Our mutual confession of spanking fantasies started at the movies. Vivian and I had been dating off and on, but that night really clinched it for us. We were at one of those Italian films that are nothing more than erotica disguised as art. The heroine spent most of her time being spanked or threatened with spankings by a hero obviously enjoying himself immensely. During the first such spanking, Vivian clutched my arm frantically, in a death grip. Her other hand was buried deep in that apex of her sex, long limbs crossed in order to vise it tightly. “For God’s sake, what is she saying?” Vivian whispered eagerly. The heroine was verbalizing obvious ecstasy.

There were no subtitles, but the current of sexual energy I could sense surging through the woman on-screen was spreading to me, and I could feel my cock slowly lengthening with my own excitement. Under the cover of the theater’s darkness, during the next spanking scene, Vivian grabbed my hand and placed it between her thighs. Underneath a thin silk dress sheathing her delicately honed body, I could feel a warm moistness pulsing rhythmically while her eyes remained hypnotized by the image on the screen.

Later, she blushed remembering it. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, her voice unsteady, her shoulders still shaking when I placed an arm around them.

“It was nothing that can’t be explained, perhaps by more of the same when we’re alone,” I assured her. “My place or yours?” Vivian’s eyes and mine locked, and I hastily hailed a cab. Alone at Vivian’s apartment, I took her in my arms. My tongue tangoed with hers in fast, darting explorations while she responded like the hot fire that had flamed earlier at the theater. Both our hearts were pounding furiously as I led Vivian to a couch and sat down with her in my lap. Then, during another deep kiss, my hand slipped under her dress, where I could feel the sodden crotch of her panties clinging to the lips of her sex. “Those spanking scenes at the cinema really excited you, didn’t they?” I whispered hoarsely between nibbles on her ear.

“It’s nothing unusual,” I assured her, tugging her dress higher and pulling down her panties. “I guess I’ve always wished that someone would tan my hide right before sex,” I was admitting aloud to someone else for the first time.

“You too!” Vivian squealed with relief. Then she deliberately adjusted herself over my lap, and I found that inviting bare bottom flesh rearing in my face. “Do it to me,” she urged.

Although hesitant for fear of hurting her, my first slap was a solid thwack of the hand, like a loud clap of thunder. I could feel Vivian’s tense body quivering against my hard bulge. I delivered another smart slap to her ass as my free hand dipped under her to caress her hot pussy. Two more spanks in quick succession had Vivian alternately sobbing and moaning as she tried to hump my hand. By this time her bottom was blushing brightly. And after more resounding thwacks, she slid down my legs to suck my cock.

We never even made it to the bedroom. I guess there was nothing like a good old-fashioned spanking to spark our lovemaking that night And the theme continued.

Our birthdays are only three days apart, and we always celebrated them between the two dates. A few days before either one, I found a message from her on my machine. “Hello, darling; are we on for our usual birthday bash? Perhaps I should spank some sense into you this time. What do you think? Call me about our birthdays.” Vivian’s mention of a spanking filled me with a warm glow of anticipation, my cock actually stirring at thoughts of another encounter like our last When I got on the phone, she sounded breathless. “We can exchange presents at my place over a bottle of champagne — is that agreeable, darling?”

“I’m leaving this very minute to get you exactly the right present,” I assured her.

In no time at all, the day had arrived and I was off to Vivian’s place for presents and champagne. I was completely overwhelmed upon discovering that the’ champagne was Dom Perignon.

“You be first,” I insisted, handing her my present and hoping that she would understand the significance. It was an elegant hairbrush inlaid with mother-of-pearl, which had immediately caught my eye. Vivian laughed with delight, her laugh low and sultry. “It’s exquisite. Now open yours.”

I unwrapped her gift eagerly to discover a pair of matching brushes interlaced with leather and finely honed silver trimming. “I’ll be damned,” I exclaimed.

Dom Perignon has been described as star-filled bubbles of celestial splendor, and several toasts to our birthdays were giving us both a warm glow to go for broke in the bedroom. By the time we undressed, I was itching to be the first to try out the hair brush on her fetching backside. Vivian saw the look in my eye, and without a single word, she handed me the hairbrush, and her breath seemed to catch in her throat. “One for each year,” I reminded her softly, stretching her across my lap with her crotch cuddled snugly against my cock.

The alabaster whiteness of her ass gleamed invitingly in the soft light, a creation of such breathtaking beauty that I was almost reluctant to love it with sharp slaps of a hairbrush. Gripping the handle firmly, I administered several hard spanks that had Vivian cringing as she moaned and pleaded for more. I could feel her cunt pulsing hotly against my throbbing erection, and I wished I could thrum my iron cock against her clitoris with each spank.

Counting silently to myself, I spanked away in earnest, the friction caused by her body rubbing against mine nearly driving me to a climax. The familiar scent of her sex was tormenting my nostrils, thick slicks of her love liquid smearing my crotch. I wanted more than anything else to penetrate her pussy right then and there. But I knew this was a precious opportunity, too.

I counted off the last few strokes, causing her buns to blush a deep crimson. Vivian was struggling on my lap, jerking herself up and down the length of my cock. She had a torrid climax just as I gave one final whack and yelled, “Happy birthday, darling!”

“That most definitely was the best birthday present of my entire life,” Vivian declared happily.

“Which calls for another toast, this time to spanks that titillate the hormones,” I announced.

More of our birthday bubbly had my own hormones heaving hotter than all hell. I glowed from head to foot with eager anticipation, finally handing Vivian one of my birthday brushes for the spanking I craved — but she preferred to use mine. “Sock it to me, sweetheart,” I ordered.

My cock was thick and swollen from so much prolonged sexual tension as I stretched myself across Vivian’s lap. Her hands ran gently down my spine, sparking it with tingles, then onto my ass, where she kneaded and caressed the firm fleshiness. “Naughty boy, your rear is ripe for abuse,” she whispered. Then, the hairbrush ripped through the air to deliver blow after blow of burning birthday cheer on my buttocks.

By the time she delivered that last damned spank, my body was blazing like a raging fire and my cock was ready to shatter into bits and pieces of sizzling flesh. In one deft move, I bounded off her lap, pulled her down onto the bed and aimed my raging erection at her pussy. I barely got it pumping like a piston, in and out, before the familiar blast-off warning signals. Then I pulled out and flipped her over in the nick of time to pour torrents of creamy come on her ass as a balm to soothe the burning welts, after which I massaged my cream into her flesh while Vivian purred. “How resourceful,” she marveled.