowing that I was dying for a taste.
     “You wish you could get up right now, don’t you? You wish you could taste my sweet nectar, shoving your tongue deepinto my hole?” The more she talked, the more aroused I got.
    Tracy began pumping two of her fingers into her cunt, while with her other hand she pinched her nipples. My eyes soaked it
     all in, hungry for her body as she got herself off. She used to be a dancer and is steady on her feet, so she swiveled her
     hips and swooped down, bringing her pussy near enough for me