Chapter 4: Spank Me! It's My Birthday!

Continued from chapter 3:

I take her hands in mine.

"Ask me, Auntie. I need you to ask me, so I know it's what you really want."

Monica's hands tremble slightly in mine as she takes a deep, shuddering breath. When she speaks, her voice is low and husky with barely restrained desire.

"Ero, I want you to touch me. To make me feel things I haven't felt in longer than I care to admit."

She brings her face close to mine, her lips nearly brushing my ear as she whispers, "Will you please, spank me? Not as a joke, but as a lover. Make me yours, if only for tonight. Show me pleasure I've been denied for far too long."

Her words end on a breathy plea, her body pressed flush against me, silently begging for my touch.

"Please, Ero, I need this. I need you."

"Of course I will, sweetie," I say with a smile. "Just to be clear, are we talking about a birthday spanking, or is that just for starters? Do you want a playful spanking, or a real spanking that you'll feel tomorrow?"

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A shiver of anticipation runs through Monica's body at my question, her eyes darkening with desire.

"Oh, Ero," she breathes, her voice low and sultry, "let's not sell ourselves short. I want more than just a playful tap."

She turns around slowly, presenting her back to me.

"I want to feel this tomorrow," she murmurs, glancing back at me over her shoulder with a coy smile. "A reminder of this special birthday gift."

"Well, Auntie," I pat my lap and smile at her, "you had better bend over my knees then."

With a deep, shuddering breath, Monica complies, bending over my lap with a fluid grace. The silken fabric of her dress rides up her thighs as she positions herself, exposing the creamy expanse of her legs. The pale, supple flesh of her calves gives way to the fuller curves of her thighs, still partially hidden by the clinging satin. Her heavy breasts press against the sofa arm, the soft weight of them mounding against the upholstery.

"Like this, Ero?" she asks, her voice muffled slightly as she rests her upper body across my knees.

Her hands clutch at the hem of her dress, knuckles white with tension and anticipation.

"Remember, darling, I trust you completely. Be gentle, at first."

Despite her words, there's a note of excitement in her tone, betraying her eagerness for what's to come.

"Hands on your head, or behind your back?" I ask.

She hesitates, then folds her arms behind her, wrists crossed, offering herself in silent submission.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice trembling with nervous anticipation.

"I'll let you choose, Monica," I say, rubbing her bottom through the black satin of her dress. She hisses, still not fully come to terms with me handling her like this. "You can either put both palms on the floor, or you can give me your right hand, and I'll keep it pinned behind your back for you. But this is happening, and you are not allowed to resist. Cry, scream, wiggle, and beg all you want, but nothing will stop this from happening, and nothing will stop me from spanking you until I'm done."

Monica inhales sharply as my hand caresses her clothed bottom, a jolt of electricity seeming to course through her at the intimate contact. At my commanding words, she feels a rush of conflicting emotions: trepidation, excitement, and a deep, primal arousal she can scarcely comprehend.

After a moment's hesitation, she slowly extends her right arm behind her back, offering me her hand in silent submission.

"Like this, Ero?" she asks, her voice trembling with nervous anticipation.

As I grasp her wrist, pinning her arm in place, she lets out a soft gasp, the position leaving her utterly **** and at my mercy.

"Please, be careful," she whispers, even as she arches her back slightly, presenting herself to me fully. "I trust you, but, I've never..."

I spank her. Not too hard. She gasps.

"Let's do your birthday spanking first, Auntie. You have fifty-two spanks. I'm going to give you the first thirteen over your dress. You will count after every spank, and every time you increase the number you will say, 'Spank me! It's my birthday!' Let's practice."

I spank the satin fluttering around her bottom. It makes a liquid piff sound.

"Well, Auntie? What do you say?"

As the first spank lands, Monica gasps sharply, her body jerking involuntarily against my lap. The sound of my palm connecting with the satin of her dress echoes obscenely in the quiet room.

"One! Spank me! It's my birthday!" she cries out, her voice high and breathless.

Despite the sting, she can feel a rush of heat pooling between her thighs, her body responding eagerly to this new sensation.

The second spank falls, and again she counts, her voice growing stronger.

"Two! Spank me! It's my birthday!"

By the third, she's arching into my touch, craving more.

"Three! Spank me! It's my birthday!"

Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath, her nipples visibly hardening beneath the thin fabric of her dress, pressing like pebbles against the black satin.

We get to thirteen. I hold her wrist in place and with my other hand, I take the hem of her skirt and raise it to reveal a large, wide bottom stretching out a pair of shiny, satin, rose-colored underwear briefs with maroon lace trim and matching satin bows. The generous globes of her ass fill the fabric completely, the material pulled taut across her flesh. My cock rockets to attention at this incredible view, straining against the confines of my trousers, as Monica squirms over my lap, obviously embarrassed, but too aroused to care.

To be continued in chapter 5...