by LSF Publications
by Art Zeeton
Claudia Peters would come to have second thoughts about telling Ricky he could choose his own birthday present from her.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Well, anything I can afford. What do you want?"
"Let me think about it."
That night, Claudia stayed in the den to finish grading her third grade classes' spelling tests while Ricky went to the bedroom. When she was done, she found her husband sitting on their bed in his boxers watching a spanking video on his laptop. Of course, that meant she would get a bedtime spanking - which she did.
"Have you thought about what you want for your birthday?" she asked afterward as she relaxed under the sheets feeling a glow in her bottom and the afterglow of the excellent lovemaking that always followed the spankings.
"I'm thinking about it."
That was the answer she got every time she asked in the weeks that followed. May turned to June, and she still got no answer. Then one Saturday afternoon, Ricky called her from the golf course and asked her to write down an address.
"What is this?"
"My birthday present."
"Okay, I'll pick it up."
The address was a storefront on a street of mostly abandoned buildings in an older section of the city. The only marking was 'Blue Nights Productions' in small stenciled letters on the heavily tinted glass of the door. A string of little iron bells clattered when she went in.
The lobby, which was unoccupied, was small and held only a receptionist's desk and chair, a side chair, and an artificial tree.
"Hello?"
"Hi!"
A pretty young woman with long, dark hair emerged from a hallway.
"You must be Mrs. Peters."
"Yes. I'm here to pick up a birthday present for my husband."
The woman, who wore neat jeans and a white tee, seemed momentarily perplexed. Then she smiled broadly and sat behind the desk.
"The present is not quite ready. I'm Millie. Have a seat and we'll take care of the paperwork, Mrs. Peters."
Claudia sat and the woman picked up a phone receiver, said a few words, then pecked at a keyboard. She printed out a sheet of paper.
"Your total is on the bottom, Mrs. Peters."
Claudia frowned. It was a little high.
"Do you take plastic?"
"Sure."
She fished in her bag, found her billfold and took out her Visa.
"Hi, there!"
Claudia looked up to see a man coming out of the hallway.
"Hello."
The man wore dark slacks and a black tee. Something about the thick chestnut-colored hair brushed straight back and the muscular arms was familiar. He shook her hand warmly.
"I'm Chad. Thank you for choosing Blue Knight Productions, Mrs. Peters."
Then the recognition came full force.
"Oh, my God!" Claudia said. "You - you're the man in the movies!"
He smiled.
"I am."
She stared at him - then at the young woman.
"You mean, I'm buying Ricky some of those ... those movies?"
"We refer to them as spanking videos, Mrs. Peters. And yes, your husband ordered one."
A flush of warmth rose on her cheeks. Spanking was something neither she nor Ricky had ever discussed with anyone. She looked at the receipt.
"That's awfully expensive for one video."
"That's because it hasn't been made yet, Mrs. Peters," the girl, Millie, said.
"That's why you're here, Mrs. Peters," Chad added. You're going to be the star."
Claudia sat speechless, looking alternately at the man and the girl.
"Didn't your husband tell you, Mrs. Peters?" Millie said.
Claudia shook her head.
"No, I mean - no."
Chad laughed.
"I guess this present ends up being a surprise for someone!"
"I - I don't know. I mean - I -"
"I can refund your money if you like, Mrs. Peters," Millie said. "Your husband will be disappointed, though. He called several times with instructions. He was really excited."
Chad grasped her lightly by the arm and said, "While you're thinking it over, come look at the studio, Mrs. Peters."
Before she could object, Claudia was ushered down the hall by the couple and into a dim room lit only by a couple of small bulbs on the high ceiling. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. The room was large. Painted canvas flats and an assortment of furnishings were shoved to one wall.
"This is where you make your videos?"
"We do a few on location, but most of them you've seen are done right here," Millie replied.
"Custom productions is the fastest growing segment of our business, Mrs. Peters," Chad said. "You'd be surprised how many individuals and couples want to have spankings and videos professionally done."
He led her to the center of the room.
"Can we have some light, Millie?"
Claudia found herself bathed in a pool of cool white light. She looked up and saw a long, phallic microphone pointed down from a metal boom overhead.
"That's intimidating."
"Everybody says that," Chad laughed.
Figures moving in the shadows beyond the light caught Claudia's eye.
"That's Mike and Foster - our camera operators," Chad continued. "Reggie is at the console behind the big window over there. We can't see him, but he can see us."
A large rectangle of blue flickered and Claudia saw the image of herself and Chad gradually emerge on a large screen in the darkness.
"Oh, my!"
"Our clients like to watch as we go. We're rolling, Mrs. Peters."
"Oh, no. I haven't said yes. I mean, what if somebody got hold of this?"
"No chance," Chad said. "Privacy is our stock in trade. The customer gets the only finished copy and the master is destroyed."
Claudia bit at her lip.
"I just don't know."
"Your husband was so excited every time he called," Millie said from the darkness.
"You can say stop anytime you want, Mrs. Peters," Chad said.
Claudia sighed deeply.
"Okay - I guess. Maybe we can do just a little."
"Excellent." Chad stepped away from the light. "May we call you Claudia?"
"Sure."
"Tell us why you've come to Blue Knight Productions today, Claudia."
"Well, my husband really likes the videos you make. I told him he could choose his birthday present from me. I guess this is what he wants."
"Beats a necktie anytime," Chad laughed from the shadows.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw on screen that the cameras were scanning her slender figure, dressed in faded Capris, a soft gray sweater, and sandals.
"Have you seen our videos, too, Claudia?"
She lowered her head and murmured, "Sometimes we watch them together."
"I see. Do you and your husband engage in spanking, Claudia?"
The warm glow returned to her cheeks. She saw a close-up of her face on the screen. The blush was clearly visible.
"Yes. We do."
"Can you speak up so the microphone can catch what you say, please, Claudia."
"Yes. Yes, we do."
"Both of you enjoy it?"
"Well, Ricky suggested it before we were even married. I wanted to please him, so I agreed."
"And?"
"I - I discovered I liked it, too. He was really patient with me."
"It turned you on?"
The flush grew hotter.
"Yes, I guess you can say that. It enhances our lovemaking."
"Your husband spanks you with his hand?"
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"We have a hairbrush. He got me a little paddle with a heart carved into it for my last birthday."
"That's charming, Claudia. Anything you'd like to tell Ricky?"
She could see one of the cameras in front of her, pointed at her face. She cleared her throat nervously.
"Yes. Ricky, I guess this is what you wanted. I hope you like it. I love you - and happy birthday."
"That was very sweet, Claudia." Chad came back into the circle of light. "Let's have a look."
He grasped her shoulders lightly and turned her. Her denim-clad bottom filled the screen.
"Push it out a little Claudia."
"What? Um - okay."
"A little more, Claudia."
She complied, stooping slightly and feeling almost glad the attention of the cameras was on her bottom because she knew from the heat her face was beet red. She squeaked when she felt his hand.
"It's okay Claudia."
The hand roved lightly over the curves of her bottom.
"Very good, Claudia. Excellent! You could easily be a spanking model." A tone of genuine admiration was in his voice.
"Thanks - I guess."
His hand began kneading her, first one cheek then the other. He squeezed the left one and she made a little whimpering noise. The image on the screen faded to a close-up of her face. Her eyes were wide and mouth open - an expression of surprise at having a stranger's hands on her. He squeezed each cheek and lifted them.
"Very firm, Claudia. You keep yourself in shape."
"I try."
The first spank was nothing - just a playful little swat. The second was only slightly harder. She watched Chad's hand rise and fall across the tightly-stretched fabric that filled the screen. The intensity of the swats increased in a gradual crescendo.
"Mmmph."
She whimpered when the first hint of a burn penetrated the denim and into her skin.
"Ooh!"
At some point, Claudia realized she was no longer being examined, but was in the first stages of a spanking. The dull noise of the swats reverberated in the studio and the image on the screen alternated between showing the expression of surprise on her face and Chad's hand striking her bottom. His rhythm didn't vary, but the swats grew steadily harder.
"Oh!"
She was feeling the full, familiar sensation of being spanked.
"Ohhh!"
She instinctively rose upright when the burn edged into pain. Chad put a hand between her shoulders and pushed her down again gently.
"Stay in position, Claudia. Push it out."
She bent and grasped her legs above the knees.
"That's it."
She determined that she would not make a fuss on camera, so she struggled to keep her stance as the spanking grew harder. She watched the screen alternate between the grimace on her face and the spanking on her bottom. The cadence of the spanking did not waver, but at some point, Claudia realized the strokes were coming harder than any she ever received from Ricky.
"Oh, my!
Despite her efforts to stay still, her bottom undulated in a reflexive but vain attempt to shake away the growing sting.
The room was silent except for the strokes from Chad's hand, her own involuntary mutters, and the shuffling about of the men with large cameras on their shoulders. Awareness settled in that she was getting a long, thorough spanking at the hands of an expert. She thought of Ricky sitting cross-legged on their bed with his laptop, the bulge in his boxers enlarged by the salacious sight of his wife being spanked by another man. She connected. She pushed her bottom out to take the swats and allowed herself to slip into that peculiar arousal that spankings brought. The throbbing in her bottom and the metronome steadiness of the swats became almost - entrancing.
Then it stopped.
"That wasn't too bad, was it, Claudia?"
She stood, feeling the ache in her back of being bent so long. She rubbed her hands against her bottom.
"Well, it was actually pretty intense. You're very ... good," she said.
Chad laughed. "I'm very experienced. Let's slip the jeans down, Claudia."
The men with cameras were standing close enough she could make out their features. They were young.
"Oh, I don't know. I think that's enough."
"Okay. But your husband will be disappointed. He was very insistent on seeing you with your pants down, Claudia," Millie said from the shadows.
Of course he would be. Claudia chewed at her bottom lip for a moment.
"Well - all right. I don't want to disappoint him on his birthday. Just a little."
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