As part of the holiday stories, I’ve brought back Maria from Baker’s Dozen a few times. I decided to make her birthday July 4, and I decided to write a birthday spanking scene for her. Here’s some of it:
Maria wasn’t sure about using her bedroom for whatever was going to happen — she didn’t want to give Roberto the wrong idea — so they ended up in the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. “Have you ever had a birthday spanking?” he asked, almost tripping over the last word.
“Not that I can recall. Why?”
“Well, I figure, you’re turning thirty-five, right?” When she nodded, he said, “thirty-five swats isn’t very many.”
“No, but we can start there.”
“I have a better idea.”
Roberto’s smile was a little sinister now. “I used to watch these spanking videos by Clare Fonda, and she used to do birthday spankings. But instead of just spanking the person for that year, she spanked them for every year.”
“Yes. But not thirty-five swats each time. We do one for each year — so, one swat, then two swats, then three swats, and so on.”
“How… how many is that?”
“I did the math.”
“Of course you did.”
He chuckled. “Six hundred and thirty spanks.”
Maria’s heart leapt into her throat. That sounded like a lot, especially from someone she’d never played with before. But then, it couldn’t hurt nearly as much as Zach’s spankings had done that first time. Roberto would probably go easy on her because it was her birthday.
“We don’t have to do that,” he said when he saw her expression. “We can just do this year–“
“No, I think I want to do the whole thing.”
“Oh.” He paused. “If you’re sure.”
“Okay.” He looked down at her black denim shorts. “Do you want me to do it over those?”
“I don’t think I’d feel it if you did.” Now that Maria had agreed to it, she was feeling emboldened. At least a little. “Let me go change.”
“Okay,” he said again.
Maria went into her bedroom and closed the door. She exchanged her shorts for a tennis-style skirt, something she’d never wear in public because she didn’t want to risk showing off her backside to the world. Under it, she put on her cheekiest black panties, a pair with lace edges and a little bow in the front, a pair that covered less than a third of her ass. She wasn’t ready to go bare-bottomed, not on the first meeting, but she wanted to feel this.
She needed to feel this.
When Maria returned to the living room, Roberto had moved to the middle of the couch. He saw her and put his phone on the coffee table, watching as she walked slowly to where he was sitting. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“I’m…” She swallowed hard. “I’m ready.”
“Then you should go over my knee, I think.”
I’m not making up that thing about the Clare Fonda videos, but a cursory googling didn’t find any of the ones I referred to. So here’s a video of Clare spanking Chelsea Pfeiffer for your enjoyment.
Oh, you wanted to see Maria getting spanked? Well, you’ll just have to wait until next July. Something to look forward to.