Birthday Spanking Bare
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Birthday Spanking Bare
michael costigan on September 14, 2021 at 1:19 am
My thirtieth birthday was approaching, and I was finally
going to do it. I’ve had a fascination
with spanking—with me on the receiving end—for almost as long as I can
remember, and this year I was determined to take the steps to have my fantasy
realized.
I developed this plan three years ago, but was too chicken
to see it through. This year I was
determined. I had already written the
note, enclosed it in an envelope, attached it to a nicely wrapped package, and
addressed the whole thing to Gail, the love of my life for the last seven
years.
I was uncertain how Gail would respond, but I had confidence
in our relationship, and even if I did not get what I wanted—a good
over-the-knee spanking—the tension of my secret would be released. At worst, Gail would find the topic amusing
and we would have a good laugh. At best,
well at best my birthday would be one to remember.
My birthday fell on a Saturday, so that afternoon I
announced I had to go run a few errands. I left the package on the kitchen table where
I knew she would see it before I got back.
I am always more fluent in print than in person, and while I worked up
the courage to broach the subject of spanking, I was not brave enough to do it
face to face.
Excited and nervous, I took a long slow drive in the
country. (Why should this subject
embarrass us so, even with the ones we love?)
As I drove, I imagined Gail discovering the package, opening the
attached envelope, and reading the note inside:
Today is my birthday, a
time for celebration. It is also a good
time to review the past and make necessary changes for the future.
Birthdays hold many
traditions: gifts, a cake with a candle for each year, and sometimes a birthday
spanking. Birthday spankings have long
been given by parents, close friends and lovers to mark the occasion. Often (I’ll bet) they are given as punishment
and absolution for the sins of the past year and encouragement for the next.
This spanking tradition has
long fascinated me, and I thought on the occasion of my thirtieth, you might try
it with me. The attached package contains
something you may find useful if you wish to participate in this ancient
birthday ceremony.
I extended my drive until I was sure Gail had more than
enough time to discover the package, explore its contents and get over the
initial shock, if any. When I reentered
the house, I saw that the package had vanished.
The rest of the afternoon passed as if nothing unusual was
going on. In the evening, we got a
little dressy and went out to dinner at a steakhouse we both like. I was on pins and needles waiting for the
topic of spanking to arise through the drinks and the appetizer, but relaxed with
an enjoyable dinner full of light and playful conversation through the steaks
and a delicious red wine.
After I was long past expecting it, Gail looked into my eyes
and quietly said, “I got your note. It
sounds like it could be fun. Why don’t
you tell me what you have in mind?”
I stammered, then admitted to my long-held fascination for
spanking. In low tones over cake, ice
cream and coffee, I described my fantasy of a long, thorough, humiliating,
over-the-knee, bare-bottomed spanking.
“Real spanks,” Gail asked at one point, “or just playful
little swats?”
“In my fantasy, it’s real spanks,” I answered, “but a key
element is that the spanker sets the tone and keeps full control of the
spanking session.”
We didn’t talk much on the drive home, each of us buried in
thoughts of our conversation over dessert.
When we arrived home, Gail spoke up, “Well Bob, why don’t we
get right to that birthday ceremony you requested. Come with me to the bedroom.”
As I followed Gail into our bedroom, I began to have second
thoughts. I have not been spanked since
I was small, and those were just a few swats delivered to a fully clothed
bottom. This could be rather
embarrassing, and even a little painful.
My concern jumped up a notch when I saw the straight-backed dining room
chair in the center of our bedroom floor, with the contents of my present to
Gail laying on its seat. That little devil , I thought, she set this up just before we left for
dinner .
Gail walked over and stood next to the chair, leaned casually
against it, and said with an evil look about the eyes, “You know what happens
next. I want you naked from the waist
down.”
This wasn’t easy, with Gail standing there watching, but I
had included the element of humiliation in the description of my fantasy. With some nervous fumbling, and with no help
from my lover, I achieved the required condition.
I stood there, eyes downcast and blushing, as Gail sat on
the chair and beckoned me to approach.
With butterflies in my stomach, and on shaky legs, I moved forward and
soon found myself seized and lying upended over a pair of capable thighs.
While embarrassed, I wasn’t uncomfortable, and the
realization of the position I was in and what would happen next stimulated me
noticeably. This was heightened further
when a familiar hand stroked and squeezed my bottom.
“I never noticed this before,” Gail said, “but this is a
very spankable bottom.” I wasn’t entirely
sure this was good news, but at least it seemed to indicate I was not the only
one getting into this scene.
After a few more minutes of strokes, touches and pats, Gail
spoke again, “Before we begin, Bob, are you sure you want to continue? Once begun, and in agreement with the rules you
described, all choices past this point will be mine.”
“Y-yes,” I stammered with considerable trepidation but
enjoying the moment and not wanting it to end, “let’s get on with it.”
“You asked for it.
The number is thirty, right? We’ll
start with that.”
Start with that , I
thought, what does that mean? But before I could voice the question, I
heard a loud SMACK and a mild sting developed on my right cheek. Not too
bad, I thought. Then there was another
SMACK directed to the other side. She was
using her hand.
Gail started a little tentatively—not an experienced spanker—but
as we continued both the strength and the rhythm of the spanks began to
increase. By about twenty, what started
as a mild sting and a tingle grew into a distressful warmth covering most of my
backside.
I counted the spanks, and as we approached thirty, the heat
had grown to the point I was getting a little anxious about maintaining some
sense of decorum until the whole thing was over. I emitted little gasps and a few involuntary
kicks as the final spanks fell.
At the count of thirty, Gail stopped, and I began to
rise. It hadn’t been too bad, and at
least I had now experienced a real adult spanking. My secret fantasy realized.
As I levered myself up, Gail pushed me back into position
with a firm hand in the small of my back.
“Not just yet, Bob,” Gail said, “we’ve completed the traditional thirty,
but I don’t think we have yet addressed the ‘sins of the past’ as you so eloquently
wrote in your letter. Besides, I haven’t
used the little present you gave me. Let’s
see, how did you phrase it in the note you enclosed in the box? Ah yes, here it is:
“Both your seat and my hand have grown a little hot, and,
while this lovely wooden hairbrush may not cool your bottom any, I’m sure it
will make a big difference to my hand,” Gail chuckled.
With that I heard a resounding SMACK!! as a sharp fire
penetrated my already sensitive right cheek.
My head shot up, my legs kicked out and I emitted a surprised squeal in
response to this new assault, soon duplicated with equal effect on the left
side.
Gail learned quickly during what was apparently our warm-up
session. She showed no hesitancy now,
but delivered each spank with confidence and authority. In no time at all I was feeling true remorse
for all of my “sins of the past.” My
little gasps and exclamations soon turned to apologies and pleading. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll be good from now on… You can stop now, please… No more, please… I’ve learned my lesson… I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” But Gail just maintained the steady
cadence. I was seriously, questioning my
common sense when I earlier talked about the element of “loss of control” by the
spankee. I did not realize she paid this
much attention, or took me this literally.
After what seemed like hours but must have been only a few
minutes, Gail tapered off to a few final, well-placed spanks and stopped. We were back to the hand of my lover gently stroking
my bottom, which in its current state forwarded every slightest touch to my
overheated brain.
When I regained some control, Gail helped me to stand. It was obvious we were both now in a high
state of sexual excitement. Clothes were
removed (not a lengthy process on my part), and we were soon on the bed
enjoying the most exhilarating and satisfying sex we’d enjoyed in a long time.
Much later, as we lay spent in each other’s arms, Gail
whispered in my ear, “Is that what you had in mind all these years when you
fantasized about being spanked?”
“Holy cow,” I exclaimed, “I had no idea just what a real
spanking could be like. I’m not sure I ever want to go through that again.”
“It was a real experience, wasn’t it,” Gail said with a
chuckle. “You learned what a real
spanking can be—what it is like to surrender control, to be taken over someone’s
knee and to have your bare bottom spanked thoroughly and completely.
“I have a confession to make,” Gail continued while massaging
my still very tender backside. “When I
first read your note, I didn’t know what to think. I wasn’t at all sure I could satisfy your
wish for real bottoms-up punishment, but I knew it was important to you or you
would not have opened up the way you did.
And, about half way through the initial hand spanking, I realized I was rather
enjoying myself. I liked the feel of
hand meeting deserving bottom, and your cute little cheeks do color up nicely,
darling.
“You know, my birthday is coming up in a few months. We should schedule another session for that
occasion. Of course, I am not the one who
is into being spanked, so I guess we will just have to do a repeat of tonight’s
arrangement.
“I’ve also been thinking about all of those little
thoughtless things you do that annoy me,” Gail continued. “Spanking has been shown to be a very
effective teaching tool. You may want to
be a little more careful in the future.”
Oh lord, I thought,
what have I begun?!
If you’d like to know how this story might have gone had circumstances been a little different, check out its alternate version: A Birthday Request Gone Awry ; >)
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I think it is quite common to spank a child on his/her birthday. I was spanked every year until I was 18 by my parents, and I give my daughters a spanking on thier birthdays. A traditional birthday spanking is done over the knee, usually in the kitchen at breakfast time, with the child's nightie pulled up (bare bottomed). One spank per year, with one to grow on and a pinch to grow an inch (although my daughters seem to grow much more than just an inch lately) and a kiss (on the forhead) so they won't be missed.
Aw, is that ever sweet! Kathleen, I bet your girls' bottoms are a treat to smack, huh? Especially with the coziness of bedtime still evident in their nighties. It's like an extra degree of innocence and vulnerability when they're put over your knee and their nighties are raised to bare their chubby bumcheeks.
Now for the predictable question: do you ever spank your girls for disciplinary reasons?========== In Reply To ==========
I think it is quite common to spank a child on his/her birthday. I was spanked every year until I was 18 by my parents, and I give my daughters a spanking on thier birthdays. A traditional birthday spanking is done over the knee, usually in the kitchen at breakfast time, with the child's nightie pulled up (bare bottomed). One spank per year, with one to grow on and a pinch to grow an inch (although my daughters seem to grow much more than just an inch lately) and a kiss (on the forhead) so they won't be missed.
I must be missing something, but I don't understand this constant "on the bare" litany.
If birthday spankings are to be in good sport, they must be respectful and they must take the celebrant's dignity into account.
I have to wonder to what extent such accounts are made up or exaggerated by people seeking to indulge fantasies of humilianting someone else.
I got a lot of spankings on my birthdays until i left my parents house, it stated in the early morning, my three brothers came up to my room. My two older brothers hold me down while my younger brother gaveme my age in swats with a pingpong paddle, it wasnt very hard just strong enough to wake me up. after benny had given me the swats, my older brothers michael and steven took their turns more intensiv than benny. it stung a little bit on my pyjamas. the whole family in the kitchen sang happy birthday at the breakfast and mommy gaves me my age in kisses. in school the spanking continued. My teacher ordered me to the front of the class, i was bend over the teachers table and got playful swats with a huge ruler or the yardstick over the seat off my trousers. After my age in licks he gave me ahard "TO GROW ON" wich hurt a little bit. After the teachers treatment my classmates built a spanking tunnel on the way to my chair. After school i had a birthday party with my friends where everybody was alllowed to give me a spankingwhile my dad hold me down over the couch, when they were ready dad rubbed my poor bottom. In the evening all relatives came to a barbeque. When the dinner was finished all males went into the living room, dad closed the curtains, so the girls couldnt see us. I knew what was going on, spankings are given without the oposite gender. Daddy took seat in a chair pulled my trousers down to the ankles and i had to take place over his kneesmy three cousins and my brothers took their turns on my underwear. when they finished daddy put me up and i had to bend over the table. my four uncles
took their turns, everyonewith his own family birthday paddle. The spanks stung a little and i also got a firm pinch. Then also my grandfathers gave me swats with their paddles. Then it was time for daddys turn. daddy pulled my undies down, took our family paddl(it was huge enough to cover the whole butt of an adult man,on the frontside was written "BIRTHDAY BUTT TOASSTER") an wind it up. he gave me one firm swat per year and one fullpower swat togrow on. after i had gotten the spankings i was allowed to open my presents.
at football training after my bday i got a team spanking, one smack from each boy. The two trainers gave me a whole spanking with one spank per year and one to grow on, this spankings were not very hard and were given very fast.
Every year on my birthday my wife lights up a cigarette and puts it in the corner of her mouth while she takes my shorts and underwear down. She puts me over her knee and takes a drag off her cigarette and begins spanking me with her right hand. SHe will smoke and spank me with her hand and tell me what a bad boy I have been. She will tell me after about 20 spankings with her hand that her hand is too sore to continue. She will tell me to go get your belt and tell me that she is going to spank me with my leather belt while she smokes the rest of her cigarette which usually is another 40-60 spankings.
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I have two boys, 7 and 4, and would like to start a family practice of birthday spankings, as it sounds like it could be a really neat way of father/son bonding. I use a paddle with the boys.
1. Is 7 years old too old to start this practice without seeming to terrorize myu older boy? He has got just enough hard spankings to know that it hurts like hell, and I'd not want a birthday spoiled out of his fear of genuine pain and crying.
I always spank them bare butt. Should I sorta ease them into a birthday spanking practice by at least do the first several years' of birthday spankings either on their pants or at least underwear and perhaps with my hand instead of with the paddle? I'd wonder if that could be a more playful introduction to this birthday ritual and in some later year do it the same way they get a punishment spanking, though much more gentle. comments?
I've only used the paddle on my 4 year old twice and not all that hard. Do you think I could start his birthday spanking ritual experience right away bare butt and with the paddle and just promise him that "It's going to be a fun spanking; it's not going to hurt."? Or should even he get a year or two with my hand through his clothing?
We have a birthday ritual of pulling our kids' ears, one pull per year,
"and one to grow." So you get 8 pulls on your 7th birthday. We all count out loud together as a family as someone does the ear-pulling. Do people usually count the spanks of a birthday spanking as well?
Our younger boy has the next birthday, and if we can make it a really fun event, perhaps the older boy will be open to it or even ask for it when he turns 8.
Thanx for comments of people who have done this.
You're a moron! All you're going to do is (if any of this is true) seriously confuse your kids. You give them bare bottom paddlings to punish them, and now you're going to also be paddling them on the bare bum because it's their birthday. What's the matter? Does paddling their bare bottoms appeal to you so much that you figure 'birthday spankings' would be a clever means of deriving even more satisfaction from reddening their naked fannies?
Try being a responsible parent for a change, instead of a sexually obsessed adolescent with two unfortunate children in your care.========== In Reply To ==========
I have two boys, 7 and 4, and would like to start a family practice of birthday spankings, as it sounds like it could be a really neat way of father/son bonding. I use a paddle with the boys.
1. Is 7 years old too old to start this practice without seeming to terrorize myu older boy? He has got just enough hard spankings to know that it hurts like hell, and I'd not want a birthday spoil
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