Chapter 1: Birthday Spanking Party

As Carrie awoke in her bed this Saturday morning it was going to be a special day. It was her 21st birthday. Slowly, she crawled out of bed, wearing her normal sleeping attire, a long T-shirt, and panties. She put on her bathrobe, tied the belt and left her bedroom, and went into the shared part of the four-bedroom apartment. The past year she has shared this apartment with three of her friends. The open floor plan of the living room, dining room, and kitchen made space for big gatherings. Her roommates were sitting around the dining room table drinking coffee when she entered. “Happy birthday!” they all shouted congratulating her on her special day.

“What’s the plan for the day besides the surprise party this evening?” Asked Carrie.

“We plan on giving you your birthday spankings this morning. Grabbing our boyfriend for lunch and then going to the beach before your party,” answered Rebecca.

“There is no way that I’m going to let the three of you spank me.” She said with a smile.

“Oh really.” Commented her friend Lisa.

“Grab her!” exclaimed Jennifer as the three roommates jumped from the chair towards Carrie. The giggle fest and wrestling match started as the three girls began trying to subdue Carrie.

It was no easy task even at 3to1 odds. Only 3 inches separated the height of the girls. Carrie was the tallest at 5’8”. Where the three attackers were rather petite weighing around 115 pounds Carrie outweighed them by at least 30 pounds. By no means was Carrie fat she was just full-figured with full C-cup breasts, wide hips, a shapely butt, and thick thighs. Her stomach was flat, even if she didn’t have defined six-pack abs.

They finally succeeded in getting her held down. Carrie had one girl on each arm and the other girl sitting on her legs.

“Ok You have me now, but I am still not going to let you spank me.”

“OK I have an idea,” said Jennifer she was a girl on the legs. She removed the belt from her robe and tied Carrie’s legs together. Climbing off her leg she told the other girls to stand her up. She untied Carrie’s robe removing the belt before lowering the robe over Carrie’s shoulders, semi-trapping her arms behind her back.

Despite the humiliation or more likely because of it. The nipples of Carrie’s braless breast were protruding beneath her nightshirt.

“Somebody seems awfully excited,” teased Lisa, reaching over and twisting one of Carrie’s nipples. The pleasurable moan from Carrie gave notice of her rising arousal.

‘My God, why are they doing this to me? Why I’m so excited? I hope they don’t do more. I wish they would do more to me.’ These were just a few of the thoughts running through Carrie’s mind.

Holding her right arm, Jennifer told Rebecca to remove the robe and tie one end to her right wrist. They did the same thing for the left. Carrie was now standing with her legs and wrists tied wearing nothing but her nightshirt and panties.

Walking her over to the kitchen table they bent her over the end, tying her outstretched, arms to the legs of the table. Carrie’s toes could barely reach the floor. They untied the binding that was holding her legs together and re-tied her feet to the other legs of the table spreading her legs apart. Carrie was effectively tied down and at her roommate’s mercy.

Her gown was raised, and her panties were worked into her ass crack, giving her a wedgy. The three roommates spent several fun-filled minutes, groping, pinching, and smacking Carrie’s exposed ass.

“Who is going to start the birthday spankings?” Asked Lisa.

“If we are going to do this, I am going to do it right,” Jennifer said as she went into her room and came out with a large hairbrush with a flat back.

“Yes!” screamed Becky running into her room and coming out with a wide leather belt. The belt was at least 3 inches wide and barely long enough to go around her 22-inch waist.

Lisa went to the kitchen and came out with a large plastic spatula that they used for flipping pancakes.

Carrie was begging and pleading for the girls to let her up and saying that she didn’t need any birthday spankings as they were getting ready. Never once did she say no or ask them to stop.

Jennifer started the spankings. She grabbed Carrie’s panties, pulling the wedgy tighter against her hole. Raising her arm, she delivered a solid blow to Carrie’s right butt cheek with the back of the hairbrush. The scream that proceeded made everybody jump. “OUCHIIEE!” Rebecca started laughing.

“Damn, that hurt,” cried Carrie. She still did not ask them to stop. The first hit had totally surprised Carrie and hurt an awful lot.

Jennifer delivered a second slap to the right butt cheek, causing a similar scream.

“I like hearing her beg and scream, but we might need to gag her. We do not want the neighbors calling the cops.” Said Lisa. A rag was stuffed in her mouth to muffle her cries. The next few spankings were just as bad. Then something clicked in Carrie’s head the pain receded to the back of her mind and she started getting aroused.

As Jennifer kept spanking her Carrie started wondering. What was wrong with her? Was she really getting excited because of the pain? Or was it more from the loss of control and the humiliation?

“Twenty-one! Now one to grow on. Making it an even eleven on each cheek.” the last two extra hard. Jennifer started rubbing and caressing the reddening ass as she quietly told Carrie what a good girl, she was being for accepting her birthday spankings.

Becky pulled the rag out of Carrie’s mouth saying “I want to hear her first couple of screams.” The strap whistled through the air as Becky delivered her first spanking. The girls were not disappointed with the screaming birthday girl. Becky quickly delivered three more hard strappings before stopping to replace the gag. She worked the birthday girl’s ass from top to bottom. Giving her 22 more birthday spankings.

Rebecca used her finger to trace over the stripes on the birthday girl’s ass. She leaned over and whispered into Carrie’s ear, “I just love marking this fat ass of yours. If I had my way, we would be doing this a lot more than just on your birthday.” she was not positive if the birthday girl’s moaning was from pain or lust.

Carrie could not remember the last time she was spanked. She had been spanked many times as a child growing up. Her father still had his paddle hanging on the wall of her childhood home. This did not mean that she was abused as a child. Her father would explain what she did wrong. They would discuss how she could do better. Before he would deliver one or two swats, and then the matter would be forgotten. This type of punishment was remembered a lot longer than any timeout she ever did. Still, it had to be at least a dozen years since she was spanked.

“Your butt is awful red. I think I’ll be delivering my birthday spankings a little lower,” said Lisa while caressing, the red butt. The first blow landed at the top of her, right thigh. The slots of the spatula left a nice little pattern. Lisa rendered five hits per leg from the butt to the top of the knee. Between each impact, Lisa caresses Carrie’s ass casually working her fingers along the wedged ass. Lisa pauses the spanking to catch her breath. By this time the tip of her finger is pushing against the panty-clad asshole. She turned to spatula around and delivered five strokes to the insides of each of Carrie’s thighs. Pushing the panties deeper into Carrie’s ass with each impact. Stepping back, Lisa yells, “Twenty-one and one to grow on.” As she delivers the double strikes to Carrie’s right then left ass cheek.

Lisa’s form of spanking was both more painful and more exciting. The slaps to the thigh were excruciating, but the finger pushing on her asshole was making her very wet.

The tormentors went into the living room, leaving their victim, tied to the table. “Do you think we went too far?” asked Jennifer.

“I wish we could go further.” Said Rebecca.

“No, we didn’t. We need to see how far she will let us take it.” Said Lisa.

“What are you talking about?” Came out in stereo.

“Can’t you smell her arousal?”

“I thought that was me,” blushed Becky

“If you went back in there right now, her panties will be soaked, her cunt dripping, and her nipples hard enough to cut glass.”

“We decided that for your birthday you will be our toy for the entire day. We are going to torment and humiliate you the rest of the day. There is only one way you can stop this. When Rebecca sticks her finger up your twat, if it is dry, we will untie you and forget about the whole thing. But if it is dripping wet like we think you belong to us.” Said Lisa.

Carrie did not have time to think as Rebecca yanked the panties out of her crack, and shoved three fingers into her sopping, wet snatch. “It is true! it’s like a swamp down here.” Working her fingers in and out a few times bringing Carrie to the edge of orgasm before stopping.

The girls took turns one of them rubbing lotion on her ass and thighs, as the other two got dressed for the day. They teased her asshole and cunt in the process. Her gown was pulled over her head so they could reach under her to knead her breast and pinch her prominent nipples. They kept Carrie on the edge of arousal for over an hour.

“We are going out to lunch and doing some shopping. We will be back in a couple of hours. Don’t go anywhere.” They teased their tied-up toy slapping her ass as they went out the door. During lunch, the girls made several plans for their new toys’ special birthday. They decided on three possible levels. Level one was birthday spankings with clothes on. Level two birthday spankings with a nude toy. Level three was an all-out pain slut. Several phone calls were made, everyone was told about level one, only a few partygoers were informed about level two, and only a select few heard of level three. They split up to complete their respective task for the day.

The Ladies met up outside of the apartment so they could enter as one. “We’re home! How is our toy?”

“I am thirsty, my legs are asleep, and I need to pee other than that I’m as horny as hell.” Giggled Carrie.

The three ladies are surprised, but happy with their toys attitude. “Does this mean that you will be cooperative the rest of the day?”

“Up to a point.”

“What does that exactly mean?”

“I do not want to have sex with anyone.”

“Please define what you mean by sex. Because of a lot of what we did today could be considered, sex?” Stated Lisa.

“Everything that has been done so far today is still on the table. I mean that both literally and figuratively.” Laughed Carrie still tied to the table.

“Ok.”

“Would it be possible to untie me so I can go to the bathroom before we continue this discussion?” Asked Carrie.

She was untied and allowed to go to the bathroom. “Don’t be wearing any clothing when you return and we will have some lunch for you,” said Rebecca.

Carrie was as nude as the day she was born when she returned to the living room. Her three tormentors were sitting on the couch Lisa was in the middle and a bowl of fruit was in her lap. The coffee table was pushed away leaving room between it, and the girls.

“Kneel.” Requested Lisa pointing to a spot just in front of the couch. “Tell us what we should expect from you and what you expect from us.”

“This morning when we were wrestling and the three of you took control away from me, I got very excited. Even now, the way, you are controlling me arouses me.”

Lisa leaned forward, offering Carrie a piece of fruit with her fingers. Carrie reached for the piece of fruit, “No, put your hands behind your back.” Carrie quickly complied putting your hands behind her back and gently taking a piece of fruit from Lisa’s fingers with her mouth. “Continue.”

“When you noticed my nipples sticking out, I was embarrassed and became more excited. When you twisted my nipple, I almost came on the spot.” Jennifer offered her a grape Carrie leaned forward, sucking the grape along with Jenifer’s fingers into her mouth. “When the spankings started the pain was almost unbearable. Even though they still hurt, they started becoming pleasurable.” Rebecca offered her a banana as Carrie leaned forward so did Rebecca. At the time that Carrie started to take a bite of the banana, Rebecca reached up grabbing and twisting one of Carrie’s unprotected nipples pulling it forward and shoving the banana into Carrie’s open mouth. “Keep those hands behind your back and your mouth open.” Demanded Rebecca squeezing Carrie’s nipple harder while trying to shove the entire banana down Carrie’s throat. “Take it all you little pain slut.”

Carrie forcefully bit down on the banana biting into it almost catching Rebecca’s fingers. Surprised Rebecca yanks her hand back, letting go of Carrie’s nipple with the other hand. Carrie sits back finishes chewing the banana and swallows. “That is what I mean by to a point,” said Carrie smiling over at Rebecca. “I will not become a slut. Over the past two months since I had broken up with Matt, I have been doing a lot of thinking about my sex life. I have had five partners since I started having sex at the age of 14 two girls and three guys. Tabitha and I only experimented a few times. Edward Kent got a few blowjobs before taking my cherry. I guess he got two of my cherries. We only did it a few more times before breaking up. Ralph Jenkins got lucky after senior prom and that is all he got. My first three encounters were very lackluster and nothing to talk about.

“Freshman, year at college Things got a little more intense when Gloria Hodges and I hooked up for about three months.”

“I remember her.” Laughed Rebecca holding her hands out a foot in front of her breast. “I didn’t think she swung that way.”

“I think it was just a phase. Something she wanted to try out. And I was the lucky recipient of her charms.” Giggled Carrie.

Lisa offered Carrie a slice of orange. Carrie took the slice licking the juice off her fingers. Rebecca tentatively reached over to tweak the kneeling girl’s nipple. Carrie just nodded and continued licking Lisa’s fingers. Jennifer also reached over and tweaked the neglected twin.

“One of the things that stands out about my relationship with Gloria was it she was always the aggressor. That was when I first figured out that I might be a little submissive. After we broke up I kind of shied away from relationships after that.” more fruit was offered.

“About a year ago, I started dating Mark. Mark has a very dominant personality. I guess he picked up on my submissive nature. Just like all my previous partners, I took a backseat and let him lead. Then Mark became more dominant both privately and publicly. Our break up came about because he practically ass-raped me.” there was a collective gasp from the trio sitting on the couch. “Oh, it started consensual, but then he got in a hurry and kept forcing his cock into my ass. That’s when the pain started, I panicked only to tighten up making it hurt worse. I started begging him to stop but he just continued. I resigned to my fate and started relaxing. The pain soon turned to pleasure and I started to enjoy it.” Another bite was offered. “Mark quickly came and it was over before I could truly start enjoying it. We dated for about another week before I broke it off, and yes, anal is still in my future.” All the girls laughed at that comment. Carrie received a couple of playful slaps to her tits.

“Today, tied up to the table while you guys were out, I came to another conclusion. I am a sexual submissive.” Carrie lowered her head before looking back up. “I didn’t then and I do not now want a 24/7 submissive lifestyle. I am a strong, independent woman who occasionally likes to have her control, taken away and be submissive to someone else. Being sexually embarrassed excites me, but being humiliated and belittled is a definite turn off. I would also like to explore more about why I got so excited from the spankings.”