STORY: Birthday Surprise From “k”
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Sir Larry.
STORY - Birthday Surprise From “k”
Shortly after the Sadie Hawkins Day dance at school, “k” and I decided to be girlfriend and boyfriend. We talked a lot about stuff and hung out together around school. Eventually, I was invited to her house to meet her father. He seemed to like me and told me more about the fam.ily. Mr. R. was raising “k” who was an only c.hild. He said his wife was caught in adultery and he got full custody in the divorce 2 years ago. Looking straight into “k”s eyes, Mr. R. told me that if “k” started talking to other boys while we were together then she would be punished. “k” cringed a little by those words. Anyway, Mr. R. invited me to their little world and told me I was welcomed over to their home, I just had to call first to make sure someone would be there.
After school, “k” and I usually went to her home and immediately headed to her room. Sometimes, we would see her dad and he would give “peanut” a peck on the lips. Mr. R. didn’t seem to mind that “k” closed the bedroom door as he never intruded on her privacy. In her room, I learned some serious French kissing and “k” would allow me to “feel her up” but she would never remove her clothing. And she would rub my pants obviously noticing my hard-on but I would always leave her place with the built-up tension.
During summer school break on a Saturday after my birthday, “k” told me her father was visiting some friends until late in the evening and she didn’t want to be alone. I accepted her invitation and soon enough we were in her closed bedroom. Before we got into our “petting” routine, “k” lit a single candle on a cupcake that was setting on her dresser. She turned to me sexy-like and in a sultry voice sang Happy Birthday reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe singing to JFK. With a sexy smile, she asked me to make a wish and blow out the candle. One wish came to mind, no surprise there. With a shi.t eating grin, I blew out the candle. She turned back to replace the pastry on the dresser and with her back turned to me she solemnly said that her final grade in history class was a “C” and her dad had to punish her for the low mark. With her back still to me she continued to say that her dad wanted me to administer her punishment. She turned back around to face me and in her open hands she held a 2” wide leather strap. She gingerly walked toward me as I was now sitting on her canopied bed. She ritualistically knelt in front of me and extended her hands beckoning me to take the strap I later learned was called a flogger.
“Daddy uses this on me sometimes when I have been bad”, she whispered as her head was tilted down and she was looking at my shoes. Surprised and shocked, I said nothing.
“If you don’t punishment me, I will get a worse punishment when daddy gets home”. Then, tilting her head up to look in my eyes, a “Pleaseeee….” left her lips.
“Tell me what I need to do”, I finally said.
“You have to hit me on my back, my butt, and the top of my thighs.”
“k” slowly stood up in front of me.
Mesmerized, I watched as she lifted her shirt that had “Daddy’s girl” logoed on the front and as it uncovered her chest I saw her perky tits for the first time as she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples, the size of quarters, were pointing upward as she lifted her top over and off her head. Carefully, she lowered and dropped the garment next to her feet as an “hhhmmm” escaped my lips. I could feel an erection starting as I watched her remove her tennis shoes by pressing her toes into the back of each of her heels. Next, she unsnapped the button on her shorts and seductively lowered them and they dropped to her ankles. She was not wearing any panties as my eyes gazed at her sex. I noticed she was clean shaven. She must have read my mind because she told me that her dad insisted she keep the area free of hair.
She saw the questioned look on my face. “No, he has not had sex with me, I am still a virgin.” She stated factually.
“k”’ move away from me as I watched her. Her bare feet walked on the carpeted floor to the foot of her bed. Bending slightly forward, she placed her hands firmly on the footboard framework of her bed.
“20 swats on my back, ass, and thighs.” She said as she tilted her head in my direction.
I walked over to her left side with the flogger in my left hand.
“Start on my back then work downward”, she instructed me then turn her head to face the bed.
Looking at her back, I could see faint red marks on her skin from what must have been an earlier punishment. I noticed them on her ass and thighs, as well.
I raised the flogger over her back and brought it down near her shoulder blade. I didn’t use full f.orce but the sound of the “slap” filled the room.
“You have to do it harder. Daddy will want to see that the punishment was done right.”
Encouraged, I struck her harder as I mentally counted the strokes. Redness was forming on her back as I slowly continued the onslaught. Finishing the 20 strokes, she turned back to look at me with tear filled eyes and said to do her ass next. I repeated the process on her ass and then finally on the back of her upper thighs.
Finished, “k” up-righted herself and turned to face me. Her tears had smeared the touch of mascara she had applied to her eyes.
“Daddy should be pleased with you because it hurts. Daddy says you get a reward if you do it right!” She knelt down and proceeded to undo my pants. She lowered them and my underwear down below my knees. She gently wrapped her right hand around my dick and slowly stroked me up and down to make me harder. Her left hand then cupped and fondled my balls as she leaned in and placed her wet lips on the head of my cock. I sighed as she proceeded to bob her head up and down my cock taking in nearly all of my shaft. Methodically, she continued to “blow” me as both of her hands now fondled my balls for nearly ten minutes. My orgasm was imminent. She removed my dick from her mouth, looked up at me, and asked me if I wanted her to swallow my cum or let me cum on her tits. With lustful eyes, I looked down at her and told her to swallow my cum. Immediately, her mouth drew my cock in and she continued for another 10 minutes. Encouraged, she quicken her ministrations and I nearly yelled that I was about to cum. Seconds later, I exploded in her mouth. And it was glorious as I pumped my load into her sweet mouth. When I finished pumping my load, she continued to suck and lick my shaft to clean me off until I was almost soft again. Satisfied with her efforts, she looked up at me. With her fingers, she wiped my cum from around her lips and then licked them with her tongue.
“You taste soooo good. I hope you liked your Birthday Surprise”, she said and smiled at me.
“That was the best birthday present ever.” I wasn’t lying.
“k” stood up as I pulled up my underwear and pants to my hips.
She leaned into me to give me a kiss on the lips as I wrapped my arms around her.
“Please, don’t hold me too tight, the pain still hurts a little”, she stated factually.
We french kissed for about five minutes.
“You should probably leave before daddy comes home. Maybe we can do it again….and more, next time.”
As I walked out of her house, I smiled to myself thinking “k” is some special girl.
Sir Larry.
STORY - Birthday Surprise From “k”
Shortly after the Sadie Hawkins Day dance at school, “k” and I decided to be girlfriend and boyfriend. We talked a lot about stuff and hung out together around school. Eventually, I was invited to her house to meet her father. He seemed to like me and told me more about the fam.ily. Mr. R. was raising “k” who was an only c.hild. He said his wife was caught in adultery and he got full custody in the divorce 2 years ago. Looking straight into “k”s eyes, Mr. R. told me that if “k” started talking to other boys while we were together then she would be punished. “k” cringed a little by those words. Anyway, Mr. R. invited me to their little world and told me I was welcomed over to their home, I just had to call first to make sure someone would be there.
After school, “k” and I usually went to her home and immediately headed to her room. Sometimes, we would see her dad and he would give “peanut” a peck on the lips. Mr. R. didn’t seem to mind that “k” closed the bedroom door as he never intruded on her privacy. In her room, I learned some serious French kissing and “k” would allow me to “feel her up” but she would never remove her clothing. And she would rub my pants obviously noticing my hard-on but I would always leave her place with the built-up tension.
During summer school break on a Saturday after my birthday, “k” told me her father was visiting some friends until late in the evening and she didn’t want to be alone. I accepted her invitation and soon enough we were in her closed bedroom. Before we got into our “petting” routine, “k” lit a single candle on a cupcake that was setting on her dresser. She turned to me sexy-like and in a sultry voice sang Happy Birthday reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe singing to JFK. With a sexy smile, she asked me to make a wish and blow out the candle. One wish came to mind, no surprise there. With a shi.t eating grin, I blew out the candle. She turned back to replace the pastry on the dresser and with her back turned to me she solemnly said that her final grade in history class was a “C” and her dad had to punish her for the low mark. With her back still to me she continued to say that her dad wanted me to administer her punishment. She turned back around to face me and in her open hands she held a 2” wide leather strap. She gingerly walked toward me as I was now sitting on her canopied bed. She ritualistically knelt in front of me and extended her hands beckoning me to take the strap I later learned was called a flogger.
“Daddy uses this on me sometimes when I have been bad”, she whispered as her head was tilted down and she was looking at my shoes. Surprised and shocked, I said nothing.
“If you don’t punishment me, I will get a worse punishment when daddy gets home”. Then, tilting her head up to look in my eyes, a “Pleaseeee….” left her lips.
“Tell me what I need to do”, I finally said.
“You have to hit me on my back, my butt, and the top of my thighs.”
“k” slowly stood up in front of me.
Mesmerized, I watched as she lifted her shirt that had “Daddy’s girl” logoed on the front and as it uncovered her chest I saw her perky tits for the first time as she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples, the size of quarters, were pointing upward as she lifted her top over and off her head. Carefully, she lowered and dropped the garment next to her feet as an “hhhmmm” escaped my lips. I could feel an erection starting as I watched her remove her tennis shoes by pressing her toes into the back of each of her heels. Next, she unsnapped the button on her shorts and seductively lowered them and they dropped to her ankles. She was not wearing any panties as my eyes gazed at her sex. I noticed she was clean shaven. She must have read my mind because she told me that her dad insisted she keep the area free of hair.
She saw the questioned look on my face. “No, he has not had sex with me, I am still a virgin.” She stated factually.
“k”’ move away from me as I watched her. Her bare feet walked on the carpeted floor to the foot of her bed. Bending slightly forward, she placed her hands firmly on the footboard framework of her bed.
“20 swats on my back, ass, and thighs.” She said as she tilted her head in my direction.
I walked over to her left side with the flogger in my left hand.
“Start on my back then work downward”, she instructed me then turn her head to face the bed.
Looking at her back, I could see faint red marks on her skin from what must have been an earlier punishment. I noticed them on her ass and thighs, as well.
I raised the flogger over her back and brought it down near her shoulder blade. I didn’t use full f.orce but the sound of the “slap” filled the room.
“You have to do it harder. Daddy will want to see that the punishment was done right.”
Encouraged, I struck her harder as I mentally counted the strokes. Redness was forming on her back as I slowly continued the onslaught. Finishing the 20 strokes, she turned back to look at me with tear filled eyes and said to do her ass next. I repeated the process on her ass and then finally on the back of her upper thighs.
Finished, “k” up-righted herself and turned to face me. Her tears had smeared the touch of mascara she had applied to her eyes.
“Daddy should be pleased with you because it hurts. Daddy says you get a reward if you do it right!” She knelt down and proceeded to undo my pants. She lowered them and my underwear down below my knees. She gently wrapped her right hand around my dick and slowly stroked me up and down to make me harder. Her left hand then cupped and fondled my balls as she leaned in and placed her wet lips on the head of my cock. I sighed as she proceeded to bob her head up and down my cock taking in nearly all of my shaft. Methodically, she continued to “blow” me as both of her hands now fondled my balls for nearly ten minutes. My orgasm was imminent. She removed my dick from her mouth, looked up at me, and asked me if I wanted her to swallow my cum or let me cum on her tits. With lustful eyes, I looked down at her and told her to swallow my cum. Immediately, her mouth drew my cock in and she continued for another 10 minutes. Encouraged, she quicken her ministrations and I nearly yelled that I was about to cum. Seconds later, I exploded in her mouth. And it was glorious as I pumped my load into her sweet mouth. When I finished pumping my load, she continued to suck and lick my shaft to clean me off until I was almost soft again. Satisfied with her efforts, she looked up at me. With her fingers, she wiped my cum from around her lips and then licked them with her tongue.
“You taste soooo good. I hope you liked your Birthday Surprise”, she said and smiled at me.
“That was the best birthday present ever.” I wasn’t lying.
“k” stood up as I pulled up my underwear and pants to my hips.
She leaned into me to give me a kiss on the lips as I wrapped my arms around her.
“Please, don’t hold me too tight, the pain still hurts a little”, she stated factually.
We french kissed for about five minutes.
“You should probably leave before daddy comes home. Maybe we can do it again….and more, next time.”
As I walked out of her house, I smiled to myself thinking “k” is some special girl.
7 years ago
Thanks.
Xxx.