A spank for every year

She pops her butt up and down, making the cheeks jump, but not quite twerking. My cock is rock hard now, throbbing in the air at the sight of her upturned ass presented like that, and the offer to give her a spanking. Another first for me, but a secret fantasy, having always been an ass man.

I swallow hard, then knee-walk up the bed until I’m right next to her. The mattress dips under my knee as I brace myself for balance. She’s on all fours, back arched, head turned to watch me over her shoulder, with this teasing glint in her eyes.

"Okay," I say, but it comes out rougher than I expected. "Twenty-one spanks. And you’re sure?"

She nods, biting her lip. "I’m sure, birthday boy. I bet you’ve wanted to do this since you saw me bent over."

I take a breath because she’s not wrong, and bring my hand to rest over her right cheek. The golden skin is flawless. After a quick exploratory rub of that perfect orb, I raise my hand a foot or two and then I bring my palm down. It’s relatively gentle, barely a tap, and just enough to make a soft smacking sound in the quiet room.

She doesn’t even flinch. Instead, she chuckles and chides me. "Come on, Jay. You can do better than that. I won’t break."

I feel my face turn red, but it’s mixed with excitement. I smack the same cheek again, being sure to be a little harder this time. The sound is louder, a more satisfying sounding crack, and her flesh jiggles just a bit under the impact.

Still nothing. She arches her back more, pushing her ass higher. "Is that all you’ve got, papi? I have enough back there to take it."

That does it. After I wind back, I bring my hand down with real force – crack – right across the center of her right cheek. The impact stings my palm, and her ass ripples from the blow, leaving a faint pink blooming in the shape of my hand almost immediately.

She lets out a sharp yelp, surprised by the force I used, sending her whole body jolting forward an inch. "One!" she gasps breathily, letting me know the first two didn’t count.

I pause, making sure she’s ok with it, but raise my hand when she doesn’t move any more than the initial jump. I can see the way her tits hang heavily beneath her, swinging from the jolt like pendulums before settling.

In my distraction, she glances back, and her eyes look like they’re sparkling. "Keep going."

I switch to the left cheek. Another hard smack, cracking out even louder than the last time. Her ass clenches under my hand, and the meaty flesh bounces as she pulls forward before resuming her position. Both cheeks are now showing signs of the impact as they turn a reddish pink.

"Two!" she cries out, yelping again. Her tits swing more violently this time, and she drops down onto her elbows. Her nipples brush the sheets below as they start to swing side to side for a moment as she widens the stance of her knees to better stabilize herself.

There’s no stopping now. I start to find a rhythm, alternating left, right, each swat landing with a sharp crack that turns her golden skin to an even darker red. She stops counting after two, but the tone is set. Every hit draws a sexy yelp or grunt from her, sending her body jumping and her ass cheeks rippling before clenching in response. The outlines of my handprints are lost as the results of the spanks spread out over the full breadth of her ass.

I love watching her tits hang and swing with each impact, almost as much as watching her ass jiggle when I strike it. The size of them causes them to sway wildly, forward and back. The motion is hypnotizing.

Around the tenth smack, I reach down with my free hand to fondle the breast closest to me. It’s overflowing my palm as I heft its weight toward her chest. Feeling the hard nipple press into my palm, I adjust to pinch it and roll the rubbery nub between the knuckles of my index and middle fingers. She gasps, lifting back up onto her hands from her elbows and arching her back deeper, keeping her ass high like she’s begging for more.

"Goddammit Jay- Fuck, yes," she moans, grinding back against nothing.

Capturing the nipple between my thumb and finger instead, I smack her ass again while rolling it roughly. When she yelps and jumps with a smack that sends her tits swinging, it causes the nipple to pull free from my firm grip. She hisses at the added stinging from having her nipple pulled so hard, as well as the burning of her ass that feels like it’s on fire where it’s red. When she stills again, I take her breast right back into my hand and start manipulating her nipple again.

Twelve.

Thirteen – her ass is a deep, burning red with handprints overlapping into a uniform blush.

The side of her face I can see shows her eyes clenched shut as she goes between licking her lips and chewing on them. The noises vary between yelps upon impact, to turning into throaty moans and whimpers in between. Her body is slick with a light sheen of sweat as it takes her “punishment.”

Even though my own palm is stinging, I keep going, giving her number fourteen, as my cock throbs from watching her take it all.

Just before I’m about to come down and deliver number fifteen, she repositions slightly, glancing over at me with a crazed expression.

"Come here," she pants. "Get in front of me."

I move, wondering where this is going, and she scoots back to give me room so I can kneel in front of her at the head of the bed. She stays on all fours, but facing me so I’m staring down her back at the ass that’s arched up high. While I’m taking in the magnificent view of how round and prominent her ass is from this angle, I suddenly feel a hand wrap around my shaft, and then her mouth engulfs my cock.

She pushes forward, sucking me in deep with no preamble, while her ass hovers there like an offering. I audibly groan at the unexpected sensation, and instinctively reach down to grab a fistful of hair. She moans around me, bobbing in earnest, bringing back the wet sloppy sounds I now associate with her blowjobs. She quickly has me buried to the hilt with her nose nestled in my pubic hair and the head down her throat.

With a wiggle of her head, forcing the last centimeter she can down her gullet, she holds for a second before popping off, gasping. “Don’t stop,” she says, and takes me right back into her mouth.

Remembering the task she set me to, I place my right foot next to her hand, and my left hand on her back for support, sliding my right hand down her spine. I trace between the flexed muscles on either side of it that create a narrow gulch down her back, following it all the way to the crack of her ass. I judge my reach as I hunch forward over the top of her.

The angle is awkward but the distance works, and when my hand comes down again – CRACK – her head jolts forward on my cock, taking me deeper as she chokes and sputters, wincing away from the strike. Recovering quickly, she moans again, except now it’s muffled by my bulbous head cutting off her air supply.

I take my time between administering the spanks – Crack – right cheek just as she’s pulling back off my knob – to enjoy her skilled mouth.

She sucks harder in response, and I can visualize her cheeks hollowing out. Her hand moves to fondle my balls while her ass ripples from the impact.

Crack – left cheek.

Her body rocks forward again, and while I’d love to see her tits swinging beneath her, I wouldn’t give up the sound of her gagging on my cock as the force of the jolt shoves me back into her throat to see it.

I keep going – eighteen – each swat lands hard, to the point her skin feels like her ass is on fire when I rub it after each strike. The strikes have been coming down closer to the top of her ass since we changed position, which is probably good, because the reddening patches show just how dark the rest I can see has become. None of it changes that every smack makes her suck me as far as she can from our angle, swallowing and massaging me with her throat, whether she means to or not.

Nineteen – she pulls back just enough to gasp for air, and I look down to check if she’s ok, seeing saliva dripping from her lips onto the comforter beneath her. It’s as if the pain of what I’m doing is fueling her gusto, and then dives right back in, taking me back down to the root.

Twenty – her ass clenches under my palm, while I watch her cheeks trembling, and she whimpers around me. Faltering, her teeth scrape my cock for the first time all night.

Twenty-one – the hard crack echoes off the tray ceiling of the bedroom from the impact of my hand on her delicious ass, with enough force that it makes her whole body shudder. She moans so deep it sounds like it’s coming from her core.

Having taken all twenty-one, she pulls off with a wet, gasping pop, leaving thick ropes of saliva from her lips to my shaft, as well as to her hand where it’s still holding my sack. I see her back muscles flex, and her ribs expand and contract to catch her breath.

With my cock free of immediate danger, I wind back with no warning and deliver the final smack unexpectedly with everything I’ve got. “And one to grow on!” I proclaim as it hits. The sharp crack bounces off the walls.

“Puta madre!” she calls out, caught off guard and lurching forward hard enough to bump her head into my hip before she drops to her elbows and lowers her head to her forearms. “You little shit,” she chuckles at the end.

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