The Birthday Present,      a tale by annie.

Julie came into the bedroom carrying a tray with a light breakfast of tea and toast and a handmade card.Tom sat up in the bed and she placed it next to him. "Happy birthday,Sir."

"Thanks,darling." She sat on the bed and poured the tea. He smiled at her. "Good girl." She handed him his tea with a meek,quizzical expression. He took his tea,smiled and read the card which said,"To my dearest Master and Lover,with all my love and respect,Julie XXXX". He smiled again. "Let's have a look at that bottom of yours." She turned her back to him and raised her negligee to reveal a deeply bruised bottom. The previous evening he had seen fit to spank her severely across his knee with a gym shoe. The offence was not serious as most relationships would have it, scarcely warranting a cross word,but in this relationship the least offence committed by Julie was punished...and she was glad of it. "That must have hurt, darling,"he grinned. She let her negligee fall and turned to face him. Seeing him beam at the sight of his handiwork, she smiled in genuine delight.

"Yes, it was very painful,thank you,Sir." And it really had hurt her,and still did,making her next task the more difficult. She knelt on the bed next to him as he ate his breakfast. At length she managed to say, "I haven't got you a present,Sir."

"I didn't expect one,darling, as I've stopped your pocket money."

"As I deserved, Sir. But I'd still like to give you something."

"Wait till I've finished breakfast,darling."

"Please,Sir,I didn't mean that. I'm yours and you can do that to me anyway."

"Well,what else can you give me?"

"Please,Sir, I don't mean to be cheeky, but can I ask you something?"

"Yes,as long as it's respectful."

"It is respectful, Sir. Please, Sir, do you enjoy punishing me?Hurting me,I mean."

"Within limits, yes. As long as it does no lasting harm."

"That's what I mean, Sir. Making me cry by hurting my bottom and other places," she said earnestly.

"Yes,darling,I love it," he said with a smile, "Do you?"

"No,Sir, I hate the pain but I love what pleases you."

"That's as well,darling,"he laughed. She maintained her serious expression.

"Please, Sir, it's not because you hate me, is it?"

He extended a hand and stroked her cheek,"Of course not,darling,it's because when you let me hurt you so much it shows how much you love me." She smiled and,at the same time,tears of fearful anticipation rose in her eyes.

"Please,Sir, how do you most enjoy hurting me?"

"I love to cane you the most,darling. That's what hurts the most, isn't it?"

"Yes,Sir," she said in a small voice, "Please, Sir, would you like to cane me for a birthday present? I know it's not much, but it's all I can offer." She began to cry, feeling afraid and foolish.

He laughed. "Darling, that's a lovely idea. I'd love to cane you really hard. May I?"

She raised her tear stained face to him and said, "Yes, Sir, please do." "How many strokes should I give you?"

"It's up to you,Sir."

"Well, how many do you think?"

"Please no more than six, Sir."

"Then I'll give you twelve,darling. May I?"

"It's up to you ,Sir,but PLEASE no more than six...please. It's going to be so painful on top of the beating I had last night."

"I'll cane you in here,darling. Go and fetch it."

She eased herself off the bed and went to the study,returning within the minute. When she entered the bedroom, he was standing by the bed,his penis fully erect.

"I'll have you lying on the bed,darling.,"he said with a smile. She knelt on the bed and,placing two pillows under her abdomen to push her bottom up,lifted her negligee and laid down,gripping the bed head. The cane was raised and she gritted her teeth. Twelve hard strokes on the attentions of the previous evening had made her scream loud as to wake the dead: but she had kept her position and taken her thrashing without complaint. She had wept long and hard in the bathroom,kneeling on the floor. Now she was examining her marks with great pride in the mirror of the bedroom, lifting her negligee to do so: these marks,she knew,he would have her show their closer friends which embarrassed her but gave him great pride. There was still an acute pain in her bottom but her thoughts were turning to the front of her abdomen. She slipped off her negligee and went to the bed to submit to him again.

The End Copyright © annie