"So, Caitlyn, anything in particular you want for your birthday next week?" Nash raised a hand to the bartender to order another round and then glanced at his best friend.
Caitlyn hesitated. "I have something in mind, but… it might be a big ask."
"Name it," he said as he paid for their drinks. "You'll only turn 30 once."
She bit her lip, taking a small sip of her cider. Staring into her glass, she finally admitted "I'd quite like a birthday spanking."
Nash stared at her, a look of surprise on his face. "I didn't think you saw me that way," he said after a while. "I'm afraid I don't –"
"Oh, no, not like that!" she hastened to add, waving her hands disarmingly. "There will be nothing romantic or sexual about it! Ew!" She took another sip. "It's just… I've always wanted to know what it's like to be spanked, and you're the safest guy I know."
"Thank you for the compliment," he said, with just the slightest hint of smugness in his voice. "But couldn't you have explored it with one of your ex-boyfriends? Did you ever ask Alex…"
She shook her head. "No. If I'm dating someone, I need us to be equals, and that's hard to do if he can take me over his lap and spank me whenever we argue." She looked at him. "We've never dated, so we don't have those kinds of arguments, and I know I'd be safe in your hands."
Despite his surprise, he thought about her idea. "I've never spanked anyone before."
"I can send you some articles! I've read a LOT of them. Besides, I don't think it's that difficult. Just take my jeans and panties down, lay me over your lap, and then whack away – long and hard!"
"Your panties?" he said, his eyebrow disappearing into his red hairline. "You want me to strip you?"
"Only from the waist down! If you're modest, you can put me over your lap BEFORE you take my panties down – or I can take them down myself. But it's not a real spanking if it's not on the bare, is it?" She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please, Nash? There is nothing in the world I want more, and I've been dreaming about it for most of my life. I can't enter my thirties while remaining entirely unspanked!"
He thought about it. It was definitely weird, but if that's what his best friend wanted, she could have it. Besides, it wouldn't be uncomfortable for HIM. "As you wish," he said.
She grinned. "Thank you, Nash! You're the best!"
One week later, Nash and Caitlyn were headed back to her place. They'd been out partying with friends, but neither of them had been drinking. Nash was driving, and Caitlyn wanted to remain relatively sober for her upcoming present. The last thing she wanted was to be too drunk to remember it clearly.
They entered her flat, and Caitlyn poured herself a brandy – just a small one, to steady her nerves. Her fondest wish was about to be fulfilled, and her heart was trying to beat its way through her chest. She wondered if it would live up to her expectations. She glanced over at Nash, who was sitting on the couch. He looked quite nervous as well. "I'm ready," she said, trying to sound as if she meant it.
"Right. OK." Nash took a deep breath, then crooked his finger at her. "Come here, young lady." His attempt at a stern voice made her giggle, but she tried to hide it. She didn't want him to feel self-conscious.
She shuffled over to him. Moving slowly, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and she felt a strange thrill as he slowly lowered them to her knees. He gently guided her over his lap, and she stretched out over the couch, scooting forward so that her bottom was raised over his lap. She felt his fingers in the waistband of her panties, and she eagerly lifted her hips to make it easier for him to slide them down.
He placed his hand on her bottom, watching the goosebumps form on her pale flesh as she waited for him to begin. "Thirty hard slaps," he said.
"Plus one to grow on," she reminded him.
"Right. That's a thing, too, isn't it? Right." He lifted his hand and began to spank her.
The first smack landed on her left cheek, and she let out a squeal of shock and delight. It was finally happening! She was over a trustworthy man's lap getting her bare bottom spanked! She couldn't believe her luck.
"That's two," he said as he smacked her right cheek. "Or should I make YOU do the counting?"
"You do it," she replied instantly. "It's my birthday, I shouldn't be forced to do maths."
He chuckled, delivering another spank that had her squealing and curling her toes. "Three. Four. How does that feel?" he asked gently.
"You're really good at this," she told him, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
"Quite sure. Five. six," he told her, delivering the next slaps.
Caitlyn laid down on the couch, grinning to herself as he continued to warm her bottom. This was heaven! A lovely meal with friends, beautiful presents, and then home for a good spanking. Every girl should be so lucky.
"Thirteen. Fourteen," Nash's voice droned on as she felt the next hard whacks on her seat. "Fifteen. Sixteen. Over half-way there."
"How does my bottom look?" she asked, craning her neck.
"Huh? It's… it's quite cute, I guess?" he hazarded. "Nice and round, not too big…"
She rolled her eyes. "I meant the colour, you twit! Is it red yet?"
"Oh! Sorry! It's a bit pink, I guess…" He frowned. "Wait a minute! You're being punished, you don't get to call me names!"
"I don't?" she gasped. "I guess you're going to have to spank me extra hard, then!" She wriggled her rear to egg him on, then howled when the next smack landed.
"Hard enough for you?" he asked sweetly as he delivered one that was just as hard. "Seventeen and eighteen."
"Sorry, sir! I'll be good, sir!" She winced. "Ouch. You really know how to bruise a girl's… pride."
"Nineteen. Twenty," he chanted. These strokes were hard, but not quite as hard as the previous ones. "Twenty-one. Twenty-two."
Caitlyn smiled blissfully as she stretched out over his lap, feeling the strokes land on her warm bottom.
"Twenty-nine. Thirty!" he declared, smacking down on her soft cheeks. "Plus one to grow on! There, all done." He rubbed her bottom gently. "How was it?"
"This is the best day of my life!" she declared.
He chuckled. "I'm glad you enjoyed your present. You can get up now."
"Do I have to?" she asked, pouting. "Can't you keep going? I've missed a LOT of birthday spankings, after all…"
"And you want to make up for it now? Well, let's see. You said you've never been spanked before, so that's twenty-nine birthdays, which…" He started calculating in his head.
She giggled. "Why don't you just keep whacking me, and I'll tell you when I think it's enough. OK?"
"Sounds simple enough." Nash lifted his hand, delivering a few hard slaps to her waiting cheeks.
Caitlyn could feel the sting growing, and soon, she was squirming. Her bottom was quite warm already, and it was growing hotter with every firm slap to her unprotected rear end. The first tears started to roll down her face, ruining her makeup.
"Are you sure you're OK?" he asked as he continued to light up her bottom. "Would you like me to stop?"
"Don't you dare stop!" she hissed. "Keep going!"
Eventually, the tears were rolling freely, and every smack brought a yelp to her lips as she kicked her legs. Her bottom burned, and she loved every second.
Finally, the pain overwhelmed her, and she began to sob. "Stop! Please, that's enough!"
Immediately, he ended the spanking, and she found herself being held in his arms as he rocked her back and forth and whispered soothingly. She felt at ease as she cried into his chest.
"Thank you so much! You've no idea how much this meant to me," she whispered as they sat together on the couch. She was leaning against him, and his arm was around her shoulders. "Best birthday ever! So, you read the bits about aftercare?"
"Of course! You sent me the link, didn't you? Oh, would you like some lotion now? I didn't bring any, but I assume you have some?"
"I do, but not right now. I'd like to savour the sting for a bit longer." She smiled. "It burns, but in a good way. Know what I mean?"
"Can't say that I do," he replied.
For a few minutes, they sat there together. Nash had opened a bottle of wine for her, and she stared into her glass. "Nash? I had an idea."
"Sounds ominous," he commented drily.
"Your birthday is coming up in a few months…"
"You are NOT spanking me," he responded.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course not! But if YOU don't want your birthday spanking… can I have it?"
He chuckled at the angelic expression on her face. "We'll see."
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