Amanda's Birthday

Chapter Eighteen: Amanda’s Birthday

I was lying in bed wide awake. I looked at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was three am. I was miserable and full of self-loathing. How could I have been turned on by seeing old Mr. Bronson spanking Amanda? Sure, I had been excited by seeing Carolyn Collins getting spanked; but she wasn’t my girlfriend. With Amanda it should have been different. I cared about her very much and yet when I saw her sexy butt being swatted by old Mr. Bronson, my tool got stiff as a steel rod. I couldn’t blame her for being mad at me. I was mad at myself. Even now I felt a twinge of excitement, when I thought about what happened in the store room. Although I had vowed to try and be a better person for Amanda’s sake, it wasn’t working out. When push came to shove, I was still the same old Bill Bradley.

To take my mind off these thoughts, I decided to try to figure how I might win back Amanda’s affection. Then I remembered that Amanda’s birthday was coming up on Sunday. I determined to get the nicest, most romantic, birthday card I could find. Then I would buy a very expensive gift for her. I had several hundred dollars stashed away in my room. Dad always paid me very well when I worked part time for him at his security firm, Pro Tec.

Saturday morning I got mom to drive me to the mall. I found a beautiful card at the Hallmark gift shop. Then I went over to Zales and bought a small diamond pendant necklace. All afternoon I went over the things I was going to say to Amanda. I would beg for her forgiveness. I had it all planned. Early Sunday afternoon I would walk all the way over to her house and surprise her with the card and gift.

According to plan, Sunday afternoon I set out for Amanda’s house. Mom offered to drive me, but I wanted to prove to Amanda how much I cared by walking the four miles to her house. I thought that would make a good impression.

As I approached Amanda’s house, I saw a huge red Mack truck taking up most of the driveway. I remembered that Amanda’s dad was an independent trucker and obviously he was home this weekend. My heart sank a little. Even though it had been years ago, I still shuddered every time I thought about my bad experience with Teresa’s father. From that time on, I tried to avoid girls’ fathers. Early on I discovered that while it might be OK for them to take down their daughter’s panties and give them a bare bottom spanking; they didn’t take too kindly to the likes of me trying the same thing. I almost decided to go back home and try to make up with Amanda at school on Monday. But after coming all this way, I determined to see my plan through.

I steeled my nerves, went up to the front door and knocked. It took a while, but finally Amanda’s older stepsister Cindy answered the door. When she saw me she said, “Hello Sport.” Then she glanced toward the street and asked, “Where’s your chauffer, with the silver Lexus?”

I said, “My mom didn’t drive me over this time. I walked.”

Cindy said, “Well fancy that! I wonder what prompted you to walk all this way. Could it be you wanted to prove your devotion to my little stepsister? I know you two must have had some kind of falling out. Not that Amanda confided in me. I just put two and two together from hearing her crying in her room for the past two nights.”

I figured what went on between Amanda and I was none of Cindy’s business. So I said, “I came over to bring Amanda a birthday gift.”

Cindy said sarcastically, “Well ain’t that sweet. But I’m afraid you came all this way for nothing. Mom and Amanda’s dad took her out to a movie for her birthday and then they’re supposed to go to dinner.”

I didn’t bother with a reply. I just turned to walk away when Cindy said, “Wait a minute Sport. Don’t go. Come on in and keep me company for a while.”

A warning bell started going off inside my head. After my last experience with Cindy, I didn’t think it would be a good idea for me to spend any time alone with her. I had noticed that she was looking unusually nice today. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts that molded to her big round bottom very attractively and her equally tight blouse emphasized her unusually large breasts. She was wearing makeup and a very nice smelling perfume. In fact, it appeared that she was dressed to go out. I considered just going on home, but then I thought it would be nice to sit down and rest for a while before I started back. I turned around and followed Cindy into the house.

When we got inside, she said indicating the couch, “Well sit down and take a load off.”

I sat down on the couch and Cindy sat down beside me. Then she said, “Well it looks like we’re in the same boat. Brad Stevens was supposed to pick me up and then the shit called up five minutes ago and says he’s sick. That’s a likely story. Even a dim-wit like him should be able to make up something better than that. I guess that’s the story of my life. Cindy; love her and leave her. But hey, don’t pay any attention to me. I guess I’m just a little blue and feeling sorry for myself. I feel like a beer. You want a beer Sport?”

I said, “I’d prefer a Pepsi if you’ve have any.” Then I said, “My name’s Bill. Don’t worry about wearing it out.”

Cindy said, “My aren’t we the sensitive one. But you know, I kind of like that in a man. OK. Bill it is. Well Bill, sit tight and I’ll be back with refreshments. We just might have our own little party.”

That warning bell started going off again and I chose to ignore it. As I watched Cindy walk out to the kitchen, I noted how her big plump butt moved under the tight seat of her shorts. I started imagining what it must look like and more importantly what it would be like to spank.

In a few moments Cindy returned with our drinks and sat down again. Then she noticed the little box containing Amanda’s birthday gift that I had placed on the coffee table. Cindy picked it up and said, “Well what have we here?” She slipped off the ribbon saying, “I’ll just take a little peek.”

Cindy opened the box, took out the necklace and held it up. The sunlight coming in at the window flashed off the little diamond pendant. Cindy let out a low whistle and said appreciatively, “Jesus H. Christ this is the real thing! It’s not some K Mart junk. I’ve really been underestimating my little stepsister. She must give one hell of a blow job to rate something like this. I’ll have to ask her for some pointers.”

This really got me pissed. I grabbed the necklace from Cindy’s hand and put it back in the box. I got up from the couch and headed for the door. Cindy said contritely, “Wait a minute Bill. Don’t go. I’m sorry. Come on back and finish your Pepsi.”

I don’t know what came over me then, but I felt my tool begin to tingle in anticipation as I turned to Cindy and said, “Look I’m fed up with you. You need an attitude adjustment. It’s going to take more than just saying you’re sorry to convince me of your remorse. You need something I suspect you haven’t had for a long time. You need a good spanking.”

The sudden look of respect that came over Cindy’s face told me that I was taking the right approach. She was obviously the type of female who needed an authoritarian figure. She seemed a little flustered and she said, “I know you don’t really mean that.”

I said, “Yes I mean it! I walked back into the room and laid Amanda’s gift on the table.

Cindy took a long drink from her beer and said, “Look I’m sorry, OK. I wouldn’t ever let Amanda know this, but I’m kind of jealous. That’s all. I didn’t mean what I said. It was just for spite.”

I said, “That proves my point. That kind of pettiness is kid’s stuff and since you’ve been acting like a kid, it seems that what I have in mind is just what you need.”

Cindy said, “Let’s go into my room and talk things over. Maybe there’s something else I can do to make amends.”

Cindy got up from the couch and
walked out of the living room. I followed her. When we were in her room Cindy asked, “You’re not serious about
spanking me are you Bill?”

As I glanced around the room, I noticed a pair of slippers lying beside the dresser and I knew exactly what I was going to do. I said, “Of course I’m serious and I’m in no mood for playing games with you. Get your shorts and panties off now! I’m going to give you the bare ass spanking you deserve.”

Cindy said defiantly, “If you want them off, you’ll have to take them off me and I don’t think you can!”

I didn’t say anything in reply to Cindy’s taunt. Although she was a big girl, I knew I could easily overpower her and she probably knew it too. I’m sure she was just testing me to make things more interesting. I quickly stepped around her and scooped up one of the slippers from beside the dresser. It had a wide leather sole and appeared to be well worn. I flicked my wrist and was pleased to find the slipper was very flexible. When Cindy saw what I was doing, she made a lunge for the door. I caught her around the waist, spun her around and pushed her face down across the bed. She landed with her big plump bottom across the edge of the bed and in the next instant I brought the slipper crashing down into her big butt. It made a loud THAWCK as it connected. I followed up with another half dozen well-aimed swats. Each time the slipper connected with Cindy’s butt, the same loud THAWCK reverberated around the room.

Cindy cried out, “That’s enough! Stop you’re really hurting me!” And then she started to sob.

Cindy wasn’t a very good actress. I could easily tell that her sobbing was about ninety percent fake. But I went along with her game. I said, “OK, I’ll take it easy on you. But you better do what I said and be quick about it.”

Cindy raised her big bottom up off the bed, brought her hands around behind her back and began working her shorts and panties down over her generously curved hips. I felt my tool begin to throb in anticipation at the sight of Cindy’s large firm bottom cheeks. They were already a little red form the first few swats I had given her, but I knew there was a long way to go before her butt would be thoroughly dealt with.

Cindy looked back at me and said, “Please Bill, take it easy now.”

I didn’t reply. I laid the slipper on the bed and grasped Cindy’s partially lowered shorts and panties, sliding them on down her thighs. Then I took up the slipper and began to put it to good use alternating swats from one of Cindy’s amply mounded bottom cheeks to the other; in another minute or so she was crying out and frantically wiggling her butt as I continued spanking it. Then Cindy tried to get up off the bed. I pushed her back down and delivered another half dozen hard swats right to the center of her big butt.

When I finished spanking her, Cindy rolled over onto her back and her pussy came into view. It was covered with a lush triangle of dark red hair and I felt myself become even harder at the sight of it. Cindy pushed herself further back onto the bed. She finished slipping off her shorts and panties. Then she raised her legs spreading them wide as she said, “Come on Bill eat my pussy. I know that’s what you really want.”

I realized that Cindy was taking control of the situation, but I couldn’t resist the invitation. I dropped the slipper and bent down over her. In a moment my tongue was sliding into Cindy’s pussy. It was already very wet and her clitoris was already erect and throbbing. I began to swirl my tongue all around and over Cindy’s swollen clit. Then I started to gently suck her there as my tongue continued teasing her. Cindy began to make soft moaning sounds and thrust her pussy toward me. Within a few moments her breath was coming in shallow gasps as I continued to stimulate her dripping pussy.

When I stopped and rose up Cindy cried out, “Oh God please don’t stop now!”

I had no intention of disappointing her, but there were other areas I wanted to explore. I quickly climbed onto the bed and unbuttoned Cindy’s blouse. I pushed her bra up, freeing her large full breasts form its confines. Cindy’s nipples were large and dark pink. They were also fully erect. I cupped her big creamy white breasts in my hands and the substantial weight of them was very satisfying to me. As I began to suck on her nipples, Cindy began to moan and pulled me down closer to her.

As I continued to feast on Cindy’s delectable nipples, I felt her hands working at unfastening my belt. In a few moments she had my jeans unfastened and was seeking out my stiffened rod. Presently Cindy had my tool out and was running her hand up and down the length of it. I moved forward kneeling over Cindy to bring my rock hard tool down to her face. Cindy began to run her tongue over it and then took it into her mouth and began to suck. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold off for long. However, Cindy was an expert and she stopped just in time saying, “Not like this Bill. I want something out of this too.”

I moved back down between Cindy’s legs and pushed my jeans and under shorts down. I grasped Cindy’s legs spreading them apart and pushing them back toward her chest. Cindy brought one of her hands down and guided my hard shaft into her hungry pussy. In the next instant I was pile driving into her. Cindy began to let out little cries of pleasure as I continued to ram the full length of my tool into her dripping pussy. On each inward thrust her large breasts were bouncing upward. In the next few moments I shot a load of hot cum into Cindy’s pussy and she came at almost the same instant. I released Cindy’s legs, lowered myself down onto her and began sucking her hard nipples again. Cindy continued to moan in ecstasy as I felt myself still throbbing inside her. I finally rolled off her and my slightly deflated tool slipped out of Cindy’s pussy.

As we lay together on the bed, I began to realize what the consequences of this encounter could be. As the big head began to take control from the little head, I started to think about Amanda again. I had come over to make up with her and now I had fucked her stepsister. Cindy must have noted the look of concern that crossed my face, but she misunderstood it. She said, “Don’t worry, I won’t be telling you that there’s a little bundle of joy on the way in a few weeks from now. I’ve been on the pill for a long time.”

I said, “It’s not that. I was just thinking about Amanda.” The instant I said this, I knew it was a big mistake.

Cindy rose up on one elbow and looked down at me. She said angrily, “God damn it Bill! I just let you spank my ass; I sucked your cock and let you fuck me! Then you have the nerve to tell me you’re thinking about Amanda. Use some common sense and forget about her. You may not know it; but Amanda is not the girl for you. I knew that the first time I saw you. You know those TV ads were they tell you “Don’t try this at home.” Well if you tried to ram that salami of yours into Amanda’s little pussy like you did mine just now; you’d probably pop more than her cherry. I expect there would be some permanent damage done. Face it Bill, Amanda’s not in your league and I am.”

I thought that Cindy might just be right, but I didn’t want to give up on my relationship with Amanda. I said, “Look Cindy, what happened just now was unintentional. You have to believe that. I still care about Amanda a lot. It’s not that I don’t like you too. I think you’re very sexy. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you. I know you liked the necklace. I’ll give it to you and get something else for Amanda.”

Without warning, Cindy slapped me across the face and jumped up off the bed. Then she screamed, “You lousy bastard! God damn you to hell! Do you think I’m some whore you can pay off for her favors and then forget?” Then Cindy started to cry as she picked her clothes up from the floor.

I got up from the bed and pulled my under shorts and jeans back up. I said, “I’m sorry Cindy. I didn’t mean it like that at all. I swear. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

Ci
ndy said, “If you want to do something nice for me, get the hell out of here. I don’
t ever want to see you again and by the time I’m through telling her what just happened; neither will Amanda!”

I knew I had screwed things up royally. I felt very sorry. I truly didn’t mean to hurt Cindy’s feelings. I felt terrible, because I knew her crying wasn’t faked this time. I figured at this point there was nothing I could do to make things better. I decided to leave. I hoped that after Cindy cooled down, she might not go through with her threat to tell Amanda about what had happened. Although I supposed that possibility was very slim.

When I was outside and half way down the walk, I heard the front door open. I turned around and saw Cindy standing in the doorway. She had the little gift box containing the necklace in her hand. She threw it at me and slammed the door. Cindy’s aim was good; the box hit me right between the eyes and bounced onto the ground. I picked it up and started the long walk back home.

The next morning at school I was waiting for Amanda by the door of the home room. I saw her approaching. As she came up, she started to push past me, but I caught her by the arm and pulled her aside. I held out the envelope containing her birthday card and said, “Please Amanda, let me explain. I’m so sorry about everything. I’ll make it up to you. Please give me another chance.”

Amanda took the envelope, ripped it into several pieces and threw them into my face. Then she said, “I guess I was right in the first place. I’m not the right kind of girl for you Bill. Take my advice and try to make up with Cindy. She’s more your type.” As Amanda turned away, I could see tears coming into her eyes. I just stood there as Amanda walked away. I thought about kicking myself in the ass; but I settled for banging my head against the wall a few times.