I recently had my 35
th
birthday. I have never been one to celebrate my birthday, and in fact I try to ignore it. But this year a few friends from work pulled me out to a bar for drinks and I didn't have to pick up the tab. One actually brought one of those silly balloons, which I found sweet, but very embarrassing. But after a few beers I thanked everyone profusely and made my exit and went home to my condo. I live alone and currently don't have a steady girlfriend. Sometimes I actually relish being alone but the life style of a monk wasn't exactly what I had in mind for a fulltime thing.
I decided I could use one more drink and poured myself a glass of wine, sat down and cued up some Miles Davis while I sipped my wine. I was getting a bit melancholy when my cell phone beeped with a ring tone of a
SMACK!
and a cry of
OUCH!
It was my older sister, Jen.
"Hey Jen, what's up?"
"Happy Birthday little Bro," she shouted! "How's my sweet Mathew on his birthday?"
"Thanks, Big Sis. I really appreciate you remembering and I am doing just fine," I said.
"Remembering? Hell, I've been planning something for your big 35." She said. "I have a present for you."
A present? What on earth was she thinking. We don't normally exchange birthday presents. Maybe a funny sarcastic card or a text message that explodes into confetti, or something like that. But a present was unusual.
"That is sweet." I said with real brotherly gratitude mixed with a bit of sarcasm.
It really was nice she was thinking of me. Jen was a few years older and as kids we got along and I always thought she was great. As we matured into adulthood, we did get closer, partly because my Mom and Dad kind of shut the door on her, so to speak. See, Jen is a Lesbian. She didn't come out until she left home, but my parents just never could handle it. I think that made me reach out to offer her some moral support. I really love Jen an she has always been a good big sister, and she really is a sweet person. However, the fact that she is also kind of into a S&M lifestyle didn't help with the family as you can imagine. Somehow it never really bothered me about how she lived. She was still Jen and, well to be honest, sometimes she would share some of her great porno films with me from time to time. Some of the light bondage and spanking films were really great. Just being honest.
"You are going to LOVE my gift," she purred.
"Again, your sweet, but I don't really need a pair of felt lined handcuffs right now," I joked.
"What are you doing right now, this minute?" she quickly asked. I could tell at least she was excited about whatever she had planned.
"Just drinking wine and sitting on the couch," I told her.
"Well, you need to be alone when this gift arrives," she said. "No girlfriends, no boys, nobody. You will want to unwrap this one alone. I assure you."
Now she was getting my interest up. What was she talking about? Alone? Unwrap? I knew she was sweet, but this sounded almost devious or something.
"Are you up for some fun tonight," she asked. I could just see that sly grin of hers.
"Now I'm getting nervous," I said with a tone that was a bit sterner.
"Trust me. It comes with instructions and I promise you'll love it. All I ask it to keep an open mind. I will be a bit offended it you return it before playing with it."
My big Sis certainly has a flare for the dramatic I thought. My next thought, in my current slightly inebriated state, was what the Hell.
"Ok. OK, send it over," I happily replied.
"It's on the way," she gleefully said. "And have fun. Birthdays only come once a year." With that she hung up.
As I set down my phone, I couldn't help but smile. I had no idea what my Big Sis had in store for me, but I did trust her. Well, kind of. I got something to eat in the kitchen even though I wasn't very hungry. Just as I finished the doorbell rang. Damn, that didn't take long I thought.
I opened the door expecting a UPS guy or something and there stood a girl in a little black summer dress holding an envelope. She is a delivery guy? She was a petite blond and was, well, one of the cutest girls I had ever seen. The little black dress was one of those with spaghetti straps and rather low cut. It was obvious from a quick glance that she was well endowed as they say. I stood for a moment a bit stunned.
"I was told to give you this," she said as she handed me the envelope.
"Oh. Thanks." I stammered. I was not sure what was going on but I could always count on my Big Sis to keep things interesting. "Pardon me," I said as I realized we were just standing in the doorway. "Please come in."
She came inside and I invited her to sit down on the sofa. She went and took a seat without saying anything, but she kept looking at me intensely. I sat down across from her and just looked at the envelope. It had my name on it and was sealed. I was a bit nervous for some reason, but thought why not and opened it. It was from my sister.
Dear Little Brother:
The young lady who delivered this letter is named Alice. She is your gift. Before you freak out, let me explain. She is not a hooker. She graduated with honors from UCLA in bio-chemistry and is brilliant. She works as a researcher for a large Fortune 500 company. She is a friend and you might say we play in the same fetish theme park, so to speak. As you know, some folks are just wired differently.
She has been sent to you because she has been bad and as such, she needs to be disciplined. Don't think you are not up to the task, for I know which films you like from my library.
Your instructions are as follows:
She understands she is there to be disciplined and she is to obey your commands. All of your commands.
You need to learn Alice Speak. It is rather simple. If she says "No, please don't make me do that" it means please make her do that. The more she makes a big deal NOT to do it done to her it means she really wants you to do it, or make her do it. She is most likely very wet as you read this letter. Embarrassment makes her wet, humiliation make her wet, spankings make her wet, and of course sex make her very, very wet. I think you get the idea.
So, just to be clear: Please don't make me do that (she wants to do that)/ No, please no, not that (Yes, Yes, yes) / Please I beg you, don't do that (begging means please do that the most) / It's to Big! (it isn't really) / I can't, please don't make me (make her). I think you see how Alice Speak works. You have to trust me. She will look at you with those sweet big blue eyes...Don't Melt!
I doubt you will ever get to her limit, but regardless of how she pleads, or cries a few crocodile tears, don't buy it. Only, and I repeat only, if you hear STRAWBERRY. That is her word. If she says that stop. Stop immediately and the game is over and all will be OK. Really, I know you. You won't push her limits. Not yet anyway. 😊
Nothing is forbidden sexually. But you need to 'warmer her up' a bit first (she has a nice ass). I think you know what I mean. Creativity can be fun. She is ready, if you wish, to spend the night and be your present all day tomorrow. Hope you don't have any plans for Saturday.
Your loving Sister
P.S. You might not tell right now, but she was very excited to go deliver the letter.
I just sat in silence for I don't know how long. I kept rereading the last part of her letter: "nothing is forbidden sexually." I had to adjust my brain a bit to comprehend my sister's letter, and her 'gift'. All I really could think was OH MY GOD! I really don't think I could have made up this scenario. It was a bit surreal. But it was real. The letter in my hand, sweet Alice sitting on the couch across from with a slight apprehensive look on her face. Then that little voice that lies dormant when I'm outside my fantasy life came alive. "Stupid", it said. "Do what your big sister tells you!" I smiled and begin to do some very fast planning on how this was to begin. I just had to wing it once the ball was rolling.
I put the letter down on the side table and took a moment to really look at Alice. She was almost angelic sitting there on the couch. Her blond hair was shoulder length and made a kind of frame for her face. She sat still, upright, legs together with her hands clasped in her lap. She was very tan. I couldn't help but wonder if she had tan lines in certain places, or none at all. I had to stop and look at her breasts and how they fit so snuggly in her little black dress. I was sure she was aware of my gaze, but I just smiled as there was a very subtle outline of her nipples, which made small little dents in the fabric of her dress. Maybe my sister was correct and she was already wet and aroused. Well, there was only one way to find out. This was no regular date. Might as well jump into the deep end of the pool and start swimming.
"Alice, my name is Mat and you know already I am Jen's brother," I said in order to get things started.
"Yes, I know. Jen told me," she replied. "She said you were sweet, and...gentle." I notice just the hint of a smile. Good lord, she was trying to work me already.
"I wouldn't describe me like that. I am fair. But I take my responsibilities seriously." Her smile faded. "You know why you are here, do you not?" I decided to go right to it. Why not?
She lowered her gaze and replied, "Yes Sir."
That took me a bit by surprised. Yes Sir? Well, this was going to be an interesting Birthday. I wished I had some time before she arrived, knowing what I know now, to prepare for this. But here we were. I needed to act and act with authority.
"Stand up Alice," I said in a stern tone of voice. I was a bit surprised how it came out of my mouth. She jerked slightly, her eyes got wider, and her back got very straight.
"Yes Sir," she replied and stood up.
Something in my mind changed when she complied so quickly and with the Sir thing. My confidence, as well as my cock, stiffened.
"You know why you are here. You are here to be disciplined. You have been a bad girl, is that not correct?"
She dropped her head and replied in a rather weak voice, "I don't know for sure."
"Don't bad girls deserve to be spanked?"
