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“He WHO!” I yelled. Anna’s lips opened like she was going to tell me, and then I saw her gaze flick to somewhere behind me, and her mouth snapped shut.
“Is the birthday girl ready?” A familiar voice tickled me from behind. Chloe, I turned to look for her, and she gently touched my bare lower back. “I just don’t know who’s more excited! Eek!”She squealed as I shook my head, confused over what was happening, as she started to push me toward the stage.
Kayla’s Birthday Surprise Pt3
My feet moved as Chloe guided me. We reached the stage, and I was starting to sweat from no one telling me what was happening. I mean, Anna had spilled that I was getting birthday spanks, but what the fuck would be delivering them? Chloe pressed my tits to the center of the St Andrews cross and giggled in my ear. Mila then crawled up on the stage and grabbed my right ankle. She yanked it over and cuffed my foot in place. My breathing became shallow as I looked over my shoulder.
Candy girls and clients alike had gathered behind me while music slowly began to play. The room was filling, and I was on center stage, wearing only my bra, panties, and heels. Chloe pushed my elbow up and clipped my wrist cuffs in place. “Who the fuck is spanking me?” I whisper hissed to Chloe, and she tipped her chin to the left. My head whipped around toward the direction she was pointing.
I squinted into the darkness and watched as the crowd started to part. A shirtless man walked in, wearing only tight, black, leather pants. The crowd cheered and hollered as he made his way toward me. He slapped a long wooden paddle into his palm, and each swack-ing sound made me flinch. It wasn’t until he stepped into the spotlight that I realized the man who’d be giving me twenty-six birthday spanks with that heavy paddle while everyone watched…
Was Alfred!
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