Letters to Penthouse XXXVI by Penthouse International Page B

hot cheeks, then bent down and gave each one a kiss. We usually stopped at about twenty
     smacks, but a special birthday calls for a special kind of spanking.
    I pulled his briefs and pants back up, and then we made out for a few minutes before returning to our guests. I knew his ass
     had to be throbbing and let him simmer in his own heat until our last guest departed. Only then did I allow Alan to fuck me
     against the wall while I squeezed his still-warm ass. “I’ve never been spanked so hard or so much,” he said as he pumped his
     cock into me.
    “I know. It was amazing to watch,” I said. A single playful swat on the ass was enough to make my birthday boy come, shooting
     his hot cream into my cunt. Then it was my turn to bend over while he spanked me. He requested that I take his number of birthday
     smacks, and I was so aroused that I agreed. He’d give me one slap, then finger my cunt, and another, then pinch my clit, and
     so on until I was on the brink of coming from the twentieth smack on. Needless to say, when I did come, it was sensational.
     I like being with Alan because we both know exactly how to ask for what we want and, lucky for me, that often involves spanking
     and being spanked.
    —Ms. K.W., Florida

What a Fantastic Birthday Present! My Gorgeous Mistress Is So Wonderful
    Recently, I turned thirty-five and a few days before the big occasion, Nadine, my lover, promised me a really special present.
     I went to work on my birthday, which fell on a Friday, and got really involved in a new project we were working on. At exactly
     three in the afternoon, a messenger came to my office door and asked if it was my birthday. When I told him yes, he handed
     me a card and a package.
    I opened the card, and as I did so, I noticed that the perfume that tickled my nostrils belonged to my wife’s alter ego, Mistress
     Raven. Outside the card was a standard birthday message, but inside was a handwritten note, which read, “David, my lover and
     slave. Go lock your office door right now and then put on the items in the box. Your phone will ring at 3:10 p.m. You must
     be dressed before it rings!” It was signed “Raven” in gold ink.
    I tore open the box and found two items, a leather and chrome cock harness and a black G-string. I locked my door, stripped
     off my shoes, trousers, and underwear and grabbed the cock harness. I worked the largest ring down and around the base of
     my cock, somehow managing to get both balls up through the ring. I then worked the other six stainless-steel rings down around
     my cock. The smallest one, which fits just below my glans, was really tight.
    The very act of putting on the harness aroused my cock, so that when I finished, it was purple and engorged with blood. The
     pouch could barely contain my cock after I put on the device. It fit very snugly over my engorged cock and balls and had a
     strap that ran right up the crack of my ass, leaving my ass cheeks bare and exposed. As I was adjusting the narrow strap to
     sit as comfortably as possible between my cheeks, my private phone line rang.
    “Are you dressed?”
    “Yes, Mistress Raven.”
    “How do you like your presents, slave?”
    “They’re wonderful, Mistress. Putting them on made my cock hard, but I have a meeting to attend at three-thirty and I’m afraid
     my erection will show.”
    “Yes, slave, I know about the meeting. That is why I sent the cock harness to you at three. Now put your trousers back on
     and get ready for your meeting.”
    “What happens next?” I asked.
    “You wait,” she cooed as she hung up.
    The meeting was sheer torture. My cock was hard and throbbing inside the steel rings and the wool of my trousers scratched
     my ass whenever I wiggled. Somehow I managed to get through the meeting without anyone noticing my bulging cock—I think. Afterward,
     when all I wanted to do was retreat to my office, my staff detained me for birthday cake, coffee, and gag gifts. By the time
     I could