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.”