Darias Birthday Spanking

Daria was turning thirty; today was a special day. She spent the night before playing, knowing she had a party to attend this evening.

The curly hair brunette set out her clothes a blue satin dress something, which she knew would match her tan complexion very well.
Time was nearing for the party when it finally arrived she was greeted by her friends and her family. Her sister had brought along a few of her own friends intent on “Setting her up”. That didn’t really go over to well with Daria who smiled nicely at the guys her sister had dragged along.

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After the cake and the gifts, the young damsel decided she’d take a walk in the garden to her surprise a stranger met her under an orange blossom tree on a bench. He had not been among the guests – or at least Daria didn’t recall him there. She would have remembered. His striking predatory features and the well-trimmed goatee would have stuck in her mind.
She went to ask his name, but instead, he placed a finger to her lips. Shaking her head he said: “Now Miss Dariahave you been a good girl?”
She found herself blushing, but a grin crossed her face.

“Young lady I asked you something.” Demanded the stranger.

Daria smiled, playing would make her feel good. “No sir I’ve been very naughty.” She purred.

“Perhaps the birthday girl needs a spanking?”

Though he made it a question the stranger didn’t allow Dariaany options. With one swift action, he pulled her over his knee. Slowly he lifted the hem of her satin dress finding underneath silky emerald green panties.
Smack! He landed one test swat it produced an “Ouch”, but also a giggle from Daria. “Now thirty swats” said the stranger. “Perhaps this might be to much?”

“No sir – I’ve been a very naughty girl.” She looked up over her shoulder batting her eyelashes at him with a smile.

Not saying another word the stranger began the spanking, soft at first but then building harder. After ten whacks he paused and reached for the elastic of Daria’s panties pulling them down to her ankles. Her ass was already the color of an apple. “Now how does that feel?” he asked.

“Oh it stings.” She purred.

“Okay then.” Said the stranger continuing the spanking pleased by the little yelps and cries he was causing.

After her thirty swats the stranger stood Dariaup and hugged her. Nibbling on her ear he whispered. “Happy birthday love.” Daria smiled and kissed him back warm all over.