Mr. B.F.D.

I wasn’t sure I could put more cake in my stomach. The cupcake for breakfast was pretty hardcore to begin with and the people at work had gotten me an even bigger birthday cupcake from one of the local bakeries. I walked over to Erik and leaned in to give him a kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. What I thought would be a quick peck before I blew out the candles turned into a passionate kiss with his hands moving along my body and making me tingle with desire for him. I had time to think about my encounter with my mother that morning and what I had to do in order to change things for the better. The one thing I couldn’t stand to lose was Erik. Even if I did get back in school or found a job that could lead to a career, I needed his touch. It kept me grounded in reality when nothing else made sense. I knew that meant a tough decision was in store for us when Madison finally did return home, but I wasn’t ready to think about that yet. I had a wish to make—one that I hoped would actually come true.

“So what are you going to wish for?” His lips finally broke from mine and I turned towards the cake.

“I can’t tell you that…” I winked at him and blew until all twenty-two candles were extinguished.

Happiness. Peace. They’re one and the same at this point.

“I’m sure it was a good one.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kissing my neck, reaching down and unfastening my jeans.

“You’re a little eager to get my pants off.” I leaned back against him.

“I have a special birthday present for you that requires it.” He unzipped and started sliding them down my hips.

“Oh yeah?” I let out a sigh as put his hand on the front of my thigh and started lightly moving it along the edge of my panties.

“I’m going to make you cum with this.” He ran his tongue along the edge of my ear and my pussy started to tingle. “I’m going to lick you until you explode.”

“You’ve never done that to me before…” Goosebumps covered my skin as his words lingered in my ear.

“We’re always too anxious for something else, but tonight I want to take it a little slower.” He kissed down my neck and then back up to my ear. “It is going to be all about you.”

“This might just end up being my favorite birthday ever.” I felt my panties being pushed down as well and once they dropped past my thighs, I kicked them to the side, along with my jeans.

“Before we get to this.” He licked my ear again. “There’s something else we have to take care of.”

“What’s that?” I felt a sigh of pleasure escape my lips as his tongue continued to explore my neck.

“Your birthday spanking.” He released his grip around my waist and pulled a chair out from the table.

“Oh!” I blinked a couple of times.

“Get over here.” He grabbed my arm playfully.

“I should probably put my jeans back on…” I teased and reached towards them, but he pulled me towards his lap.

“No way.” He guided me across his knee. “You’ve been a naughty girl this year, so you deserve to get your birthday spanking on your bare bottom.”

“Have I been naughty?” I looked over my shoulder and tilted my head. “I don’t think so…”

“I do.” He gave me a firm smack that landed in the middle of my ass.

“That tickled.” I grinned and wiggled my ass at him.

“You have twenty-two to go. Maybe you should be careful about taunting me.” Another smack landed on top of the previous one, and it was a little harder, but not enough to hurt.

“Still just a tickle…” I wiggled my ass again.

“If you keep taunting me…” he rubbed my ass lightly with his fingers and then moved between my legs, lightly caressing the edge of my pussy, “you’re going to get a real spanking.” He moved back to my ass and gave me one that was hard enough to sting a little bit.

“You say that like it is a bad thing.” I looked over my shoulder and bit down on my lip as I wiggled my ass again. “You said I had been naughty.”

“You most certainly have been.” His hand came down two times, bouncing from one side of my bottom to the other and leaving a bit of a sting behind. He quickly moved his hand between my legs and rubbed along the exterior of my pussy again.

“Am I going to get this every time I’m naughty?” I moved my hips until I was rubbing against his cock, feeling it start to swell a little from the contact.

“Maybe so.” He let out a sigh as his cock was stimulated and then pulled his hand away from my pussy, giving me two more smacks that mirrored the previous two.

“How many am I up to?” I moved my hips. “I lost count.”