"It's time for one, I think. You know that?" His voice was quiet.
"When you get back. A birthday spanking. Twenty-nine spanks for you," he said and I could hear him smiling.
"And one to grow on," I quipped without thinking.
"No, I didn't mean that...I don't need more than..."
"Yes, one to grow on, Kitten. I like that idea. Thank you for that," he teased. He knows how often I speak without thinking. He loves that I get myself in the good kind of trouble with him.
"You're welcome," I mumbled. Me and my big mouth.
"We'll go out to that party on Saturday night and you'll be there next to me, the perfect little girlfriend. You'll be the sweet girl that everyone thinks they know. But no one there will know that you're going to get spanked hard the next day, and that you'll love every minute of it."
I squirmed again. He kept spinning his fantasy of spanking me hard and marking me with his belt for my birthday. He told me that he planned to remind of my spanking during the party on Saturday, that he would put his hand on the back of my neck and let me know that he owns me. He reveled in my double life, in the difference between my real life identity and my submissive identity. He loved that only he could see both sides of me.
"You know that I own you, Kitten. But Sunday...Sunday you'll really feel it."