On his 22nd birthday, Eric woke up alone in his bed, which was strange - Ariel basically never left his side. Even after a year of marriage, they couldn't get enough of each other.
"Ariel?" He asked, looking around the room looking for her. He sat up, just when the door opened. It was Ariel, carrying a tray of pancakes with maple syrup and butter on top, with a glass of orange juice on the side.
"Happy birthday, my prince." She smiled as she placed the tray on Eric's lap and Eric couldn't help but smiled back.
"Breakfast in bed? My God, you're the best." He leaned forward, puckering his lips and Ariel quickly pecked them.
"You better like it 'cause I made it myself." She winked and sat down beside her husband.
"You made this?" Asked Eric, his voice full of emotions. "With your own two little hands? Come here, you. Let me hug you to pieces." He gently put the tray down next to him and Ariel snuggled into his embrace. He stroked her hair before pulling away, looking a bit guilty. "I didn't bring you breakfast in bed on your birthday. In fact, the first thing I did was spank you." He giggled, embarrassed.
"Which I asked for myself, thank you very much." Ariel rolled her eyes, making Eric chuckle.
"Yeah, but still." His dimples deepened as he smiled. "I should have given you more than just a spanking."
Ariel sighed.
"Eric. You took me on a boat ride, you bought me jewellery and we spent the night having, well, all kinds of fun." She winked at him and he blushed.
"True." Eric agreed. "Still, maybe I shouldn't have spanked you-"
"Eric, your breakfast is gonna get cold, so you better start eating before I give you a birthday spanking myself." She was kidding, but was surprised when Eric's eyes began to twinkle.
"Really?" His voice was playful and husky. "Then I'm gonna eat this very... very slowly." He winked, still not touching his food and now it was Ariel's turn to blush.
"Wait, you... actually want me to?" She asked, still shocked. Eric bit into one of the pancakes.
"Maybe." His voice trailed down and he once again blushed. "I mean, it's only fair..."
"Hmm." Said Ariel, looking at him with a playful smile. "Well, if you really want me to, who am I to hold you back from new experiences? You're also talking with your mouth full, which is impolite, another very good reason to spank you." She winked, making Eric nearly choke on his pancakes.
"My apologies." He said with fake guilt once he could speak again. "I'm being a naughty boy, aren't I?"
Ariel burst out laughing.
"Maybe a little, you're not very good at it though. If your worst vice is talking with your mouth full, you're not actually very deserving of a spanking."
"How about this?" Before Ariel could blink, Eric took a pancake and smushed it into her face, getting maple syrup into her hair.
"Eric!" She pushed him away with fits of giggles. "My hair! Do you know how hard it is to get maple syrup out of hair?"
"I don't." Eric replied, chuckling himself and continuing to talk with his mouth full. "Never had to deal with it."
"Well, it's hard!" She informed him. "You are unbelievable." She sent him a playful glare before running into the bathroom, desperately trying to get the maple syrup out of her hair, but she failed. Slightly frustrated, she want back to the bedroom to scold her husband but was met with quite a sight and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Eric somehow devoured his entire breakfast and was now lying on his stomach on the bed, his pajama pants at his knees revealing his underwear.
"I'm ready." He sing-songed, chuckling along with Ariel.
"Okay, no." Ariel shook her head. "Pull your pants back up. You've spanked me over my gown, it's only fair that you keep your pants on."
"But I won't feel anything then!" Eric pouted, shaking his bum and Ariel couldn't help but laughed again.
"Oh, trust me, I'll make sure you feel it." She rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her hands together, walking up to him like a monster; Eric sighed and pulled his pants back up.
"You're no fun." He complained but couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
"Alright." Ariel sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on, birthday boy. Over my knee."
"Wait, really?" Eric blushed. "Can't I just stay lying on my stomach? I wouldn't want to crush you."
Ariel rolled her eyes playfully.
"Excuses, excuses." She sighed. "You're afraid, aren't you? Of being in such a vulnerable position." Her voice was empathetic and Eric sighed.
"Maybe." He replied, but a small smile played on his lips.
"Come on, I don't bite." She encouraged him, patting her knee. "I promise you, it's safe. Besides, Ireallywanna see that cute bottom of yours over my lap."
"Meanie." Eric sighed but crawled over her knees. "There." His bum was sticking up in the air and he rested his head on his arms. "You happy?" He looked back at her and Ariel giggled.
"Yes, I'm happy." She replied as she placed a hand on his bottom and began to rub it, just as gentle as Eric did on her birthday. "So." She couldn't argue with the fact that Eric felt heavy over her lap, but she wasn't bothered by it. "How old are we today?" She quoted Eric with a grin.
Eric giggled, getting sassy.
"Well, I don't know how old you are, but I'm 22."
Ariel couldn't help but laughed along with him.
"Getting cheeky, I see." She patted his bum gently. "Do you think that's smart, given that your bottom is at my mercy?"
"Well, it isn'tverysmart, but it might just be what I need." He winked at her.
"Eric." She rubbed his bottom again. "I'm not going to spank you hard no matter how much you provocate me.Youdidn't spankmehard, it's only fair."
"Yeah, yeah." Eric rolled his eyes. "I'm a big boy though, Ariel. I won't feel a thing if you spank me as hard as I spanked you. As light, I mean." He chuckled.
"Hmm." Ariel thought about it, then shrugged. "Fine, whatever the birthday boy desires." She grinned, then raised her hand. "Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." He smirked and placed his head back on his arms, shaking his bottom a bit. Ariel shook her head with a giggle.
"Alright. One." She brought her hand down on his bottom, slightly harder than Eric did; Eric let out a small yelp.
"Too hard?" She asked with worry in her voice, quick to rub his bum.
"No, it just surprised me." He giggled. "Harder, please. I could barely feel it."
"I don't wanna spank you harder though." Said Ariel honestly and Eric turned back, rolling his eyes.
"Is it my birthday or your birthday?" He smiled cheekily. "'Cause the last time I checked, it was mine. You can't deny your birthday boy's whishes."
Ariel laughed, shaking her head.
"Well, when you put it like that I have no choice." She sighed and raised her hand higher. "Two."
"Ooh!" Came Eric's respond with a chuckle. "Now we're talking." His lopsided grin made Ariel giggle.
"Three." She spanked him again, both of them laughing like fools as the spanking proceeded. "Four, five, six, seven, eight..."
"This really does feel nice." Eric announced when Ariel stopped midway to rub his bottom.
"What, the spanking or the rubbing?"
"Both." He replied, sighing contently.
"Just remember, you called me weird when I said the same." Ariel scolded him lightly and Eric looked up at her innocently.
"Well, I lacked experience so you can't blame me." He retorted, making his wife smile.
"I'm not blaming you." She landed another spank. "Nine."
"Ow." It was clear he wasn't in any pain and Ariel rolled her eyes, biting down on her lip to hide her grin.
"Ten. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..."
Eric started squirming to make her job more difficult and she gave him a harder, yet still playful spank as a warning; this time his yelp was a bit more sincere.
"You're so mean." He chuckled but welcomed his wife's rubbing.
"That was sixteen, how are we feeling, birthday boy?" She asked, momentarily stopping.
"Just peachy, thanks for asking." He replied, his voice full of amusement. "May I ask you to continue?"
"I have a feeling you're enjoying this way too much." Ariel chuckled but gave him a slightly stinging spank. "Seventeen."
"Ah." Came the answer, and this time Ariel didn't stop until 22.
"Well, well, well." Ariel rubbed Eric's bum, grinning down at him. "It's time for the infamous last spank, do you think you can take it or should we call it a day?"
"Well, I definitely don't need one to grow on as I'm done growing, however, Icoulduse some good luck." He smiled up at her, cheekily shaking his bottom to make her laugh.
"I've got to say, I'm a little disappointed that this spanking is coming to an end." Said Ariel, patting Eric's shapely bum gently. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely bottom?"
Eric blushed at the compliment, giggling in embarrassment.
"No, you're the first one." He replied. "Thank you, I appreciate it. And, you know, you're always welcome to play with it."
"Be careful what you wish for, I might just take you up on that." Ariel warned playfully before raising her hand a bit higher in the air. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." Eric replied, closing an eye and waiting for the last spank. It came quite quickly, harder and stingier than the rest and he jumped with a laugh.
"You okay?" Ariel once again rubbed his bottom. "Hope that wasn't too hard."
"Too hard?" Eric sat up with a chuckle and kissed her cheek. "Just as hard as I deserved it. Now let's lie down. Cuddle me like the spanked boy I am." He pouted and Ariel laughed, lying down and pulling Eric close until his head was on her shoulder. Then she started rubbing his back and his broad shoulders in circles.
"I love you, Eric." She whispered, kissing the top of his head.
"Mm." Eric replied, burying his face into her neck. "I love you more, Ariel."