I didn't lose my virginity. I joyfully gave it to Mike... Birdie

When I turned 18, I felt inexperienced because I was a senior in high school and still a virgin. I had a boyfriend, Mike. We kissed and petted but that was it. So I bought a small box of rubbers to put in my purse so I could surprise him sometime soon. The following night was a Friday and we had a date to go out for dinner to celebrate my birthday. I wore a dress with sexy lingerie for the occasion. Now being of age, we each had a cocktail with dinner which made me quite tipsy.

After dinner, since his parents were away for the weekend, we went to his house. As we were entering the dark house, the lights were snapped on as a group of our friends yelled "SURPRISE." Later, after champagne, cake, ice cream, and more drinks, a friend announced "time for her birthday spanking" as a kitchen chair was brought into the living room. Being a good sport about it and quite tipsy, I leaned over the back of the chair and gripped the seat as a line formed behind me.

We were soon all laughing and enjoying my spanking - including me. I was feeling quite aroused and didn't mind at all when, after a short time, my dress was lifted way up and my panties were pulled way down. I had never felt so aroused and horny as I did when my exposed bottom was being admired, pinched, rubbed and slapped by our friends.

As soon as my birthday spanking ended, I grabbed my purse and yanked Mike upstairs to his bedroom. I took the rubbers from my purse and gave them to him as I quickly undressed. We then joyfully and unhurriedly disposed of my virginity before returning back to the party. After that evening, me being spanked and oral stimulation became our favorite foreplay activities.

The rest of my senior year, the prom and the following summer were such fun parts of my life with so many happy erotic memories. When Mike left for college in the fall, I was quite sad, lonely and depressed.

Unfortunately, I took my frustrations out on my poor mom with a bad attitude and sassy remarks. I refused to show remorse and foolishly pretended that her paddling didn't hurt, so she sent me nextdoor to Uncle Phil's (who wasn't really my uncle) for some well deserved old-fashioned discipline. But that's another story. Lol.
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