I'm already kneeling in position in our bedroom when I hear your car park in the driveway.
As I am every evening, I'm naked and awaiting your arrival home with my hands clasped behind my back, breasts thrust out, gaze on the floor.
The only difference is that I'm also wearing the birthday present you gave me this morning before you left for work.
When you step into the room, I see your sleek black loafers and black slacks and my mouth starts water, awaiting whatever birthday surprise you've arranged for me.
You walk around me for my daily inspection, ensuring that my body is in the proper presentation position.
"Good girl," you practical purr as you see me wearing your gift. "Did you wear it all day?"
"Yes, Sir," I answer, pleased with your approval.
There's a rustle of fabric and then, while standing behind me, you lower your necktie over my eyes and secure it behind my head. My arousal spikes. Our play is always more intense when you blindfold me.
You move around to stand in front of me and you take my hands in your, gently bringing me to my feet. I don't know where you're guiding me until I'm draped over your lap, ass in the air, and I feel the fabric of our comforter brush against my arm.
"I believe I owe you 36 birthday spankings," you murmur as you run your hand over my pale cheeks. "You've been a good girl, though, so I won't be too rough... yet."
I take in a deep breath and then gasp as your hand comes down fast on my left cheek and then my right, right at the top near my lower back. You methodically work your way down my checks, back and forth, covering every inch.
After eight spanks, the last two on my sit spots, you start running one hand over my cheeks while your other dips between my legs, gathering my moisture. When I hear you moan, I know you've licked my cream from your fingertips.
"My pussy tastes delicious tonight," you murmur and my inner muscles clench, loving your possession of my body.
Just as suddenly as my birthday spanking stopped, it starts again at the top of my cheeks. Once more, you work your way down, ending on my sit spots with spanks 15 and 16.
I'm starting to pant as my ass stings and heats up while my pussy clenches, desperate for something inside it.
"Please, Sir, please," I beg as you run your fingers through my slick folds once more.
"As you wish," you murmur and then begin spanking me once more, harder and faster than before.
I'm gasping and moaning as tears leak out of my eyes, soaking your necktie and sliding down my face.
You reach spank 24 and I expect you to stop, but you don't. Instead, you start working over my ass even faster, hitting number 32 much faster.
You stop then to rub my pussy, dipping your fingers inside.
"You are so wet," you tell me and I moan in agreement, so turned on that I'm beyond the ability for coherent speech. I know the tops of my thighs are wet and I'm sure I'm leaving a wet spot on your pant leg, but you don't seem to care.
You suddenly lift me and I find myself on my back and I gasp painfully as the comforter rubs against my beaten flesh.
Then I scream as you spank my pussy twice, hitting my clit hard enough to make my entire body jerk but it's not enough to make me cum.
"Oh please, please, please!" I cry out, so desperate for an orgasm that I would agree to anything, give you anything, do anything.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't worry," you tell me. "You have two birthday spankings left and then I'll make you cum... eventually."