|Sadly, my cake didn’t have Peeps on it.|
We’ve all heard the expression, “you can’t have your cake and eat it too.” Uh, why not? And why would you have cake if you weren’t going to eat it? Such a silly saying. This week I celebrated my birthday. I’ve pretty much passed the point of my age having any significance. Last year I reached the age of being able to get a better rate on a rental car. (Your car insurance rates going down at 25 is a total myth, by the way.) 26 hasn’t been too exciting so far, but nonetheless I had quite a day. Many thanks to all those who sent birthday well wishes my way.
Unfortunately I couldn’t get work off due to current staffing issues, but I milked being there on my birthday for all it was worth and we all got treated to lunch. Someone even brought me a cake at the end of the day. J made us a nice dinner and we watched a movie, though there were frequent interruptions due to happy birthday phone calls rolling in. Being that this is primarily a spanking blog I’m sure you’re waiting for me to get to the good part.
I was wondering about where the whole “birthday spanking” idea even came from. I tried to search Wikipedia but there is only this brief mention of it:
In North America, there is a tradition of “birthday spankings” where the birthday girl or boy receives the same number of hits as their age (plus “one to grow”) during the birthday party. Birthday spankings are administered over the clothes and usually by close friends or family members.
Well we all know that seriously needs updating. No, it isn’t necessarily over clothes and there certainly aren’t any family members involved. And it doesn’t account for receiving several sets of swats for your current age. No reason to put a limit on things. If anyone knows more about the origins, please feel free to share with us. Whatever the case, a big thanks to whoever thought it up way back when! Lol. It can even provide a way to feel out a vanilla significant other’s feelings about spanking. See if they really get into it. I actually received birthday spankings from J in the past before emerging as a spanko, but they weren’t anything like this one.
I had been spanked the night before for other reasons with his hand, a leather strap, and a wooden paddle. That strap always leaves a tinge of bruising behind but I wasn’t particularly sore the next day, or so I thought. Then the birthday spanking came. It was at the very end of the night because J is mean like that, leaving me anxious about it all night long. I walked into the bedroom and he was sitting on the bed with all of our implements set out around him. (All the ones we hide under the bed anyway. I realized later that he didn’t grab any of the hairbrushes that I actually use daily, but you won’t hear me complaining.)
I was bared and bent over the bed as I received 26 swats with his hand. They were mostly nice ones to start out with. “Now you’re going to get 10 each with all 10 of these implements and count them out loud,” he informed me. I could see that I might soon regret mentioning sprints vs. marathons earlier in the week. Fortunately the counting part was just 1-10 with each and I didn’t have to get mixed up with big numbers. Lol. I got 10 with his belt, 10 with the bathbrush, 10 with the ruler, 10 with the other belt, 10 with the wood paddle.
It was around that point I definitely started feeling the effects of a spanking on top of a spanking from the night before. I was wriggling around quite a bit and he placed his hand on my back to keep me in position. 10 with the leather strap, 10 with the crop, 10 with the wooden spoon, 10 with the other wood paddle. He had me lay on the bed for the last 10 with the leather paddle. Well, almost. I got 8 swats with the leather paddle. “Are you ready for the last two?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, still squirming from the previous eight. SMACK! SMACK! His hand landed firmly across my reddening cheeks. I don’t like things being uneven and complained that he didn’t do all 10 with the leather paddle. That led to him giving me two final hard swats with the paddle. So let’s see, 26 + 100 + 2 = a marathon. My bottom was quite tender but I soon became distracted by other feelings. That wasn’t quite the end of our night, but I’ll just leave it at that. 😉
Birthday spankings, genius.