The Birthday Paddling: A Haruka and Michiru Story

Michiru was roused that morning to a series of soft, gentle kisses on her face and neck. The turquoise-haired woman’s eyelashes fluttered, and finally opened, revealing her tall, toned lover.

“Mmmmh,” Michiru said hazily as she wrapped her arms around her golden-haired girlfriend’s neck.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Haruka whispered into her ear in the husky voice no woman could resist. “I left your gift on the nightstand.”

Haruka sauntered off into the kitchen, undoubtedly to start brewing a much-needed pot of morning coffee, as Michiru rolled over to examine the contents of the innocent-looking brown paper gift bag.

Michiru stuck her perfectly-manicured fingers into the bag and pulled out a glistening, silver seashell necklace—wrapped around a Purpleheart wood paddle.

The blue-eyed siren carefully unraveled the necklace from the paddle and put it on. She glided over to the mirror, paddle in hand, and gazed at her reflection.

The necklace suited her, as did the oval-shaped, dense paddle. And with her marine-blue satin and lace slip, she looked every bit the Goddess of the Deep Sea.

That is, if the Goddess of the Deep Sea was meant to administer punishments and not save the world.

Michiru bit her bottom lip to stop a smile from forming. Haruka always knew how to make her feel sexy and powerful.

“Love, this is wonderful,” Michiru said as she walked into the kitchen, lightly smacking her fresh new paddle into the palm of her hand. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to try that out?” Haruka asked coyly before taking another sip of her morning coffee.

“But Haruka darling, you haven’t even done anything wrong,” Michiru teased as she pulled her lover close.

“I forgot to take out the trash last night,” Haruka replied with a smirk. “I was late the night before, and I didn’t pay any attention to your lively, enchanting recap of The Bachelorette, episode 9,887,784.”

“One more word and I will spank you until your ass is as purple as this paddle,” the turquoise-haired girl said as she placed both hands on her lover’s cheeks and squeezed tight.

“Please?” Haruka asked with a charming wink. She played it cool, but she was secretly a bit terrified of the thuddy Purpleheart paddle.

The golden-haired racer was used to an open hand, a hairbrush, and the occasional belt, but a thick, hard paddle would provide a more intense sensation.

Michiru led her lover to the bedroom and motioned for her to bend over the bed. Compliant, Haruka did as she was told.

“Slip off your shorts, love,” Michiru said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Haruka said, a bit of a whine in her voice.

“Don’t worry, love, you’ll get your warm up, but I need to test this new toy on you first,” Michiru said as she administered a light smack.

“If it feels too intense at any point, say ‘seashell’,” Michiru told her exposed lover.

“I’m going to feel so silly saying tha–owwwww,” Haruka cried as the paddle smacked the fleshy part of her bottom a second time, harder than the first.

“Are you questioning my command?” Michiru asked teasingly as a third smack landed on Haruka’s bare cheeks.

The third smack left her lover squirming, and the turquoise-haired siren knew that any harder would be too much for her racer.

Michiru opened her nightstand drawer and wrapped her fingers around a solid steel butt plug.

“There are consequences for brattiness,” Michiru purred. “Open wide, love.”

The blue-eyed woman inserted the plug into Haruka’s open mouth and gently tugged on the blonde woman’s hair.

“Good girl,” Michiru said as she re-filled their lube shooter. “Now, spread those cheeks.”

At this point, Haruka knew better than to utter a word in protest. She placed each hand over a cheek and spread them as wide as she could, exposing her tight, pink hole.

Michiru carefully inserted the shooter and pushed. The blonde racer felt the cool sensation of her hole being filled with lube.

The sea goddess removed the plug from her lover’s mouth and slowly pushed it into her asshole. Growing wetter, she watched as Haruka’s hole enveloped the plug.

Michiru pulled her plugged girlfriend up into a sitting position on the bed, and opened her own legs.

“I want you to feel me, Haruka,” she said as she took the taller woman’s fingers and ran them over her pulsating clit.

Haruka rubbed the turquoise-haired woman’s clit, and then ran her fingers down to her opening. One finger slipped in, and then two, and Michiru gyrated in response to the incomparable sensation of her lover’s touch.

Haruka moved her fingers faster and faster, until her blue-eyed lover started to moan in ecstasy. Sweat coated Michiru’s forehead as she fondled her own erect nipples and begged Haruka to go even harder.

Soon enough, Michiru felt her legs tense and experienced the familiar hot, rushing sensation of an orgasm.

After she came, the turquoise-haired woman paused to catch her breath and kissed her lover passionately.

Haruka positioned herself across Michiru’s lap, offering her plugged bottom for a warm up spanking.

Michiru felt her lover’s dripping pussy through her satin nightgown. Well, there goes another gown, she thought as she started to smack with an open hand.

“You’re almost ready,” Michiru said as slaps rained down on Haruka’s bare, plugged bottom. “Your cute little ass is going to be as purple as this paddle when I’m through with you.”

A moan of pleasure escaped Haruka’s lips. Her mind wandered to her first day of kindergarten. Her classmates had drawn tulips, trees, and houses. She had drawn an elaborate spanking scene that had gotten her sent to the principal’s office.

For years after that, Haruka was embarrassed to tell anyone about her most secret longing. That is, until she met Michiru.

“Over the bed,” Michiru commanded. Haruka readily obeyed.

The Purpleheart wood made a hard, thuddy sound as it landed on Haruka’s tender bottom. Michiru wielded it as she did her Deep Aqua Mirror: with expert precision.

It was incredibly intimidating, and incredibly fucking hot.

During brief pauses in her sadistic, repeated smacking of Haruka’s behind, Michiru lovingly rubbed her lover’s tenderest parts.

“This, my love, is my favorite gift,” she said with a particularly harsh smack.

“Glad you like the paddle,” Haruka responded with a wince.

“I meant this. Us. The way we are together,” Michiru clarified with a small chuckle.

“Ah, well, that’s good to hear, because I’m beginning to regret this paddle.”

“But we’re only just getting started, my love,” Michiru responded slyly.

15 minutes later…

Michiru ran her smooth fingers along the marks on Haruka’s bottom. She smiled as she thought of her lover sitting in her car later that day, her bottom red and sore.

Haruka, positioned on all fours on their bed, had her ass raised high like a sacrifice.

Michiru slowly, carefully pulled out the steel plug she had inserted earlier and shot another dose of lube into Haruka’s stretched hole.

The turquoise-haired violinist caught a stray strand and placed it behind her ear. She never felt as hot as she did when she was wearing nothing but a strapon. Her nipples stood erect, and she could feel the dripping wetness between her legs.

“Are you ready for this, love?” Michiru asked, grabbing the fat, black dildo.

“Yes, ma’am,” Haruka responded, ready to take the impending pounding.

Michiru pushed the tip of the dildo into her racer’s asshole, and Haruka let out a soft moan. The sea siren placed her hands on her lover’s hips and carefully pushed the dildo in.

She slapped her lover’s bruised ass and pulled the dildo out. She repeated the pushing and pulling motions, admiring the way her blonde-haired lover could take a paddling and a dildo in one morning.

Haruka moaned and grunted as she felt the long, thick dildo plunge in and out of her asshole. Michiru’s motions grew faster, and she grasped tufts of her racer’s golden locks.

The sea goddess reached upward for her lover’s breasts and pulled her forward. Now on just her knees, Haruka placed her hands over Michiru’s and moved her body along with the motions of the dildo.

“Oh god,” Haruka moaned in pleasure. Michiru traced her fingers along Haruka’s stomach and reached down to massage her racer’s clit.

Haruka felt her entire body pulsating with sensation.

“Fuck,” she cried as her dark blue eyes rolled upward. “I’m going to come!”

Michiru continued to pump and rub until her racer experienced the ecstasy of orgasm. Haruka went limp as she came, and the two fell into bed.

The turquoise-haired violinist gracefully slipped off her strapon and wrapped her legs around her blonde lover. “And you didn’t even have to use the safeword,” she commented as she ran her fingers through the racer’s short hair.

“It’s a testament to your sense of perception, my love,” Haruka whispered.

The racer paused for a second. “But shouldn’t I have given you a birthday spanking?”

Michiru giggled and kissed the taller woman. “Well, I think we’ve just started our own tradition, darling.”

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Sadie’s Wake Up Call

Sadie was fast asleep, her golden locks frizzy and matted against the pillows, her slim legs wrapped around the royal blue comforter she shared (or was supposed to share) with Abby. Her leggy tomboy was always a blanket hog, Abby mused, as she brushed her rosy lips against the younger woman’s cheek.

“Mmmmh—wha?” Sadie asked drearily as she swatted the brunette away. “Just a few more minutes.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if someone had gone to bed on time,” Abby scolded as she pulled the covers out from under Sadie. The blonde had snoozed through three cell phone alarms after pigging out in front of the television until well past 2 am the night before.

“Abbbby,” the pajama-clad blonde whined. Abby had to admit that Sadie looked rather adorable in her Pikachu-print fleece pants and white V-neck tee.

“No excuses, my little brat,” Abby said. Dressed in a curve-hugging pencil skirt and crisp white button down, she was ready for her very important Monday morning meeting with the museum’s director of living exhibits—that is, if Sadie would get her cute ass out of bed.

Abby was determined not to let her girlfriend miss another day of work—when she was on top of her game, the up-and-coming graphic designer was virtually unstoppable. And then there were days like today, when Sadie looked like a hungover college student.

“If you want to act irresponsibly, my love, you’ll have to suffer the consequences,” Abby said, returning to sit beside the green-eyed beauty with a hardwood hairbrush. On occasion, Abby liked to brush her own long, wavy locks with the menacing instrument in full view of her lover, as a playful reminder of who held the power over Miss Sadie’s backside.

“Stop, I’m up. I’m up!” Sadie cried as Abby pulled her into position over her knee.

“Too late, darling,” Abby replied in a tone that marked finality. She pulled Sadie’s pajama pants down, exposing the groggy woman’s pale behind. She gently ran the bristles of the brush over each cheek, stopping at a tiny black bruise on her lover’s lower right corner. “Do you remember the last time you were punished, Miss Sawyer?”

“When I threw a tantrum a couple nights ago because our Internet connection was slow,” Sadie said. She could feel her face turn hot pink in shame. Abby had thrown her over the desk in their bedroom for a bottom-burning paddling.

“Clearly, someone hasn’t learned her lesson quite yet,” Abby said with a smack of her open hand. Sadie sighed and prepared herself for a lecture and spanking—all before her morning cup of joe.

Abby swatted her girlfriend’s bare bottom swiftly. As the force behind the slaps grew in intensity, Sadie squirmed atop Abby’s lap.

By the hundredth strike, Sadie was trying desperately to cover her reddened bottom with her right arm, which Abby pushed out of the way with ease.

“You know better than that, brat,” Abby cooed into her exposed lover’s ear. She grabbed the hairbrush from her side and rubbed the wood against Sadie’s ass cheeks, as much to remind her who was in charge as to prepare her for the impending paddling.

“Owww,” Sadie moaned as the brush landed with a THWACK across her tender cheeks.

“What won’t you be doing anymore, love?” Abby asked, her eyes admiring Sadie’s gorgeous backside.

Sadie, who was feeling particularly non-compliant this morning, huffed in response.

“I see,” Abby replied with a series of thwacks on Sadie’s sit spot, which made the blonde gasp and become immediately regretful of her own defiance.

Abby brought the brush down again and again, raining hard swats upon Sadie’s backside until the penitent kicked and screamed.

“Okay, okay, when you tell me to come to bed, I’ll come to bed, I swear,” Sadie cried, her eyes wet with tears, which she was relieved Abby couldn’t see.

“And why is it so important for you to go to bed at a reasonable hour?” Abby asked with a crack of the brush.

“Because I can’t be late for work,” Sadie said, embarrassed at her own poor decision making and painful predicament.

“I’m swat going swat to swat give you swat five minutes swat to get dressed,” Abby said, wielding the wooden implement mercilessly.

“Yes, ma’am,” Sadie replied. Now alert and highly embarrassed, the 26-year-old scurried into the bathroom without a single glance back at her put-together girlfriend.

Sadie shut the bathroom door and rubbed her bruised buttocks as she stared at the collection of red patches and darkened bruises in the floor-length mirror.

“No rubbing!” Abby called from the bedroom.

“Okay, Superwoman!” Sadie called back as she rolled her eyes. It seemed like Abby could see through anything sometimes, even layers of walls.

“What was that?” Abby asked, hairbrush thwacking loudly against her palm.

“Err—nothing!” Sadie responded, swiftly locking the door behind her, just in case.

Abby had left undergarments, black jeans, and a button down hanging on the shower rod for Sadie.

The blonde slipped into her clothes as quickly as possible, brushed her teeth, splashed her face with cold water, and ran her fingers through her head of matted locks.

“Ready!” she called, stumbling out of the bathroom. “Abby?”

“You might be ready, but I’m not finished with you just yet, babe,” the brunette woman replied mischievously.

“But I can’t take any more!” Sadie groaned. She knew she was being a royal brat, but she couldn’t be expected to be her best self without coffee.

“Get down on all fours on the bed,” Abby commanded, pulling Sadie’s pants and underwear down to her knees. “This will be quick.”

Sadie sighed loudly and did as she was told, raising her ass up and outwards like a sacrifice in front of Abby. Abby squirted a healthy dollop of lube onto the ribbed fuchsia butt plug and said, “You know, I was going to let you off with just a spanking this morning, but that was before you decided to be a disobedient little brat.”

“The next time I ask you a question, you’ll answer it, won’t you love?” Abby asked as she tickled Sadie’s tender anal opening with the tip of the 5″ plug.

“Yes ma’am,” Sadie sighed as she braced herself for penetration.

Abby eased the plug in gently, smacking Sadie’s ass as she pushed the silicone deeper into her hole. Sadie moaned as she felt each rib of the plug expand her tight opening.

“Get up,” Abby said with a smack of Sadie’s throbbing ass. “Pull your pants up.”

“You mean?” Sadie asked, her ass plugged and sore. She pulled her briefs and jeans, covering the anal toy.

“Yes, love, you’re still at my mercy for…oh, the next forty five minutes or so,” Abby winked as she held up the remote controller to the vibrating plug.

“Abby—on the train?! You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

Sadie didn’t know what would be worse: moaning on the train or sitting on one of its hard seats. One thing she did know for certain—she’d be getting her eight hours from now on.

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