Birthday Girl

Chapter One

"Drinking time, birthday girl!" shouted Steve as another round of alcoholic drinks appeared on the table. Zoe looked at the strange concoctions and made a face. She had already gulped down a couple of weird cocktails to celebrate her eighteenth birthday and the legal right to drink herself into a stupor but now she was wishing that she had stayed at home in her poky little flat and not been persuaded to celebrate the milestone with some of her colleagues from the jewellery business where she worked as a trainee designer and saleswoman.

"Get that down you, birthday girl!" whooped Andrea, the assistant manager, passing over a dark blue drink with a cherry floating rather sadly in the alcohol. Zoe took a sip and grimaced at the astringent taste as Lydia Aspinall, the owner of the store, slid gracefully back into her seat and proposed a toast to her. Tall and willowy, the woman did everything with ease and elegance and Zoe, despite being several inches shorter, tried to model herself on her boss. They both had pale green eyes but Zoe's hair was raven-black and curly whilst Lydia's was honey-blonde and flowed in stylish waves around her heart-shaped face. Tonight, Lydia was wearing a beautiful necklace around her slim throat, one of her own designs set with sapphires, and Zoe looked at it enviously, knowing that it was worth far more than her annual salary! The other woman's clothes too were fashionable and obviously came from an exclusive designer shop even though this was just an impromptu works outing really that Andrea, the motherly type, had suggested when she found out that Zoe was going to celebrate her birthday all on her own as her family were scattered around the continents of the world with their work.

"To the pub, girl, and no arguments!" Andrea had commanded and Zoe had found herself reluctantly complying as that was inherent in her nature. Quiet and unassuming, she easily got almost forgotten about despite being pretty and petite and now she was finding being the centre of attention almost unbearable.

"Birthday bumps after she has downed that one!" announced Steve to a chorus of cheers from the rest of the party.

"Right up to the roof!" declared Dave, one of the counter assistants, gleefully and Zoe glared at him, realising that he would be only too happy to catch her and then use it as an excuse to fondle some sensitive part of her anatomy.

"I'll be sick!" Zoe protested as Steve and Dave kept chanting for her to have the bumps. She sipped at her drink and tried to ignore them although she felt herself flush in response as everyone looked at her.

"Not the bumps, gentlemen, as we don't want our youngest employee vomiting up all that expensive alcohol!" declared Lydia suddenly and Zoe smiled at her in relief before the woman added, "I vote for birthday spanks instead!"

Zoe stared across the circular table in disbelief as everyone else cheered at the woman's suggestion and she felt as if she was dreaming as Lydia went on to say that it was going to be a lottery.

"Six spanks each on her bum for the winners. We will put the names in a beer glass and then Zoe can pick out three. That will make eighteen spanks which is just right for her birthday! Alright, Zoe?"

Even though it was phrased as a question, Zoe knew that it was really a fait accompli. She couldn't refuse unless she wanted to appear a right killjoy and so she nodded her head in acquiescence despite her misgivings and watched as Lydia swiftly scribbled names on a piece of paper that she unearthed in her handbag.

"A one in three chance, ladies and gentlemen," Lydia announced as she folded the papers up and dropped them into a clean glass that Dave had begged off the barman. Having completed her task, she held the glass out to Zoe who flushed bright red as she reached out nervously to pick the first name.

Not Dave, please! That was the mantra that went through her head as she slid her fingers down into the glass and stirred the scraps of folded paper for a few seconds before plucking one out. Lydia took it out of her shaking fingers and opened it slowly and ceremoniously, deliberately ratcheting up the tension for a few seconds before she stated, "And the first jackpot winner of the Zoe spanking lottery is...Andrea!"

Relief shot through Zoe and she grinned slightly. Andrea would not hurt her at all, she was sure. She probably had never even spanked her own kids as she was far too nice. Then she caught the woman's eye and all her confidence drained away as Andrea winked and mimed smacking Zoe's bottom hard with her hand.

"And the next please, Zoe. Don't keep us waiting or I might let everyone have a go!" commented Lydia and so, fearful that her boss would do exactly what she said, Zoe plunged her hand back into the glass and pulled out another folded piece of paper from its clear depths.

"If only the National Lottery was so easy to win!" remarked Lydia as she took the paper and unfolded it carefully. "The second lucky winner is...drum roll please...Dave!"

Zoe groaned inwardly but tried to stay composed and not let him know how much she hated the idea of being spanked by him as he grinned across at her happily, punching the air as if he had scored a goal in the cup final.

"And the final lucky winner is...me!" shouted Lydia triumphantly, holding up the piece of paper so that everybody could see her name was on it.

"Great idea to keep in with the boss!" stated Steve and Zoe glared at him then shivered in fear as Lydia announced that they would carry out the spanking in the order they had been drawn.

"Over my lap then, Zoe!" ordered Andrea, moving her chair back from the table and patting her thighs to show exactly where she wanted the birthday girl.

For a moment, Zoe could not move. She desperately wanted to run out of the pub and back home to her studio flat and curl up in her lonely bed but she knew that if she did that then she would not be able to show her face in work ever again. Even though nobody would mention it overtly, she realised that they would all be thinking about her as the girl who ran away rather than entered into the spirit of the occasion. Her face felt like a beacon as she forced herself out of her chair and then she fought back tears as everyone cheered. The whole pub had now realised that something was going on and, through her misted jade eyes, Zoe was all too aware of strangers peering over towards their table as she slowly slid over Andrea's lap and waited, feeling the woman's hands slide over her skirt and pat her quivering cheeks lightly. The wait seemed interminable and her sense of shame grew as someone called out for Andrea to get on with it.

"Anticipation of pleasure is just as important as the pleasure itself!" she replied with a smile and then, before Zoe was expecting it, she brought her hand down hard on the thin cotton of her skirt. The sting shot through her body and up into her brain and she gasped: a noise that was muffled as the watchers shouted out one joyfully. The second spank struck her buttocks and she jerked into the softness of the woman's thighs and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes at the indignity of being in such a position. The pain was bearable; in fact, to her surprise, she almost found it pleasurable as warmth seeped into her skin and the vibrations travelled through her quivering bottom cheeks and teased her clitoris gently. Andrea added another crisp spank and the watching crowd chorused three then came four, five and six and Zoe breathed a deep sigh of relief at surviving the first lucky lottery winner, ruefully wondering why she had thought the woman would go easy on her.

"My turn now!" yelled Dave. "Over the table you go, Zoe, and stick that pretty bum out for me!"

A sob of shame burst from Zoe as the words penetrated her mind and she shuffled reluctantly into position, staring down at the floor as she dared not make eye contact with anyone there. His large hands fondled her bottom cheeks and the crowd laughed and cat-called, urging him on while Zoe tried to keep her thighs clamped tightly together so that he could not cop a cheap feel. Finally, he stopped squeezing and stroking her arse and whipped his hand down hard, sending her jolting into the wood of the table with her hips whilst pain blossomed in her bottom. She hissed in pain as the stinging sensation shot through her body in an instant and then came the next smack before she was ready. To her shame, Zoe overbalanced completely and only a desperate grab at Steve's knees stopped her sprawling full length on the floor opposite. Laughing uproariously, Dave waited until she had moved back into position before he smacked her again, cracking his palm across the full expanse of her buttocks and making her wince at the sharp sting. The watchers shouted out in appreciation as Dave smacked her three more times and Zoe could not stop tears spilling down her cheeks as his hand rested on her stinging bum for a few moments and squeezed her cheeks as if he owned them.

"Bet those cheeks are nice and red now!" he shouted out in glee and, before anyone could stop him, he whipped up her skirt and Zoe squealed as she realised that her bare bottom was on display due to the thong-type panties she was wearing. The bright flashing of camera phones going lit up the room and she shrieked in dismay then reached back and pulled her skirt down again, tears cascading down her face as Lydia quietly beckoned to her and then announced to the crowd curtly, "Due to one person's stupidity, the rest of Zoe's birthday spanks are cancelled which annoys me intensely as I was about to enjoy myself. Instead, I am going to take her to the ladies for a little peace and quiet now so that she can recover!"

Zoe leant on Lydia's shoulder, head down in shame and misery yet oddly aware of a burning need in her swollen nub that the spanking seemed to have caused. It was as if someone had been teasing her constantly with a vibrator whilst bathing her flesh with warmth and she could feel that her pussy folds were slippery with desire: something that usually only happened when she played with herself as no man seemed to be able to arouse her in the same way. Probably because they were only concerned with their own pleasure and slithering their cocks into her tightness then pounding away as if that was guaranteed to excite her. Not that there had been that many, she mused as Lydia led her down a long corridor and then into the sanctuary of the ladies' toilets.

"Don't worry, Zoe. I will sack him on Monday!" stated Lydia in Zoe's ear as she drew her in close for a hug. For a moment, Zoe was all in favour of Dave getting the boot then she decided that it would be unfair so she replied, "Please don't. The others would then blame me and he probably only did it because he is a bit drunk."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Lydia, I am."

"Okay then, he can keep his job but I will still give him a rocket on Monday morning! Especially as he stopped me having some fun smacking that lovely bottom of yours!" Lydia remarked, smiling as she saw the look of surprise that flickered across her young employee's face. Zoe felt her face redden as her boss looked at her and then, surprising herself totally, she responded, "Then I should let you have that enjoyment, shouldn't I?"

Before Zoe could change her mind, Lydia took her by the hand and led her into one of the cubicles, shutting the door behind her. Zoe's heart seemed to flutter like a butterfly and her throat went dry as her boss turned her round until she was facing the toilet then whispered, "Put your hands out and hold onto the top of the cistern, my dear girl."

Zoe followed the command despite the shivers that ran down her spine and she felt excitement burgeoning in her body at the idea of being spanked by her boss. Hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed them gently and then began to lift her skirt as Lydia hissed into Zoe's ear that it would be a shame not to be able to see such a delightful pair of buttocks getting redder and redder. Zoe felt her clit throb in response and pushed her bottom cheeks back into the fondling fingers then gasped as her skirt was pulled up totally. Hands stroked over her bare flesh for a few moments before a stinging smack landed on her left cheek followed almost immediately by one on the right. Zoe moaned at the feeling that swept through her senses and then she wriggled, spreading her thighs wider as Lydia wormed her fingers down between them and stroked over the soaking gusset of her knickers.

"Oh dear, something tells me that Zoe is a naughty little girl who likes getting her bum smacked hard," whispered Lydia, chuckling at the tiny shake of her employee's head that tried in vain to deny the truth.

Another two stinging slaps sent echoes flying around the small cubicle and then Zoe shuddered with desire as Lydia pulled her panties down and let them fall around her ankles. Two more spanks stung her naked arse before Lydia swung her round, kissed her hard and caressed her hand down through the silky tendrils of dark curls until they found the soft wetness of Zoe's slit. Then came heaven as two fingers slid straight up into her soaking pussy whilst a thumb rolled agonisingly slowly around the pulsing nub of her clit. Tremors slithered through Zoe's body and her nerves buzzed with excitement as Lydia teased her up to the brink of ecstasy. As she felt the girl tip over the edge, Lydia thrust her fingers in and out of the tender pussy folds hard and fast while she reached round and smacked her bare bottom cheeks at the same time. Zoe shrieked and hissed out in agonised pleasure and wave after wave of delight rushed through her body and exploded in her mind while her thighs weakened and she slowly slumped down until her hot arse cheeks met the coolness of the toilet seat while Lydia continued to slide her fingers in and out, smiling widely as the girl began to squirt love juice all over her own thighs as well as her boss' hand. Zoe writhed and wriggled in delight as the ripples of rapture slithered through her senses and she was hardly aware of the little groans and cries that she uttered as her sensitive bud was teased by Lydia's rolling thumb.

Finally, after a minute or more, Lydia removed her hand and then spread it over Zoe's lips, trapping her little gasps and making her taste her own essence.

"Lick it clean for me, girl, as you are the naughty girl who made it all wet!" she ordered, delighting in Zoe's instant acquiescence as a soft tongue started to slither over her palm. The sensuous tickle of the girl's tongue tip was exquisite and Lydia felt herself becoming increasingly aroused as the seconds slipped by. Resisting the temptation to use the girl's tongue elsewhere though, Lydia moved her hand away and then bent down and kissed her, tasting the slightly sticky secretions on her soft lips before she took her by the hand and announced that it was time to go back to the others.

Zoe's head was in a whirl as her boss led her back towards the noise of the pub. What had just happened? Had she really been smacked and then fingered until she had come? And by her own boss too? Face flushed and legs still feeling shaky, she stumbled along in a daze as she remembered the delicious feeling of ecstasy that had rushed through her body. It was so much better than anything she had experienced before, whether through her own efforts or with some bloke bouncing around on top of her. Did that make her a lesbian or bisexual? Or just happy, she thought with a smile as Lydia, just before they got back into the main room of the pub, squeezed her hand then kissed her softly on the lips.