Morgan looked at the clock. 12:01 am. Time to commence with her plan. Sneaking quietly to the sleeping woman’s bedside, moving aside the dark locks, splayed across the pillow, she took the bottle of lukewarm chocolate sauce and dripped a few drops on her milky neck. The woman barely stirred, so leaning down carefully, Morgan slowly started to suckle the chocolate off her skin.
Quickly, CC’s breathing changed indicating that the chocolate sauce and suckling had indeed done its intended purpose. Looking up Morgan spotted gray eyes watching as she continued to lick and suck for a moment longer.
Morgan’s voice broke the quiet with a whispered secret, “Good morning, birthday girl.” The two shared a happy grin for a moment, both glad to be able to spend this special day together.
Finally, breaking her surprised silence, CC huskily told the woman who was still hovering close, “That was a very nice way to wake up.”
“Wasn’t a bad way to wake you up. Happy birthday, sweetie!” Morgan smiled again at the woman and moved to sit next to her instead of continuing to lean over her.
Turning over to look at Morgan, CC asked in a sleepy voice, “So what is this about you waking me up in the middle of the night?”
Giggling a bit, Morgan told the sleepy woman, “Well, I owe you a spanking and I figured you would want to get that over with!” CC’s eyes widened at this news and she quickly sat up.
“A-a spanking, whatever for?”
“Your birthday spanking of course!”
Morgan watched at a light blush crossed the woman’s face with this news, however when Morgan held out her hand to the woman she gladly took it and quickly found herself facedown over the Tops knees.
Morgan enjoyed the feeling of CC resting comfortably over her lap… it felt so right and the view wasn’t half bad either.
“I believe the custom is a swat for every year and one to grow on, but for you it will be one to grow on and one because you are a brat and one because you are my favorite brat and one be-“
CC wriggled, just so, as she protested, “HEY! I have been good and it is my birthday after all, I want to be able to sit!”
Laughing, Morgan had to agree, “Well, I guess maybe not then!” so slipping down the woman’s pj’s Morgan started gentle spanks to CC’s pert bottom, *SWAT* “One.” *SWAT* “TWO.” *SWAT* “Three.” Morgan took a moment to gently run her fingers up and down ticklish bare thighs making the woman squirm, and giggle.
Before long Morgan continued the gentle spanks, watching as her skin just blush pink, *SWAT* “Four.” *SWAT* “Five.” *SWAT* “Six.” Again Morgan took a moment and rubbed soothing circles onto the woman’s behind not wanting to actually cause any pain.
Raising her right palm again Morgan continued. *SWAT* “Seven.” *SWAT* “Eight.” *SWAT* “Nine.” *SWAT* “Ten.” *SWAT* “Eleven.” *SWAT* “Twelve.”
Morgan paused again, but this time leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the back of the brat’s neck, murmuring in her ear. “Are you enjoying your birthday spanking, sweet heart?”
Sighing deeply the woman nodded and whispered out, “Yes, very much.”
Morgan smiled and continued spanking her, now just a bit harder, sense her bottom was warming nicely, *SWAT* “Thirteen.” *SWAT* “Fourteen.” *SWAT* “Fifteen.” *SWAT* “Sixteen.” *SWAT* “Seventeen.”
Each connection of palm and bottom spread the heat from CC’s backside to other more delicate places that was begging to be attended to.
Morgan noticed at this point CC was arching her backside up to meet hand, so she continued spanking, speeding up the swats so the woman wouldn’t explode out of desperation, *SWAT* “Eighteen.” *SWAT* “Nineteen.” *SWAT* “Twenty.” *SWAT* “Twenty-One.”
Now, both women were breathless and CC reached back to hold. Hold whatever part of Morgan she could reach. Morgan obliged and interlaced their fingers together at the small of the woman’s back.
*SWAT* “Twenty-Two.” *Swat* “Twenty-Three.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Four.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Five.” *SWAT* “Twenty-Six.”
Taking a moment, again to rub the woman’s bottom, she told her, “The last two are always zingers.”
This information caused CC to gasp in shock, but before she could utter a word, Morgan planted the last two firm swats, that echoed in the room, on the woman sit spots, *SWAT* “Twenty-Seven.” *SWAT!* “And one to be bratty on.”
Morgan allowed the woman to relax over her lap for several moments breath rapid and hard as Morgan soothed circles wherever she could reach.
“I have chocolate ice cream and cake in the kitchen if you want some.”
CC shakily stood up, and told the woman, “That’s not what I want,” her voice deeper now with arousal.
Leaning down it was now CC’s turn to lead the dance between the two women. CC pressed a tender kiss on Morgan’s lips and moved to straddle her lap, kicking pants off in the process. The women fell back and with hands roaming and lips never separating.
They didn’t make it to the kitchen until the next morning for a breakfast of chocolate ice cream.
But I’ll leave the rest of that story up to your imagination.