My birthday on Friday ended up being a pretty good day and the celebrations are still going. I had to work but someone brought in lunch for the office. A coworker even brought in this cute little cake pictured here. Two chocolate cupcakes were hiding underneath to make the dog shape.
A whole other cake was brought in as well and half is still residing in my fridge, next to the chocolate Costco cake that had yet to be finished off from last Sunday. Yes, I may have gained ten pounds over the weekend, but whatever. It’s only once a year, right? But cake is good enough I may have to start celebrating half birthdays. Lol.
Anyway, after getting home from work I had a few phone calls from people wishing me happy birthday. I was also surprised to get a few cards in the mail, like real cards, on paper. Yes they still make those. I also got a handful of e-cards, emails, and texts throughout the day. Facebook had gone insane and my phone battery was nearly dead by noon from all the notifications.
I’m sure someone is going to pop in and point out how I stated in my last mopey post that I didn’t have many real friends anymore. I think some probably only did know it was my birthday because Facebook told them so, but there was quite a bit of correspondence outside of that. It was nice to be remembered. And I hope that my Rain Man birthday memory doesn’t fail me in the next few weeks because I seem to know a lot of Virgos to keep track of. Virgos rule!
I spent the evening hanging out with my friend S, who delivered my birthday spanking. (No, I didn’t wear this shirt to dinner.) He picked out the cane, leather strap, leather paddle, and one of my wooden paddles. I stared at him wide-eyed and reminded him that birthday spankings are supposed to be nice. He didn’t seem to be listening to me. And tops say it is bottoms who don’t listen.
He’d probably say I wasn’t giving him much reason to be nice, but that’s just silly. I was quoting him things from my past “30 things not to say to a top” list, purely for informational purposes. I wasn’t really saying them to him. Would I be crazy enough to really be saying “Wake me up when you’re done” to a man with four implements at his side? Of course not.
That would be what some people call “assicidal” which would never be used to describe me. Nope, never. Shush all you people who are remembering how I once compared qualities of a particular top to Satan and was pretty straight forward in sharing it with him and everyone else. Hey it was true, wasn’t it? Okay, so maybe I was being a bit bratty with S. I prefer the word “playful” because it makes me sound nicer. He responded in kind as it was certainly not a light spanking.
All the implements were used thoroughly to redden my bottom and I was quite kind in not letting my kicking legs connect with his face. I do try to control myself. I was supposed to answer a few things during the course of the spanking which I wasn’t very good at doing. I always have a hard time with that. But he was a little nice, maybe because it was my birthday, and didn’t spank me hard forever and ever even with me not being fully compliant. And then I got to cuddle which is as lovely as the spanking part.
Thank you to S and everyone else who helped make my birthday special. And P.S. to Joey, I don’t think any of our friends we’ll be seeing in a few days need any reminders about my recent birthday. Let’s just see if they remember on their own, shall we? 😀