I count.
One… Two… Three…
A flick to the tip of his cock, a smack — curved palm against pink flesh, a pinch along the shaft…
Four…
A solid thwack from clapped hands on either side of his swollen head…
Five… Six…
Alternating percussive strikes, I pinch and scratch, pull and smack, flick, squeeze, and spank as the numbers climb.
It’s his birthday, you see. And a spanking is in order.
But since the world right now is so completely out of order, I feel the need to assert my own sort of order, and I’ve decided to enact our usual birthday-spanking tradition a bit differently.
And so we count — in ones, with no repeats* — Seven… Eight… Nine… until we reach the magic number.
And then, with soft-feather shushes over swollen-thick flesh drawing forth shuttered breaths and can’t-hold-back sighs, I count again…
one ~ two ~ three ~ four
until, with an expulsion of shocked air and a shudder of erotic relief
it becomes quite clear
…that he is down for the count.
*Because I am evil wonderful, I quite often “lose track” of my count or have to re-do imperfect strikes when I am giving him his typical birthday spanking, and the resultant One… Two… Two… No, that’s better: Two… Three… Four… Four… Four and a half… Four and 5/8… Five… ends up being more like 174 smacks on his bum by the time we are done. But I don’t think his cock can take that kind of birthday torture in addition to the pinch/scratch/smack variety being administered today,** so I’m being nice.
**today not being today, today but rather The Day In Question (his birthday was last week Friday; this took place after he de-moat-ed me)
Even kinky torture and birthday treats need a good shaking up once in a while…
*nod, nod*
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This inspires me to think up new ways of celebrating BIKSS’ birthday.
Somehow, picturing you giving BIKSS a spanking just makes me giggle! 😋
I love this!
Though it’s strange how all sadistic dominants have this tendency to lose count, when it’s for their benefit 🤔
Haha! Yes, it must be some kind of mathematical malfunction in the brain. 😛
This, like many of your posts, made me smile.
Your birthday spanks sound the ultimate in “Stop! …Don’t Stop” torture. I am sure you both have a lot of fun with them. Thanks so much for sharing.
We have fun with them. 🙂
That is a brilliant tradition!I can image u have a few other fab traditions in your house!
May x
We do indeed. 😉
What a decadently evil way to celebrate his special day!
Yes, I’m an angel, aren’t I? 😇
You are indeed angelic Mrs Fever!! 😇😇😇. The celebration must have been a tease of heaven and hell for your hubby.
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