Yesterday was my birthday, and you know what that means for a kinky girl.
Yes, ouch.
Abel had a full day of entertainment and indulgence planned for me, and I expected him to put off my birthday spanking for ages, making me wait.
But he’s much nicer than that, apparently.
The minute I emerged from the shower, he planted himself in the middle of a low padded bench on our hotel room, tugged me over his lap and flip up my fluffy bath gown.
Many people don’t realise this, but Abel’s hand is the most awesome, most frightening weapon in his collection of implements. The first few swats took my breath away.
“Hey!” I protested. “This is supposed to be nice!”
“Oh, right.” He lightened up just a touch, but not enough that I didn’t have to work hard to stay in place.
I even lost count at one point: he asked me how old I was by now, and I said I was 15, but apparently the previous smack marked my 14th year. “Let’s start over then,” said Abel, but mercifully, this was one of his ever-so-hilarious jokes.
A few more slaps. My ears were ringing now. “How old are you now?” Abel asked.
“Twenty-two,” I whined.
“That’s right. And weren’t you twenty-two when you met me?”
“Yes!” I smiled to myself, remembering.
“This means the rest of the strokes need to be hard if we’re entering the ‘me’ era,” said Abel matter-of-factly, and proceeded to paddle the remainder of my twenties into me like a very efficient spanking robot. Luckily, there wasn’t that long to go in comparison, but my thirtieth “to grow on” whack was particularly memorable. I think, Abel intends to make this a memorable year.
There was indeed a lovely day to follow this round of loving torture, but I felt this spanking for a good few hours afterwards.
This might be why he didn’t put it off until later in the day, actually…
P.S. The night before, I got to deliver my own birthday strapping to our friend B., who suffered it a lot more bravely than I did. Funnily enough, I also gave him a much harder twenty-third stroke.
P.P.S. And today, we’re marking the birthday of our dear Martha. Happy birthday, girl. Smack you later!
Yay! Birthdays all around! Well, it’s my birthday tomorrow, so…
Okay, it’s not my birthday tomorrow. Not for a while actually. But I’m glad you had a fun day Haron, and I hope B. and Martha had/have a nice day too!
Eat loads of birthday cake, won’t you?
Happy Birthday for yesterday!
Happy Birthday, Haron! And good luck, Martha…
I received my first birthday spanking earlier in the year, and the top surprised me by adding “one for luck” to “one to grow on.” Apparently, it is important to get an extra hard smack on each cheek. Hhhmmm, I (and my right cheek) haven’t always noticed this sort of emphasis on symmetry in other spanking play.
For any not-quite-out young bottoms out there, I would also recommend getting practice with this birthday spanking gig well before you turn 40. It was the first time I’d actually felt old!
Happy birthday for yesterday! And happy birthday for today, Martha!
Hmm, all these birthdays are making me want cake…
Birthday greetings to everyone.
Happy Birthday to Haron, Martha and B… I didn’t get a birthday spanking this year, and while I hadn’t even noticed until now, I suddenly feel like I’ve missed out
Perhaps I need to drown my sorrows with cake, as everyone else seems to be doing that 
Birthday huggles to Haron, wish I could be there to deliver them in person. And big hugs to Martha too, hope you have a great birthday. (Hugs to B, too, if you’re reading!)
xxx
Happy Birthday, Haron! And Happy Birthday, Martha, and B, too!
Hmmm… tis my birthday on Wednesday… I wonder…
My birthday was the 6th and I never got a birthday spanking. This has to be the first time EVER. I feel so neglected
Yay!! Happy Birthdays!!!!
I just got my first birthday spanking this year! 😀
I’m intrigued by Indy’s “one for luck”. I knew about “one to grow on”, but feel I’ve been negligent in missing one smack from the tally.
The error has duly been corrected.
Abel – was it corrected just for this year or for all the years you missed the “one for luck”?
Haron, I was going to apologize until I read Sarah’s comment. With friends like her, you have much worse problems than my comments! I’m glad to hear that you’re not adverse to swinging the strap yourself, and I hope that you get to see her (and a few others who comment here, cough smudge cough) within the requisite plus or minus 180 days of her own birthday
What do you mean, “cough smudge cough”?! Indy!!
Oops, that should be averse, not adverse. I guess we all make these little mistakes hear and their.
Am I back in your good books yet, Smudge?
No! Grovel, and then I might forgive you!
Indy, as Smudge’s fiancee I really must protest at your suggesting Haron strap her. You should know by now that only *I* am allowed to get her spanked. In fact, I am appalled by your behaviour, and expect a full apology for my darling fiancee…
If you’ll excuse me, I need to go yell at the drunk youths on the other side of my door now. Thank you and goodnight.
Smudge, please accept my heartfelt apologies for not realizing sooner that you aren’t the most deserving candidate for Haron’s attentions.
Haron, I changed my mind. Please strap Irelynn instead. Thanks.