"Come here." I playfully told Renee. She was across the room in a cute, sheer, antique Hollywood-style dressing gown--a gift from me for her birthday. As a special treat, I allowed her to wear it around the house rather than her uniform.
I had tried my best today to make this a memorable birthday for her. I was very aware that it would be her last birthday with me. The way I was feeling recently, it was possible that it would be our final celebration together. I would not discuss this topic with Renee. We had agreed to stop counting out 'lasts' -- it was too morbid. Renee would be so disappointed to hear that I was breaking our promise to each other.
"It's my birthday..." She cutely told me, swaying her hips seductively as she came over. "So I get..." She threw her legs to either side of me, kneeling on the bed and sitting in my lap.
"You get what?" I smirked at her.
"Hugs!" She childishly giggled, throwing her arms around my neck.
"No, you get a birthday spanking," I told her, hugging her tightly. She meekly hummed. I gently patted her pert behind. "It's going to be a naked birthday spanking."
"Why?" she giggled.
"Cuz you need to be in your birthday suite." I playfully responded. "Come on, take it off," I added to make sure she knew that this was an order. She gave me a lamblike look underneath her eyelashes as she slowly untied the robe. I watched with great enjoyment as she slid the garment off her shoulders. When she was naked, she leaned in to hug me again.
"Much better," I commented, running my hands along her smooth skin and kissing her lovingly.
"It's not a punishment, right?" She nervously inquired.
"No, it's not a punishment; it's just your birthday spanking," I reassured her.
"Over my lap," I told her. Renee climbed onto the bed and laid over my lap so her ass was presented to me. I ran my hand up and down her back, ass, and backs of her legs in preparation.
"Are you ready for your birthday spanking?" I asked her.
"No..." she said, but I could hear the moan in her voice.
"No? Birthday spankings are fun."
"Are they?" I let the first slap land on the center of her ass, then provided three more slaps at a rhythmic pace. Renee squirmed on my lap. I felt her slip her hands underneath my knees to hold onto me.
"That's harder than a warm-up." She whined.
"Is it?" I teased, rubbing her ass. I slapped one cheek, massaged it, then lifted my hand to the other cheek to slap then massage. I adjusted Renee, who was starting to slide away from me, before landing two more blows the same way. Renee curled her legs up, and one of her hands slid back to defend her bottom.
"Are you counting?" She giggled as she said it.
"I'm counting," I chuckled, "though I may have lost count just now. We are going to need to start over." I had a playfulness in my tone that was uncommon in these situations. I adjusted Renee on my lap again.
"No," Renee felt rather cheeky and silly tonight, and I was inclined to be the same.
"You interrupted me." Renee kept playfully muttering 'no.' "Yeah, sorry, we are going to need to start over again." Now I had a gentle grip on her two wrists with my free hand as I started to lay into her again.
"I want to make sure these birthday spankings count."
"They count!" Renee giggled.
"I lost count; you shouldn't have interrupted."
"That was like ten!"
