Birthday Bride by Marie Pinkerton

fires of hell are on my butt!”  I grabbed the sit spot that
Mark had walloped, and danced around the room.  “Stop laughing!  Ow! Goodness gracious
that hurts!”
    Mark
was sitting on the ground, he was laughing so hard.  He grabbed my leg when I
danced near, pulled me close to him, and kissed my rear end.  “There, does that
make it better?”
    “No!” 
I laughed and cried at the same time.  “Okay, never again!  Ow!”  I plopped
down onto his lap, making him have to scramble to catch me in time.  “How about
we just kiss some more?”
    My
husband obliged, and we made out for a few more minutes while my butt settled
down to a low throb.
    I
broke off the kiss, and bit my lip and looked up at Mark.  “I’m ready for my
spanking now.”
    “What–really?”
    I
nodded.  I wanted this.  I wanted to have it to remember for the day, both
physically and mentally.  At this point, emotionally, too.
    He
lifted me up to my feet, and I retook my position over the back of the couch
while Mark reclaimed the bath brush.  He put his left hand on the small of my
back, and rubbed the slick wood against my rear.  The spanks started light,
like I had figured out last night and Mark would have found in his research.  After
several dozen swats to warm up the entire area, he started the spanking in
earnest.
    Heavy
swats intermixed in with light, with the majority being medium.  He varied
them, and I never knew how hard one would be, or where.  My sit spot was a
favorite target, and each spank rekindled the memory of the punishment swat.  Fire
flamed from the top of my buttocks down to the top of my thighs.  Sitting wasn’t
going to be a pleasant endeavor, at all.  It hurt, but felt so good.
    Mark
paused, and I braced myself, expecting a huge wallop to come.  Instead, he put
the tip of his penis in my sex, grabbed my shoulders, and eased himself in.  I
let out a shuddering gasp as his length entered me.  He held on tight as he
pulled out and pushed back in, increasing the speed.  Each full insertion was
met with the slap of flesh against flesh, the sensations of the well-spanked
skin adding to my pleasure.  We came in unison, my husband collapsing on top of
me.
    After
taking a minute to recover a bit, Mark pulled out, my knees giving way when he
did so.  He scooped me up and went to lie down on the couch, actually using the
piece of furniture for its intended purpose.  I lay on top of him, stretched
out.  He had one hand on my breast, the other massaging my bum.
    “I
think I’ll call in sick,” I told him, stretching my head up to kiss him.
       
He kissed me back, but swatted my butt.  “No days off.  Today is supposed to be
a normal day.  We’re testing whether we should be together or not.”
    I
snorted.  “Yeah, like screwing me over the back of the couch is normal.”
    He
had the sense to look abashed.  “Well, I meant to just give you a spanking to
dwell on all day.  But, your butt’s rather attractive, and I couldn’t resist.” 
I kissed him for the compliment.
    “So
I have to go to work,” I pouted.
    “Unless
you want to go over the back of the couch again.”
    I
hesitated.  Which part did he mean?
    “Wow,
you had to think about it?  I didn’t do my job right.”  He shifted underneath
me so that he was in a seated position, and I was over his lap.  He grabbed the
bath brush from the coffee table, and didn’t bother with warm-ups this time.
    “Ow! 
Okay!  I’ll go to work!”  It hurt, but I still giggled.
    “Giggling? 
Really?”
    Everything
up to now paled in comparison to what Mark unleashed.  Words took too much
breath; I was too shocked to breathe in.  The flat thud sound of the solid wood
hitting my rear echoed in the room.  Or maybe it wasn’t an echo – maybe he
really was spanking that quickly.  The stinging set in, and the fire blazed the
trail Mark followed.  From the upper thigh to the top of a cheek, then down the
other side.  Special attention