The two minutes between 11.59pm yesterday and 12.01am today were amongst the most painful of my life. For my hand, that is. For yesterday marked Haron’s birthday, and today is our friend Martha’s. And so yours truly duly administered two consecutive birthday spankings, Haron over my knee for the final minute of her celebration, to be replaced by Martha for the first minute of hers.

It really hurt. I do hope you feel sorry for me.

Both girls seem to have laboured under the misapprehension that, it being their birthdays, they can do whatever they like without fear of retribution. It’s proved to be an interesting game of cat-and-mouse, as they’ve tested the limits of what birthday girls can get away with. The solution, of course, is obvious, although it has only just occurred to me: to give a girl an exemption from being spanked on her birthday, by administering any punishment that becomes due to her partner in crime instead. A modern whipping-girl scenario, if you like?

We’ve got a few hours of the day left, but I’m not sure the waiters at the posh restaurant we’re going to for Martha’s birthday dinner would necessarily be impressed were I to start spanking Haron in their hallowed room. Then again…

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