That night changed everything.  I went from a virgin with no experience to a young woman that wanted it whenever Erik and I could get together.  Our passion set the sheets on fire the moment I arrived at his house, and it burned until our bodies were exhausted.  Some nights I made it home and was there when my parents woke up and some nights I stayed at his place.  It didn’t seem to matter much to my parents.  Occasionally, my mother would ask if I was coming home that night, but she never asked where I was going or who I was with.  During my teenage years, I wanted that kind of freedom, but as an adult, I just wanted them to care.  I was rather surprised when I walked downstairs on the morning of my birthday to find a present on the dinner table and a cupcake sitting beside it with one candle sticking out of the top.  I walked towards it cautiously, wondering if someone else shared a birthday with me and my parents had just bought a present for them instead, but my name was on the card.

“I know it isn’t much, but I wanted to get you something.”  My mother walked into the room and motioned to the table.  “Happy Birthday, Charley.”

“Thank you.”  I tilted my head as I picked up the present.  “Can I open it?”

“Of course.”  She nodded and smiled.

I didn’t know what to expect when I started removing the wrapping paper.  I hadn’t really received a present from my parents since I was in middle school.  Once I made it to high school, they normally just got me a cake and a card with some money in it.  It worked out better anyway since they didn’t know what to really get me.  When I went away to college, the cards that had previously been hand delivered started arriving in the mail.  The wrapping paper was removed to reveal a white box, which I opened to find a card sitting on a photograph.  I opened the card first to find a silly birthday card with some money inside of it, just like I normally got.  Underneath that was a photograph of the family gathered to celebrate my graduation from high school.  I stared it for a moment and tilted my head.  I had never seen that photograph.  I had some of me in my cap and gown in the house and I had some with friends, but none with my family.  I pulled it out of the box and held it up, looking over at my mother.

“I know we haven’t really talked about school.  Your father is still struggling with it.  I wanted you to have that photograph to remember that we do love you, even if we wish you would have made better choices.”  She let out a sigh and looked down at the floor.

“Thank you...”  I muttered and stared at the picture.

I felt a twinge of guilt in my stomach as I looked at the photograph.  My father was actually smiling—almost beaming with pride with his arm around me.  I didn’t get to see that smile at graduation.  I was too busy running from one spot to the next so I could pose with friends.  The weight of what I had wasted started to settle on me as I stared at the photograph and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.  I didn’t want to cry in front of my mother so I quickly hugged her and retreated to my room with the cupcake in my hand.  I closed my bedroom door and sat down in the floor, stuffing the cupcake into my mouth as I continued to stare at the photo.  I had to correct the mistakes I made.  I had to get back in school, even if it was a local school and I had to retake some classes.  I picked up my cell phone and found a text message from Madison wishing me a happy birthday.  Seeing her name on my phone sent a bit of guilt coursing through my veins, but I swallowed it and got ready for work.

I really do need to get my life together.

***

I OPENED THE DOOR TO Erik’s house and found him waiting on me with a cake that had lit candles stuck all around the top.

“Happy Birthday!” 

“Wow!”  I closed the door and smiled as he motioned for me to come over and blow out my candles.

I wasn’t sure I could put more cake in my stomach.  The cupcake for breakfast was pretty hardcore to begin with and the people at work had gotten me an even bigger birthday cupcake from one of the local bakeries.  I walked over to Erik and leaned in to give him a kiss as he wrapped his arms around me.  What I thought would be a quick peck before I blew out the candles turned into a passionate kiss with his hands moving along my body and making me tingle with desire for him.  I had time to think about my encounter with my mother that morning and what I had to do in order to change things for the better.  The one thing I couldn’t stand to lose was Erik.  Even if I did get back in school or found a job that could lead to a career, I needed his touch.  It kept me grounded in reality when nothing else made sense.  I knew that meant a tough decision was in store for us when Madison finally did return home, but I wasn’t ready to think about that yet.  I had a wish to make—one that I hoped would actually come true.

“So what are you going to wish for?”  His lips finally broke from mine and I turned towards the cake.

“I can’t tell you that...”  I winked at him and blew until all twenty-two candles were extinguished.

Happiness.  Peace.  They’re one and the same at this point.

“I’m sure it was a good one.”  He wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kissing my neck, reaching down and unfastening my jeans.

“You’re a little eager to get my pants off.”  I leaned back against him.

“I have a special birthday present for you that requires it.”  He unzipped and started sliding them down my hips.

“Oh yeah?”  I let out a sigh as put his hand on the front of my thigh and started lightly moving it along the edge of my panties.

“I’m going to make you cum with this.”  He ran his tongue along the edge of my ear and my pussy started to tingle.  “I’m going to lick you until you explode.”

“You’ve never done that to me before...”  Goosebumps covered my skin as his words lingered in my ear.

“We’re always too anxious for something else, but tonight I want to take it a little slower.”  He kissed down my neck and then back up to my ear.  “It is going to be all about you.”

“This might just end up being my favorite birthday ever.”  I felt my panties being pushed down as well and once they dropped past my thighs, I kicked them to the side, along with my jeans.

“Before we get to this.”  He licked my ear again.  “There’s something else we have to take care of.”

“What’s that?”  I felt a sigh of pleasure escape my lips as his tongue continued to explore my neck.

“Your birthday spanking.”  He released his grip around my waist and pulled a chair out from the table.

“Oh!”  I blinked a couple of times.

“Get over here.”  He grabbed my arm playfully.

“I should probably put my jeans back on...”  I teased and reached towards them, but he pulled me towards his lap.

“No way.”  He guided me across his knee.  “You’ve been a naughty girl this year, so you deserve to get your birthday spanking on your bare bottom.”

“Have I been naughty?”  I looked over my shoulder and tilted my head. “I don’t think so...”

“I do.”  He gave me a firm smack that landed in the middle of my ass.

“That tickled.”  I grinned and wiggled my ass at him.

“You have twenty-two to go.  Maybe you should be careful about taunting me.”  Another smack landed on top of the previous one, and it was a little harder, but not enough to hurt.

“Still just a tickle...”  I wiggled my ass again.

“If you keep taunting me...” he rubbed my ass lightly with his fingers and then moved between my legs, lightly caressing the edge of my pussy, “you’re going to get a real spanking.”  He moved back to my ass and gave me one that was hard enough to sting a little bit.

“You say that like it is a bad thing.”  I looked over my shoulder and bit down on my lip as I wiggled my ass again.  “You said I had been naughty.”

“You most certainly have been.”  His hand came down two times, bouncing from one side of my bottom to the other and leaving a bit of a sting behind.  He quickly moved his hand between my legs and rubbed along the exterior of my pussy again.

“Am I going to get this every time I’m naughty?”  I moved my hips until I was rubbing against his cock, feeling it start to swell a little from the contact. 

“Maybe so.”  He let out a sigh as his cock was stimulated and then pulled his hand away from my pussy, giving me two more smacks that mirrored the previous two.

“How many am I up to?”  I moved my hips.  “I lost count.”

“That was seven.”  His hand came down three times in the center of my bottom, a little quicker and harder than the previous ones.  “And that was eight, nine and ten.”

“I felt those...”  I let out a bit of a moan and then his hand moved between my legs again, rubbing my pussy a little faster.

“I bet.”  He pulled his hand away from my pussy and brought it down fairly hard in the center where the previous three had landed.

“Ouch!”  I winched from the painful smack and tensed up for a moment.  The spot where his hand landed still stung after his hand was removed.

“Was that too much?”  He started rubbing my ass lightly with his hand.

“No...”  I relaxed and shook my head.

Should I tell him it actually excited me more than anything?

“Good.”  He stopped rubbing and landed another one that wasn’t quite as hard on one side of my bottom and then another one that mirrored it on the other side.

“Back to tickling me again?”  I wiggled my ass at him and he started rubbing my pussy again.

“Fine...”  He pulled his finger away from my pussy.  “We’ll do those two over again.”

“Ah!”  I let out a bit of a squeal when two very hard smacks landed, one right after the other, in the same spots as the previous two.  My ass squeezed together as the sting quickly spread across it.

“Still want to complain about tickling?”  He moved his hand between my legs and rubbed my clitoris in a circle.

“No.”  I shook my head back and forth, but quickly succumbed to the pleasure of having his finger swirling around my clit.

His finger remained in place for a bit longer than it had before.  My bottom still stung a little bit from my second round with number twelve and thirteen of my birthday spanking.  There was something about the sting that almost intensified the pleasure I was feeling.  I had never even received a birthday spanking before, so I certainly had never felt the sting of a real spanking—my parents definitely didn’t believe in it.  The first time I felt the sting, it had heightened my curiosity.  The last two had been a little bit harder, but it was more shock than pain that caused the reaction.  I kind of wondered what it would be like to get a real spanking.  I knew it wouldn’t come with the bliss of having my pussy rubbed and pleasured between the painful smacks, but it was still a little exciting to think about it.  His finger pulled away right as the pressure inside started to really build and I thought I was possibly going to orgasm.  I felt his hand return to my ass and rub the flesh that had finally stopped stinging.

“Fourteen.”  He said as his hand came down hard on the right side of my ass.  “Fifteen.”  Another one followed it in the exact same spot on the opposite side.

“Those didn’t tickle!”  I recoiled slightly, but immediately relaxed.

“No more tickling.”  His hand came down for number sixteen.  “I know what you like now.”

“Ow!”  I clenched my ass again as number sixteen landed across the middle.

“You like to be spanked like a naughty girl.”  Number seventeen landed where sixteen had landed, and it was a little harder, amplifying the sting that the previous smack had created.

“Yeah...”  I admitted with a moan when his fingers moved back to my pussy and stroked the middle, briefly dipping into the entrance before he started rubbing my clitoris again.

My body was buzzing with a different kind of energy and my pussy was practically on fire from being touched and aroused.  The last four had been hard enough to really sting and the impact had resonated from the spot where they landed to my pussy, causing it to tingle each time his hand came down.  It was a strange, pleasurable experience.  His finger moved in a circle around my clitoris and I could feel the orgasm building.  I wasn’t going to last long enough to feel his tongue if he kept going and I definitely wanted to know what oral pleasure felt like—I also wanted to return the favor and provide him that same kind of pleasure.  We really hadn’t been able to explore much together because our passion was so strong we barely got more than a couple of words out before we were all over each other.  I certainly wasn’t complaining, but the spanking was making me face some different desires I had never really considered.  My hips were moving fast, grinding against his cock, which was swollen in his pants.  His finger stopped before I could climax and then I felt his hand on my ass again.

“How about we finish this birthday spanking up.”  He patted my ass a few times.

“Okay...”  I nodded and raised my ass until it was arched against his palm.

“Five more and the one to grow on.”  He rubbed my ass and then brought his hand down hard.  “Eighteen.”

“Mmm.”  I moaned and lifted against his palm again.

“Nineteen.”  His hand came down in the same spot, causing my pussy to buzz from the impact.

“Yeah...”  I felt my breath picking up.

“Twenty.”  His hand came down harder, in the exact same spot.  My pussy started to lightly spasm.

“Don’t stop.”  I started to tremble and my breath got even heavier.

“Twenty-one.”  He landed another one and my body twisted from the mixture of pain and ecstasy.

“More...”  I started moving my hips quicker, feeling the pressure of an orgasm almost at the point of release.

“Twenty-two.”  The last one landed and then immediately he brought his hand down with the hardest smack I had felt since it started.  “And one to grow on.”

“Oh God!”  I felt a loud moan erupt from my throat.

My body couldn’t hold back.  I felt my abdominal muscles clench and my pussy started to squeeze with involuntary muscle spasms.  When he realized I was orgasming, he reached between my legs and started furiously rubbing my clitoris, making the orgasm surge from me like a wave of pleasure.  There was something different about the way it rushed out of me.  My body shook and trembled as my stinging bottom mixed with the orgasmic pleasure of his finger and combined into a powerful explosion of the pressure that had been building since I went over his knee.  I felt my body recoiling and jerking across his knee, but he held me in place and worked his finger around my clit until there was nothing left.  My body relaxed and I went weak, draped across his knee with the stinging sensations in my bottom resonating along with the afterglow of my intense orgasm.  He rubbed my ass and my legs for a couple of minutes as I tried to rationalize what happened in my head.

“Well I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”  He let out a loud sigh.

“I don’t even know what happened.”  I leaned up and he pulled me into his arms.  “It was just...”

“You don’t have to explain it.”  He ran his fingers through my hair and lightly kissed my neck.  “Sometimes you don’t know what will excite you or turn you on until you try it.”

“I know one thing...”  I whispered into his ear.

“What’s that?”  He continued stroking my hair and kissing my neck.

“I don’t think I can wait until my next birthday to try that again.”  I let out a slight moan as his kisses got a little more intense.

“So you’re going to need regular spankings?”  He ran his fingers down my back and squeezed my ass.

“Maybe...”  I giggled and kissed him again.