“I like Coach Murdock and Rob. They’re a lot like us.”

“True. Brick is my age and his boy, Rob, is yours. I do like the fact that there are other couples out there like me and you... Remember, Brick is Rob’s wrestling coach, so they’re not as open as me and you.”

“I won’t forget, Sir.”

“That’s my boy,” Hank said, kissing me again.

“So,” I began playfully pouting. “You still gonna love me as much as ya do when I turn 19?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are ya saying that I’m one of them chicken hawks?” Hank grinned.

“If the shoe fits, Daddy,” I teased.

“I’m gonna get you for that!” Hank laughed, tickling my exposed stomach and ribs.

Giggling and twisting, I jumped from his lap and ran from him. Leaping from the chair, Hank was just a few steps behind me. Grabbing me, he put his hand over my mouth while I wiggled my ass against his crotch.

“I’m gonna teach ya a lesson for calling me a chicken hawk, boy!” Hank growled into my ear.

I could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans.

While holding me close to him, Hank reached into the kitchen drawer and grabbed a few items with his free hand. Letting go of my mouth, he pulled my wrists behind me and quickly tied them together at the small of my back over the waistband of my briefs.

My cock sprang to life in my underwear. “You not wanting me to get away, Daddy?” I jested.

“No, boy!” he grunted.

I listened as he ripped off a piece of duct tape. Then he put it over my lips, sealing them together. I couldn’t help but moan because I loved it when Hank tied me up.

Grabbing me by the arm, Hank dragged me back to the kitchen chair. He sat down and jerked me across his lap. Squirming, I was positioned with my ass squarely over his legs. I detected his cock throbbing in his jeans.

“When I heard that sassy mouth of yours, it occurred to me that ya need your birthday spanking!”

I moaned into the tape gag. Helpless over my husband’s lap, I knew what was coming next... Raising his hand, Hank slapped the cheeks of my bubble butt.

“One!” He paused, striking again and again. “Two! Three! Four!”

I loved when he spanked me.

“Five! Six!” he continued, whacking my ass.

Jerking my briefs down over my smooth cheeks, Hank exposed my reddening ass. He paused, running his rough hands over my soft skin. “Beautiful,” he muttered.

I moaned again.

“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!” he continued, making my ass sting.

“Eleven, Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!” He was putting his strength into my birthday spanking.

When the intensity of his swats increased, his cock jumped underneath my stomach. My heart was slamming in my chest and my breath quickened.

“Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! And one to grow on!” he concluded.

Hank’s hands began to play with my ass and his fingers opened my crack. The tip of his middle digit found my cum-filled entry and he inserted his finger into my hole.