Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It’s that time of year again! Princess Kayla loves to make each and every birthday super memorable! Of course, I have no idea what’s going to be in store for me this year as the special day arrives but I wanted to share one of my favorite birthday memories.
It was my sixteenth birthday. Such an amazing day for most girls. You finally feel like a real woman. Old enough to drive and smart enough to drive men wild. I was working at a small family dinner where regulars lined the counters nightly.
Birthday Spankings
As a waitress, of course, I enjoyed showing off my bubbly personality and flirting for tips. I’d been working there for a few months. Long enough for me to remember how each regular guy liked his coffee and which pie he favored after dinner.
My grandfather was best friends with the owner and that’s how I got the job, to begin with. The owner was almost like a naughty uncle to me. You know how kitchen guys are. They are as sick and pervy as you boys and wearing my skin-tight white teeshirt and black pants for a uniform didn’t leave that much to the imagination.
Anyhow, I had to work the closing shift on my birthday. As I clocked in and began tying my small apron around my waist, the counter guys all waving hello’s and waiting to be served, the owner came through the kitchen doors with one of those huge wooden pizza peels. Those shovel-like looking paddle things chefs use to pull pizzas out of brick ovens.
Trouble for Kaykay
He looked at me with a wicked grin and shouted, “Everyone! Our sweet Kayla turns sixteen today!” Cheers went up around the restaurant and my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He gripped my elbow and pulled me close to him. Next, he lifted the pizza peel and yelled: “Everyone who wants to give her birthday spanking, line up at the counter!”
Roars of laughter filled the place with hands going up and men agreeing to give me sixteen whacks each. I squealed and tried to push out of the owner’s hands. When he let me go, he chased me around the bar like counter until one of the big truck drivers who came in every night scooped me up and tossed me over his big lap. “I got her George!” He chuckled.
Thankfully, they let me get back to work without a single swat but my pussy still gets wet wondering what it would have been like if they had held me down and paddled me with that huge pizza peel.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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