Jennifer's Birthday Paddling - Sex Stories

Jennifer's Birthday Paddling

... my woodshop fashioning a tool to warm Jennifer's ass. Sometimes it was difficult to concentrate with my cock springing to stiffness at what was to come - but I would shake these thoughts from my mind and concentrate at the task that was at hand. I had shortened the thin piece of board down to a little over a foot long, narrowed it a by an inch, and had formed the whole affair into a rather nice teardrop shape. It reminded me of one of those paddleball toys I had owned as a k**, you know - the kind with the elastic string and the rubber ball. After cutting the basic shape, I had rounded off the sharp edges with a sander, and then finally hand sanded it with finer and finer grades of paper. By the end, I had a perfect paddle, and the wood was as smooth as a baby's skin. I then carefully painted a nice red heart in the middle of the paddle, with the word "Jennifer" emblazoned across it in light blue. Perfect. Two coats of shellac, with sanding in between...and time to let it dry. By Thursday night, I had the supreme paddle. It was very light, and could be wielded quickly and with precision to the exact spots I wanted on Jennifer's backside. After work on Friday, I came home and finished the paddle with a final coat of butcher's wax, and a fierce buffing. I decided to give it a test. The paddle was so glossy now; you could hold it up and see a perfect reflection of your face in it. I had a raging harden in my pants by this time, so after the last coat of wax, I dropped my ...

... trousers and bent over my tool bench, I held the paddle up, and it shined wickedly - reflecting the overhead florescent into my face. I quickly reached back, grabbed my underpants and jerked them down as my cock sprang free. Before I could talk myself out of it, I brought the paddle up and back behind me, and delivered three stinging swats to myself. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Tremendous! Superb speed and balance. I looked back to admire my own handiwork, and there were 3 perfect red ovals forming on my right ass cheek. My cock was a flagpole, and my ass was on fire, and it took all the restraint in the world not to touch myself. I was saving myself for Saturday night. I could barely contain my fantasies at this point, just the thought of Jen's bottom twisting and undulating under this tool made my head swim. I spent the rest of the night wrapping her other presents, and then packaged the paddle in an old Victoria's Secret Box. I then wrapped the box in some handsome paper I had picked up at the mall. The box seemed like a great touch, especially knowing she'd undo the wrapping and see the Victoria’s Secret Box, and think: "Oh wonderful, lingerie!", and instead find a present that would sting her derriere red. I decided not to put a card on it. Finally Saturday afternoon came, and I was about to hop into the shower. The phone rang.... "Hello"... "Hey sweetie, it's me! How are you?" "Great" I said, thinking of the box of with its deadly contents. "So what's up?" Jennifer said, "Well hon. I ...