I woke up late, sunlight already falling across my bed, and
stretched luxuriously under the soft, white cotton. It was my birthday. I opened my eyes and saw you in the
doorway. I don't know how long you had been standing there watching me sleep.
In your hand was a single, long-stemmed, red rose. I smiled and sat up, the
blanket falling to my waist, revealing bare breasts and creamy skin waiting to
be touched. I always wanted to be touched. You crossed the room and held the flower under my nose,
letting me take in the fresh, green scent. You placed a finger under my chin
and made me look at you.
"Feel," you said, "there are no thorns. I
removed them so that they wouldn't pierce your skin when I gave you your
birthday spankings."
I melted a little in that moment, but when I saw the
seriousness in your eyes, my breath caught and I bit my lip.
You gently pushed me back onto the bed and stripped off the
blanket. I lay there, naked under your gaze, and my whole body began to flush.
We stared at one another, each drinking the other in, sipping from the cup of
our mutual desire. My eyes lingered on your mouth, such a sexy mouth, your
chin, such a strong chin, and down to your hands. Oh god, those hands!
You held the rose by the tip of its stem and trailed the blossom
gently over my body. The petals, like velvet, slipped across my skin leaving
the faintest chills in their wake. It was delicious. You bent down, kissed me
gently, and whispered, "Turn over."
I complied and you placed a pillow under me, assuring
that my ass was properly on display. You continued your soft stroking. I felt
the petals kiss the backs of my knees, trace the curve of my ass, dance
across my back, and finally come to rest against the hollow of my neck. You
reached onto the side table and withdrew a paring knife. With it, you cut the
rose from its stem, placed it in a small glass of water, and smiled down at me.
"Are you ready?" you asked. The look in my eye
gave all the consent you needed. "Count for me."
I closed my eyes and listened to the stem whistle through
the air, before feeling the first, sharp sting.
"One," I gasped.
You stroked your hand across my plump cheeks, admiring the
stripe, deciding where your next blow should land.
"Two. Three. Four." I whispered, as those lashes
came in quick succession.
I opened my eyes and focused on the flower by the
bed...five. Oh god. It felt so good. Six. Seven. Eight. I writhed under your
lashes, knowing that before you were finished, my ass would match the flower in
color. Nine. Ten!
You moved to the other side of the bed and I squirmed under
your gaze. You liked it when I squirmed. With eleven and twelve you found new
places for the stem to fall, my ass rising up to meet it. Through the teens you
worked down and back up my thighs, leaving small, pale welts in your wake. Your hand smoothed over my skin,
soothing me, warming me. You guided my ass higher up in the air and completed
the set. By the end I was crying out the numbers like prayers. I gulped air
into my lungs, sweat dampened my brow, and I looked up at you.
With one final stroke, you imparted the proverbial 'one to
grow on' and then dropped the stem to the floor and pressed your face against
the hot, striped skin of my ass. Your lips ran over welt after welt, kissing
them. Tasting them with your tongue. You stood up and looked down at me.
"So beautiful," you whispered.
You smoothed the hair back from my face, traced your finger
down my spine, dipping into the cleft of my ass, and forward, feeling the
wetness of my pussy. You stroked me then, fingers delving briefly inside me,
and back out to circle my clit. You crawled onto the bed, knelt between my legs,
and nestled the tip of your cock against me. I whimpered and tried to push back
onto you, but you moved with me and continued to tease.
"Please," I begged. "I need you. I need to be
filled."
And with that you plunged your cock deep into my pussy,
filling me to overflowing. You pressed your cool hips against my burning ass. I
could feel the weight of you balls brush against me. In that moment I felt so
complete. A deep sigh of contentment escaped my lips. Your hands grasped my hips, fingers kneading the soft flesh
there, and you began to move in me, finding a rhythm, our rhythm. By now our
bodies knew one another so well. Your cock tasted my depth, moving slowly in
and out, and then suddenly landing deep inside, grazing my cervix.
"Oh, god, yes!" I moaned, and you knew what I
wanted. You began to pound into me, my hips thrusting up to meet yours at every
turn. It was such beautiful torment. I was so close, so very close.
You reached underneath me and grasped my nipple, burying
yourself to the hilt, and commanded that I cum for you. And I did. I came so
hard that stars bloomed behind my eyes and your name escaped my lips over and
over again. And still you didn't stop. You kept fucking me, prolonging my
orgasm. I thought it would never end. I hoped it would never end. And finally,
as my name crossed your lips, you pulled out of me and came in warm, sticky
spurts across my ass. Your cum a balm on my striped flesh.
We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. You kissed my
brow, said "happy birthday," and we drifted off to sleep.
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