Abel’s 40 today (and he doesn’t behave a day over 14). *g* That’s quite a few birthday smacks for yours truly… Oh, dear.

Luckily for me, we had to leave our assorted canes in storage at our previous hotel. Unluckily for me, this hotel has provided us with brand-new rubber beach flip-flops. Abel hasn’t worn his at all; apparently, from the moment he saw them he knew that one of these would be perfect for his birthday spanking.

I have rarely been spanked with anything that looked so fearsome, and hurt so little! Even though I’d managed to earn extra strokes (for missing out the year 1999 in my count, for example), my biggest problem throughout the spanking was a violent attack of the giggles. I suppose, it did start to sting a bit once we got into the new millennium, and the one to grow on was quite ouchie… but a terrible ordeal it was not.

And that’s fine, you know. After all, birthdays are for laughing, being happy and eating cake, right?

Happy birthday, my lovely husband :)

PS Abel’s just read that the arrangements for the poolside buffet on New Year’s Eve include ‘viking style seating’. He’s wondering whether he’ll be expected to join in the raping and pillaging, or whether he’ll just be able to punish any girls who try to escape.

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