Birthday Suit, Part Two

Maggie's Turn

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(Here's where our story began: http://auntcarlascorner.blogspot.com/2013/08/birthday-suit.html)

It had been two months since Carla's history-making 30th birthday party, at which she had appeared in her birthday suit and received a spanking - and other things - from each guest. Her partner Maggie was the next birthday girl in this very special circle of friends.

It was a very cold February night in the Colorado mountains, and the wood-burning stove and furnace were both hard at work warming their suburban home. At the moment, Carla was finishing up the cooking. As a special birthday gift to Maggie, she was wearing nothing but her apron. Maggie sat cross-legged on a chair in the next room, watching happily.

"Mmm...I could watch this all night," she purred contentedly, her eyes glued to her lover's shapely bare posterior.

"Well, you can't," Carla replied. "A certain beautiful lady I know needs to go upstairs and put her birthday suit on."

"Aww, can't I watch a little longer? I've got twenty minutes!"

"Twenty minutes until our guests arrive, you mean. You need to go get ready."

"Ten more minutes. I am the birthday girl."

"Yeah, the birthday girl who's gonna feel this wooden spoon on her bare butt if she doesn't scoot right now."

"Five more minutes."

Carla strode toward her, brandishing the spoon. Maggie squealed and hopped up, trying to make it to the stairs, but Carla moved quickly, cutting her off and tossing her over her knee. She sat on the steps and yanked down Maggie's sweatpants and panties together in a well-practiced maneuver.

"No, stop! I already got my birthday spanking from you!"

"This is not your birthday spanking!" Carla grinned at her lover's bare backside, still slightly pink from the hearty celebratory spanking she'd given her earlier. "This is your 'don't-piss-off-the-cook' spanking!" She brought the wooden implement down hard, and it made a satisfying thwack on Maggie's butt. The girl squawked and kicked at the sting as the spoon made contact with her bottom ten more times.

"OW! You meanie!" Maggie pouted.

"Oh, yes, I'm such a meanie," Carla said with a smile. "You were determined to have a red butt when your guests arrived, weren't you?"

"Well...duh!" Maggie laughed. "I wouldn't wanna show up all lily-white like you did!"

Carla put the spoon aside and used her hand.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"OWWW!!!"
"There, you've got your wish, sweet brat," Carla said, rubbing Maggie's hot pink tail affectionately. Maggie turned around and sat up, throwing her arms around Carla's neck and kissing her deeply. Carla responded in kind, and for a minute their tongues explored each other's mouths. When the heat between them began to rise, Carla pulled back.

"We don't have time, baby."

"I know, just one more kiss."

"God, you're such a child on your birthday!"

Maggie giggled. Theirs was a classic "switch" relationship. Neither of them stayed on top for long, which was just as they liked it. On their respective birthdays each woman entertained her inner child with relish.

"You know you love it," Maggie said, sinking her tongue into Carla's mouth once more. Only when Carla began to groan with pleasure did the birthday girl pull back suddenly and stand up. "OK, gotta go now," she said mischievously, and darted up the stairs.

"Oh, you are SO gonna get it!" Carla called after her with a smile. She went back to finish the cooking and the last-minute party preparations.

Upstairs, Maggie stood in front of the full-length mirror, removing layers of clothing. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on the bed, then did the same with her pants. Standing in just her underwear, she regarded her body, and mostly liked what she saw.

At 5'7", she was an inch taller than Carla and, while Carla wore her brunette hair down to her shoulders, Maggie's reddish-blonde locks were cropped in a short boy-cut. She wore matching topaz stud earrings and a silver pentagram around her neck. She was proud of the tattoo she had in the small of her back: an artistically rendered picture of the Goddess Gaia. Her size-36 breasts tumbled out as she unclasped her bra, and when she stepped out of her panties, there appeared proof-positive that she was a natural redhead.

Carla had given her a French tip manicure and pedicure as part of her birthday present. On her right ankle she sported a silver anklet, and she had rings on three toes of her right foot and two of her left. Her jewelry was all she'd be wearing tonight.

This was Maggie's second time as the guest of honor at these special birthday parties held among a small circle of girlfriends. Something of an exhibitionist, she felt a wonderful thrill in the pit of her stomach at the thought of being stark naked in a house full of fully-clothed ladies. She smiled at that thrill, knowing it would last all evening.

At that moment, Carla came through the door. "I see you've got your birthday suit on...good girl!" She kissed Maggie on her forehead and entered their walk-in closet. She chose the black Georgette corset dress Maggie had given her for her 30th birthday-the Magster's favorite. She pulled off the apron she was wearing, and for a moment, both women were naked.

"Baby?" Maggie purred.

"Yes, my love?"

"No shoes tonight, right?"

"Arggh!" Carla exclaimed. "I swear, these women are gonna think I don't own shoes!"

"No they won't." She giggled. "They're gonna think you're married to a foot fetishist!"

Contrary to popular opinion, foot fetishism was not a male-only interest, and Maggie was living proof. Indeed, she would have kept Carla perpetually barefoot if she could.

"OK, for you, and for your birthday. But you owe me."

"And I'll pay you later tonight."

"You certainly will." Carla smiled as she pulled on a pair of thong panties, then the dress, which was designed to work just fine without a bra. She had a beautiful, matching pair of black high heels that she went without in deference to Maggie's birthday wish.

"So, how do I look?" Carla asked, spinning around in the beautiful short black dress.

"Mmm...Gorgeous. Good enough to eat!"

"Later, my darling," Carla replied, blushing slightly. "And by the way, you look positively ravishing in your birthday suit."

"Thank you, m'lady!" Maggie said with a short curtsy. Then she looked at her reflection and pushed on her tummy. "Too bad I couldn't get rid of more of this in time."

"Nonsense! You're my Renaissance woman, and I wouldn't want you any other way."

They embraced and kissed again, and both felt a little wet as Maggie's naked body pushed against the bodice Carla wore. "I love you," Carla said.

"I love you too!" Maggie turned around to show off her bare butt. "Is it still pink?"

"Well, it's pink. But you did say you wanted a red bottom when your guests arrived, right?"

"No, really, it's sore enough alre..."

"I believe that's my prerogative, not yours."

"No!!"

Carla sat on the bed and guided the naked woman over her lap for her third - but by no means last - spanking of the day.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her open palm landed repeatedly on the birthday girl's already-tender bottom.

"OWW!! I didn't mean...OW! I wanted...OOOHH...m-MORE! OWW!!"

Carla ignored the bucking woman on her lap and switched to her upper thighs, eliciting a satisfyingly shrill response.

"AHHH!! OWWWWW!!!!!!"

"I believe (SWAT) you said (SWAT) you didn't want to (SWAT!) show up (SWAT) 'all lily white' (SWAT! SWAT!) like me! (SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!)

Maggie scissored her bare feet in the air with gusto as the heat in her backside grew. Her fists started pounding the carpet as the spanking went on.

"OWWW!!! Baby, PLEASE!!" she cried. "I'm...OWW!! SO...AHH..SORE!!!"

Carla chuckled and slowed her pace, then stopped. "I hereby declare this bottom sufficiently reddened for our guests," she announced. "It would be selfish of me not to leave a little skin on it for them to work on," she mused, finishing the spanking with a stunningly hard clap to the center of each cheek.

"Oww...Owwww!!" Maggie hung limply over her lover's lap, her eyes tearing slightly. Maggie was a crier. Unlike Carla, she always cried real tears once the serious sting of a spanking started to set in. Carla thought there was nothing more beautiful than that tear-stained face, especially when it was smiling as it was at present.

"You took that very well, love; I'm proud of you," she said in her best English accent, slipping into her English governess persona. "Off you go, now; take a look in the mirror."

"Oh, Miss, do I have to?" Maggie replied, taking her cue from Carla and becoming the English schoolgirl.

"Yes, indeed you do. You must get a good look at the red bottom you shall be displaying for your guests this evening."

Maggie groaned as she got up and was led by the hand to the mirror She turned around and exclaimed, "Oh my God!!"

"Heh heh. A lovely sight, isn't it?"

"But Miss, it's so red!"

"Indeed it is, and my favorite shade at that. Now, I believe a little birthday corner time is in order, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh Miss, please don't make me! I don't want corner time on my birthday!"

"Nonsense, girl," Carla replied briskly, still in character. "Off to the corner you go while I put my jewelry on."

"But Miss..."

"You would be well advised, young lady, to behave on this of all days. It would be a shame if you were denied a bit of your own birthday cake because of disobedience."

"Yes, Miss, I'll be good." The naked, rosy-bottomed woman put her nose in the corner and her hands on her head as required.

"That's my good girl."

Carla stood before the mirror and put on her earrings and necklace. The black dress was extra short, and its corset style pushed her ample breasts up and out delightfully. She looked and felt incredibly sexy. "OK, baby, let's go party," she said, breaking character. Maggie came out of the corner with a broad smile on her lovely face.

They walked downstairs, Carla leading the way in her short black dress and bare feet, Maggie behind her in magnificent nakedness as the doorbell rang.



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