Yesterday was the last birthday I’ll have that has a twenty tacked in front of it.  It’s kind of weird to think about really… but time presses on, no?  You make the best of what time you have and enjoy the moments life offers.  Normally birthdays are something I build up in my head… and end up being disappointed because they aren’t as big of a deal as I think they are.  Before me, Ben had never had someone that birthdays were a big deal to and so he had a bit of a learning curve to get it right.  The last few birthdays have been good for sure.  Yesterday was no exception.

Both the kids wished me happy birthday when they left for school and I was left to sleep in.  Ben woke me up a little after nine with breakfast in bed accompanied with my present and two cards (one funny and one mushy).  We ate in bed together letting the natural light pour in.  After we finished I opened my cards and present (a new iPod dock because my old one died a few months back).  We cuddled back into the sheets afterwards.

It wasn’t long before Ben’s hands were wandering.  It was a rare moment where he was totally focused on me… and making me feel good.  My cunt was totally drenched… as his fingers slide inside of me.  He said as an added birthday present… for the whole day I could cum whenever I wanted.  It was kind of surreal.  One of those moments you look forward to, but aren’t really sure what to do with.  I was in the heat of the moment, though, and didn’t really miss a beat.  I reached down and rubbed my clit to an amazing orgasm.

From there we showered and got ready for our day.  We headed down to Portland for a day of shopping and being together.  We meandered around where I got some new clothes.. and Ben found a few beers he wanted to try.  After we headed to the Japanese Garden.  We walked around.. soaking up the nice weather… and the quiet of the beautiful place.  After we left we went to dinner  then headed back home.

Later in the night was birthday spanking time… a time honored tradition that we simply cannot ignore.  Ben had decided I was to get twenty-nine swats with nine different implements he picked out.  He was nice enough to let me pick out the order in which they’d be used.  I sat on the bed looking over the mixture of toys trying to decide what would be the best way to sort them… all the bad ones first…. all the easy ones first…. or mixing up the good and the bad.  In the end, I decided to to mix it up leaving easy ones at the beginning and the end.

So I bent over the bed and prepared myself for the oncoming ass warming.  I was to count each swat, something new to us.  He started… five swats on each cheek with a plastic ping pong paddle.  I thought this was going to be one of the easier implements as in the past it has been… boy was I wrong.  By the end of the grouping of spankings.. I was panting heavily.

Next came the stainless steel cake spreader.  This has always been one of our more brutal implements as it easily draws blood.  Each swat cut right through me… and I reached out for his hand.    He kept going though.. delivering the second set of blows.  He set the spatula down and rubbed my back.  He comforted me… knowing the pain that he’d brought me… helping soothe my breathing.  After a few minutes, he asked if I was ready for the next grouping.

He picked up a slotted spatula next… it was the easiest to take so far even though we were only a third of a way into my birthday spankings.  I counted out each swat as he delivered them.  This set went the fastest for sure.  Again he asked if I was ready for the next… and I was.. waiting bent over the bed… ass out… asking it’s Owner to brighten my skin.

Ben grabbed the next toy in line… my second most hated toy, a pancake spatula.  This thing is evil… it delivers a blow with a bite and a thud.. a strange little mixture.  I was not looking forward to this one… and braced myself for the worst.  Within first four I was wiggling and had to be reminded to stay in position.. it was so hard.  The pain was unbearable…. I could hardly process it.  I kept telling myself over and over that it was only twenty-nine blows and that I could get through them.  It just didn’t feel like that.  Strangely enough, I made it through with an additional hit. When I called him on it… he said he’d take one off next year… and then he comforted me once more before moving onto the next set.

The flogger came out next… delivering twenty-nine well picked hits.  I wiggled through them… counting each one so he could hear them.  Then came the cane… my ass was sore but I knew I was getting close to the end.  His hand had to hold me in place again… I was struggling to deal with it all.  Just a few more implements I told myself.. just a few more.  The wooden spatula came next… also one of the rough toys.  I lost count through this one… being reminded what number we should be on.

He pressed on… two more to go.  He grabbed the crop… the stings landing on each cheek.  So close to being done.. the pain becoming almost impossible to handle.  When he announced that there was only one more to go… I felt all too relieved.  He picked up the last one… another type of spatula.  My ass was sore… but it was a welcome toy… one that didn’t hurt nearly as bad.  I counted out the last grouping… and was greated by a wonderful Owner… holding me close.  He climbed onto the bed and pulled me into him… telling me happy birthday and kissing me.

It was a wonderful birthday to say the least.  If I have to grow older… that’s how I want to spend them.  Spanked and loved.