Birthday Celebrations

Sometime over the last two weeks I celebrated my 21st birthday. It was a celebration I will never forget...

"Happy birthday," Sean told me as he passed me a couple of presents. It didn't matter that they were in see-though plastic bags, as I already knew what they were anyway. We had ordered them from an E-Bay shop a few days before and they had arrived in plenty of time for Sean to use them on my special day.

My smile turned into a grin as I opened the packets, one by one, and felt the leather. In one bag, two black and purple leather ankle cuffs. In another, a wide leather paddle. In the last, well these were for Sean really, some handy steel double-ended trigger hooks. Just the perfect things to compliment and enchance my collection of bondage wear.

"So, ready for those 21 spanks?" Sean asked. I looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. "Well, I'm just popping downstairs, get naked and get all four cuffs on," he told me. As he went I got to work. I pulled off my clothes with ease and then set about putting the new ankle cuffs on. The leather was stiff, but had promise of softening with regular use. It easily warmed in my hands, and the inside was smooth, so they were quite a pleasure to wear. The buckles, too, were stiff, but with the same promise that they'll be easier to handle once they've been used for a while. I grabbed my matching wrist cuffs from the side table, noting how much softer they were after the regular wear they've had over the last one (two?) years. Waiting quietly on the bed, I picked up the leather paddle. Well this was it, our first official spanking toy - a toy crafted and bought with spanking in mind. Will it hurt?

I didn't have enough time to try it out on my own as just at that moment, Sean came back into the room. He smiled at my naked body, his gaze taking in everything.
"What are you doing with that?" he asked, nodding towards the paddle in my hand.
"I was wondering what it'd feel like," I told him.
"Well, let's find out shall we?" he asked. I smiled.
"Now," he said, "you do know you're getting this because you asked for it? It's not because you've been naughty."
I nodded. I knew that. It also ment that if I didn't like it I could say so and it would stop.
"Lie down over my knee, then." he instructed.
I did so. He ran his hand over my bare backside, taking his time, loving my smooth skin. I bit my lip, anxiety rising as he drew the moment out.

He lay the paddle against my skin, noting how much of my bottom it covered and getting a feel of it's weight, before rising it above me. I closed my eyes, it's easier that way. I waited for what felt like an eternity.

*SLAP*

Wow, now that was nice! Actually, that was more than -

*SLAP*

- more than nice! That was good! That was -

*SLAP*

- actually pleasureable!

"How is it?" Sean asked me.
"Good!" I replied.
"Right," he said, "let's increase it, shall we?"

Although he did indeed increase the hardness of the spanks to try to match those he gives me with the spoon, the sensation was completely different. There was no hard thud of the wooden spoon, it was purely sting. It didn't really cause me pain, though it did (of course) cause discomfort. My bottom glowed as he saw me though to 21 spanks. The highest number of spanks he'd dared give me in one go. And I loved it!

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Hanging from the rafters

First, to get the excitement out of the way: Yes it was me who was Os's Mystery Guest yesterday! I'd been waiting for a while for my pic to come up, I think it was one of the better ones, and I was going to use it for an HNT myself. Then I thought, why not send it to Os? So I did, and then it came up! Yey! Thanks to every one who commented yesterday, both on the pic I posted here and on the pic at Views from the Back Row. Also, now you may know my secret. I'm not even 21! But that's going to change in a couple of weeks. Then I'll be a big girl :) For those of you who didn't see the Mystery Guest pic yesterday, here it is again*. Now to get to the main part of my post...

Sean walked down the stairs. As I stood at the doorway to the bedroom, he looked back at me, smiled at my naked body and told me, "Get your cuffs". I scurried off to find them. As I emerged from the bedroom, strapping my cuffs round my wrists, my eyes widened in wonder. Sean had found the dog chains and had one of them looped around the banister. The chain dangled down to the stairs below. Just what was he planning?

He looked up at me from one of the lower stairs, and motioned for me to come see him. I smiled when I saw what he had set up. The chain dangled at just the right height for me to reach when standing on the ground floor. He told me to raise my hands, and I did so, standing on the bottom step. He brushed against me, my nostrils filling with the smell of fresh sweat. Mmmm. Within no time, my hands were held above my head by the chain.

Sean gazed into my eyes. "Step down," he commanded. I shock my head, "I can't," I said, fearing that I wouldn't touch the floor. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. "Then step down," he told me. I closed my eyes, stepping down on to the floor. To my surprise, I found I could reach the floor, just, standing on my tip toes.

"Now," he said, reaching behind me for something, "you've been bad today, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir," I answered. Not even an hour before I had repeatedly neglected to address him in the proper manner. My breath stopped in my throat when I saw what it was Sean had grabbed from behind me. A carabiner to clamp on one of my nipples! I instantly tried to turn away from him. Carabiners sting. I knew deep down that my resistance would only add to my punishment, but still I tried to keep away.

A sharp sting on my bottom. He'd spanked my bare with his hand! "Stay still," he told me, "Or it'll be worse."

Eventually I gave in; as each time I moved, a sharp slap landed on my bottom. Resisting was pointless. My Master, keeping his loving side apparent, slowly placed the carabiner on my nipple, making sure it closed gently so as not to cause damage.

"You've been very naughty," he told me, and I knew I was bound to get more slaps. And here they came. One! Two! Three! They carried on coming, no pause between them, each time I swung freely, causing the carabiner to tug on my nipple, causing me further pain.

When he was done, Sean moved away from me. The hallway light was turned off, and he climbed the stairs. I was left, naked, strung from the banister, hardly touching the floor. I had to think about how much of a bad girl I had been...

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