Forgetting his birthday (M/F story)

Hazel was standing outside her flatmate's bedroom door, trying to summon the courage to enter. Eventually, she took a deep breath, lifted her hand, and managed to knock.

"Come in," a dry, monotonous voice said.

She opened the door to find Giles sitting at his computer. He glanced up, nodding at her before returning his attention to the screen.

"Happy birthday," she said again, wringing her hands. "And… I'm SO sorry for forgetting about it!"

"It's fine," he said, trying to sound like he meant it. "It's not a big deal."

"It IS a big deal," she insisted. "I haven't bought anything, I didn't prepare anything… I had the day off! I could have baked a cake and prepared dinner for when you came home, maybe hung some decorations…"

"You didn't have to do any of that."

"You did it for MY birthday," she pointed out. "It was wonderful coming home to all that. I should have done the same."

"It's fine," he repeated, though he still didn't sound as convincing as he hoped.

"Giles, you're allowed to be upset when people close to you forget your birthday. You don't have to play the stoic act around me."

He shrugged. " We just share a flat. We're not dating or anything like that. We're on friendly terms, but not exactly besties. It's OK." He still stared at the computer screen, and it was clear that he wanted the conversation to be over.

"I don't even have a gift! Remember that necklace you bought for me? How many months in advance did you order that again?" She sighed. "If only I'd seen the notification before the shops closed."

"I told you, it's fine," he snapped, still not looking up from his screen.

"You say that, and I appreciate it, but I can tell you don't mean it," Hazel said. "I just feel so guilty about it." She bit her lip, wondering how to broach the subject that was on her mind. "I think I need to be punished."

He finally glanced up at her, narrowing his eyes. He stared at her for almost a minute before speaking. "Tread carefully," he warned her.

"You should spank me," she added. "Like you spanked Zelia."

Zelia was Giles' ex-girlfriend. Giles had tried to keep the spicier parts of their relationship secret, only bringing her into his bedroom when he thought Hazel was out, but she'd sometimes come home earlier than he'd expected, and the walls weren't so thick that she couldn't hear the sound of hand slapping down on bare flesh, or Zelia's frantic squeals.

Hazel had made it clear to him that she didn't judge consenting adults for what they got up to in the bedroom, but that she still appreciated that he'd tried to be considerate. Over the months they'd dated, she'd often seen Zelia struggle to sit, or absentmindedly reach her hand back to rub her rear when she realized that Giles disapproved of her behaviour.

"I don't appreciate you making fun of my kink," Giles said sternly.

"I'm not! I'm being serious," she insisted. "You should spank me!"

He folded his arms in front of his chest. "Have you ever been spanked before?"

"No, but it can't be that bad, can it? Sure, it hurts, and it's probably embarrassing, but I'll survive," she said in a light-hearted tone.

"You expect me to spank you just because you think it will make you feel better?"

"No, I think it will make YOU feel better too." She grinned. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you wouldn't enjoy spanking my bottom." When he didn't respond, she nodded triumphantly. "I knew it!"

He sighed. "Come here." When she approached, he spun her around, planting a hard smack on each of her cheeks, causing her to squeal. "There. You've been spanked. Now get out."

She pouted. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. A real spanking, over your knee. Like the ones you gave Zelia."

He sighed. "Zelia was a real spanko – it played a part in every fantasy she ever had. She'd been spanked dozens of times before she met me, and she knew what she was getting into. She was the one that suggested I should start spanking her!"

"You mean like how I'm suggesting that you should spank me?"

He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "You really mean this, don't you?"

"From the bottom of my heart," she assured him.

"Are you sure you want to open that Pandora's box? Things between us might never be the same."

"They won't," she said. "But that doesn't mean they will be worse."

He looked into her eyes, studying her expression before nodding. "As you wish, then." He pushed his chair back so that he sat in the middle of the room. "Take your trousers off," he said in a stern tone that she'd only ever heard through his bedroom door, when he was scolding Zelia.

Hazel blushed, but she only hesitated for a second before beginning to unbutton and unzip her jeans. To her dismay, she realized that was wearing one of her old, worn granny-style panties; when she got dressed that morning, she hadn't expected to go over her flatmate's knee for a spanking, or she'd certainly have worn something sexier. She should have changed when the idea first occurred to her.

She pushed her jeans down to the floor, stepping out of them.

"Pick them up and fold them neatly," he scolded. "Place them on the desk." This was the first time she saw his sterner side; he usually kept that hidden. It was intriguing, and his voice made her heart skip a beat.

"Yes, sir," she said, obeying him instantly. Sir? Where had that come from?

She stood before him, fidgeting nervously under his gaze. She glanced down at her panties. "Sir? Should I… do I have to…" She swallowed, too nervous to speak, but he seemed to understand her anyway.

"You can keep your panties on for this spanking, if you want to," he told her, taking pity on her. She breathed a sigh of relief, then tensed as he patted his lap. "Over my knee, young lady."

Trembling, she inched towards him, slowly bending over his lap. Soon, she was stretched out, her head towards the floor and her bottom raised. He pushed her forward to raise her bottom even higher, then started to rub it  gently, causing her to stir.

"Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?" he scolded, in that stern voice that made her insides melt.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked, clenching and unclenching her cheeks in pure anticipation.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he promised as he lifted his hand and started to spank her.

As the first spanks landed, Hazel gasped, but more from surprise than from pain. This was actually happening! She had actually talked her way into a spanking over her flatmate's lap! He spanked fast, but not particularly hard, and she guessed that he was trying to ease her into it – which she appreciated.

His hand moved rapidly from cheek to cheek, covering every inch of her bottom. Gradually, the spanks were harder and harder, and she squirmed a little. "Ow," she gasped. "That stings!"

"It's supposed to, young lady. It's a spanking," he scolded sternly, but he still reduced the intensity slightly, making it easier to bear.

With every minute that passed, her backside was warmer and sorer. As the burning sting grew more intense, she started to kick her legs, and she could feel tears at the edges of her eyes.

Again and again, his hard palm slammed down on her soft cheeks, causing her to squeal and squirm. She wriggled over his lap, yelping her protests, but she never tried to stand up or tell him to stop. She knew she deserved everything he was giving her.

Suddenly, he shifted to spanking the lower parts of the bottom, the sensitive bits that would press against the chair the next time she tried to sit down, and she howled her anguish, bucking and bouncing over his lap. "Ow! Sir! Please! Not there!"

But no matter how she protested, Giles continued to spank her hard and fast, painting every inch of her panty-clad posterior. She felt like she would never sit again!

Hazel tried to push the tears back, to take her punishment with at least a minimum of dignity, but to no avail. Soon, the tears were pouring from her, and she sobbed pitifully over his lap, pleading for mercy and promising to be more considerate.

As soon as she broke down crying, he ended the spanking, gently rubbing her burning bottom. "Are you going to behave, young lady?"

"Yes, sir," she hiccupped.

"Will you be more considerate in the future?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never forget your birthday again, I swear!"

"Good to hear." He helped her up, hugging her close as she curled up in his lap. He cooed gently into her ear, drying her tears and soothing her scorched seat. "Shh, little girl. It's OK. All is forgiven. Your punishment is over."

"That hurt," she pouted, snuggling her face against his chest.

"It was supposed to," he told her. "I don't think you'll misbehave again, will you?"

"At least not until my butt's healed," she sniffled.

He raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean you'll want me to do this again sometime?"

She paused. "Maybe," she admitted. "I think we both agree that I deserve it sometimes, and your sterner side is… well…." She smiled up at him, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. "Happy birthday, Giles."