I Love Birthday Spankings
I grew up in a family without a birthday spanking tradition; I didn't even think it was done anymore. (I had a passing familiarity with the concept from "Little House in the Big Woods," but that was it.) A few days after my eighth birthday, I was at a party for another friend who we'll call Alissa. My best friend at the time, who we'll call Jenny, was teasing Alissa as soon as the cake was cut, saying it was time for her "birthday spankin's." Alissa protested that she had already had her spanking, which I didn't believe - I thought for sure that she was just saying that to get out of something terribly embarrassing. But her mother backed her up, saying she had gotten her spanking that morning on the couch.
Jenny, disappointed, then turned to me and announced that I had never had *my* birthday spanking. I stammered, floundered around for something to say, but couldn't come up with anything. I both wanted a birthday spanking, out of curiosity and because my spanking fetish was already manifested, and feared one - because spankings were embarrassing and hurt and I hated being the center of attention. Alissa'a mother managed to change the subject somehow, and it was never mentioned again.
To this day, I think about that party, and love the idea of a birthday spanking. Although I've given them, I've never received one yet.
Jenny, disappointed, then turned to me and announced that I had never had *my* birthday spanking. I stammered, floundered around for something to say, but couldn't come up with anything. I both wanted a birthday spanking, out of curiosity and because my spanking fetish was already manifested, and feared one - because spankings were embarrassing and hurt and I hated being the center of attention. Alissa'a mother managed to change the subject somehow, and it was never mentioned again.
To this day, I think about that party, and love the idea of a birthday spanking. Although I've given them, I've never received one yet.