The Birthday Schoolgirl

It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me when Jeff came into my life. Although I’d had lots of dates, no-one had really suited – guess I’m fussy or they were. But when Jeff came along, I knew he was the one, and it was the happiest day of my life (up till then) when he asked me for a date. I had really fancied him for some time so it was like a dream come true.

Well, things went quickly after that. We had both waited till the right person came along and we were soon married. Trish is my best friend (I am a lead singer in her choir) so she was raising the anthem (looking as immaculate as ever) as we tied the knot. I have never been so happy in my life.

We had been married for about six months when my birthday came along. Unfortunately, Jeff was unable to get time off work, which gutted me, but as I had already booked a couple of days off myself, I kept them. I could have time to myself on my birthday and then use the other to go shopping with Trish.

The day before my birthday I was talking to Trish about music and singing while Jeff was listening in. She asked me what I was doing for my birthday and then added, with a mischievous look in her eyes, “And of course, Jeff, you’ll give my best friend a good birthday spanking, won’t you?” Jeff grinned and said, “Maybe.”

That may have been that but I had to open my mouth. Friends say I can sometimes be a bit snooty and look down my nose at people – maybe the result of my upbringing as an adored only child. Well, I gave Jeff the snooty look and said, “I’d like to see him try!” He looked right back at me and said with absolute certainty, “You will, Liz, you will! Just wait for tomorrow!”  From that moment I think I knew I was booked!

Trish laughed and I went quite red with embarrassment. “Wow, Liz!” she said, “It will do you the world of good. It’ll make your day!” I couldn’t quite see that at the time, but I did feel strangely excited about the effortless air of authority exuded by my man. People think I’m bossy because I tend to be more of an extrovert, but Jeff is a wonderful match for me in his quiet, responsible way. Nothing more was said so I was left wondering about the fate of my bottom. But we did have a wonderful time of love making before we went to sleep.

Unfortunately, Jeff had to go to work on the morning of my birthday so we decided to leave giving me presents until he got home, which thankfully would be early afternoon. After he left, the phone rang. It was Jenny, Trish’s younger sister. Trish and Jenny are like the sisters I never had and are great fun to be with. We’ve had all sorts of laughs together over the years.

Jenny wished me a happy birthday and asked me what presents I’d had, but I could tell she was bursting with curiosity. Then, typical of Jenny, she asked straight out if I’d had my birthday spanking yet. When I sounded nonplussed, Jenny let out that Trish had phoned her the previous evening and told her that she’d had a word with Jeff and she was sure that his hand and my bottom were booked for a birthday appointment! The thought of their snooty friend put across her husband’s knee for a spanking no doubt amused the sisters no end.

I was really indignant at first but Jenny told me to lighten up: “It’s just a bit of fun, Liz,” she said. “Pretend you’re a schoolgirl again.” In the mean time she said she’d thought of a way to catch Trish in her own net and she’d let me know.

As I thought about what Jenny said, an idea came to me to really turn my man on. I went into the spare room and sorted out my old school uniform, which I had kept for sentimental reasons and I had once worn at a fancy dress party. It was, of course, far too small for me, but I shortened the skirt even further and put on a pair of sexy panties underneath. I also put on knee-length white socks and put my long hair in pigtails. I was sure that Jeff had never seen me like this!

As I was donning my man-arousing gear, Jenny rang back excited. She’d rung Pete at work and told him about his pretty wife’s misdemeanors. They agreed it would be poetic justice (and a great laugh) if Trish went over his knee that evening for a taste of her own medicine and we both knew Pete was just the man to do it. We both giggled in anticipation at the look of shocked indignation on her face. When I told Jenny what I’d planned she whooped with delight and said that Jeff would love it: “I’d like to see the look on his face when he sees you! And be ready for action afterwards!”

As she predicted, Jeff’s eyes gaped wide open when the ‘schoolgirl’ met him with a cup of coffee when he came home from work with an enormous bunch of flowers. He looked at me, a picture of unbridled male desire. I told him I knew what he had in mind but first of all he must give me my birthday presents. I then teased him further by opening them all as slowly as possible and crossing and uncrossing my long legs opposite him so he worked up quite a sweat. I also made excuses to walk up and down the room a few times, giving maximum wiggle to my miniscule, tight fitting skirt as I passed him. He was positively salivating.

After I’d opened every present and examined them at leisure, I then went and arranged the flowers he’d bought me, bending over the kitchen table to show the maximum amount of butt. Having now worked him up to maximum desire, I sat on Jeff’s lap and we kissed for a long time. I then said, in a little girl voice, “I’ve been a very naughty girl this year. What are you going to do about it?”

He said, “I thought I might try giving you a birthday spanking to keep you from looking down your nose at me,” with which I put on the snooty look and said, pointedly, “I’d like to see you try!”
He didn’t reply but with a grin he simply turned me over his knee. This was a ‘first’ for me as I’d never ever been in this position before, as my parents didn’t believe in spanking. Although, of course, I was expecting it, the novelty quite took my breath away and for a few seconds I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I somehow felt very vulnerable in a way I’d never experienced and I didn’t quite know whether I liked it.

However, I soon found some ‘bottle’ and decided to play along. I kicked and shrieked in mock anguish and cried out dramatically, “How dare you! I’ll tell my husband!” as Jeff pulled what there was of my skirt back. I then started giggling as Jeff then told me to count the smacks out loud for him up to the number required plus the one to grow on. So as he smacked my panties I sang out, ‘That’s one!’, ‘That’s two!’……. , up to the number for my age, which I’m not going to tell you because I’m a traditional woman! The smacks were quite gentle apart from the last, which was the traditionally firmer slap on my panties, and which made me yell a bit. When Jeff finished I stood up rubbing my bottom which by then had a nice warm glow about it.

Jeff then took me in his arms and we kissed long and passionately. He then said, “Let’s get you to bed. I love you so much I could burst!” With which he picked me up over his shoulder (wow!) and carried me, long legs kicking, to the bedroom where our clothes flew in all directions and the bed creaked alarmingly as we celebrated our love for one another. We’d had some teasing and fun, but now it was time for some serious passion! We gasped and groaned and writhed as we expressed our desire for one another. How great it was, I thought, that this wonderful man had come into my life, and now he reciprocated the sentiment.

After laying in each others arms for a long time, we got dressed up and celebrated my birthday by eating out at a restaurant that Jeff had booked as a surprise. The food was great but I don’t think I tasted it too much as my hunger was only for the man sitting opposite me. He really was the most wonderful man in the world and I felt so privileged that he had come into my life. Of course, when we got back home, we made love again before we went to sleep. It seemed the only thing possible at the time!

As I lay blissfully in Jeff’s arms, I wondered what had happened to Trish. Well, I found out when I met her the next morning. Predictably, she wanted to know all about how my birthday had gone, but I said first she must tell me of any surprises she had during the evening. She blushed and said, “A fine friend you are. I arrange a good birthday spanking for you and then you and my sister set me up for one myself!”  She giggled as she told me the tale and then added, rubbing her shapely butt in remembrance, “I got a right panty warming. But it was fun and the sex afterwards was great!” At that point we were both in agreement!

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