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Birthday Spankings

I got birthday spankings at school through 5th grade, always with the teacher's paddle. You were called up to the front of the class, told to bend over, except in kindergarten when the teacher took you over her knee, and got a light swat with the paddle for every year on your bottom, followed by a pinch to grow an inch.

At home, my birthday spankings were usually given with my mom's hand, over my clothes. Mom would wait until I had blown out the candles on my cake, then announce it was time for my birthday spanking, and told me to bend over. I would bend over, put my hands on my knees, then I got a spank for every year over my clothes with mom's hand.

Little did anyone who was at my birthday party know that it was my second, and sometimes 3rd birthday spanking. Every year on my birthday, until I turned 18, mom would wake me up, sit down on the edge of my bed. She would tell me to bare my bottom, and come over her knee. Then once I was over her knee, my panties at my knees, she would flip up my tshirt or nighthgown, and tell me it was time for my birthday spanking. then give me a spanking with her special "birthday paddle." It was one of those cute little souvenir paddles that used to be on sale in stores. Anyway mom would wait probably 10 seconds between spanks, and spanked with moderate force. These spankings left me with a warm and light pink bottom. They were special to me, since I saw these spankings as mom's way of reminding me to behave myself that year. I really miss that special morning ritual since leaving home. 
 
I also got birthday spankings other places. When I took dance lessons as a kid, whoever had a birthday coming up the next week would have to go in front of the class, and everyone would sing happy birthday. Then you had to bend over and got a spanking with the teacher's hand on the seat of your dance outfit. It was nothing more than a light pat on your bottom for every year that didn't really sting much at all. Then when I was 16, my best friend gave me a birthday spanking with a ruler.
 

Angel34 Angel34 31-35, F 11 Responses Jan 27, 2010

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Was the bs you got at 16 by your friend bare bottomed?

Got to admit it, watching birthday spankings was a big thrill in my life since I had had a fascination with spanking ever since I can remember.
Receiving them wasn't so bad since they were only it's to macerate pats on my butt over my clothes with the hand of either my parents or dorm master, depending upon where I was for my birthday. Then, it would only be as apart of the party.
The enjoyment I received from witnessing them was only one part of my fascination with the subject throughout my lifetime.
If I knew the birthday boy or girl well enough, I would attempt to deliver a private birthday spanking later that day or night. I enjoyed every spanking I either delivered or witnessed whether play or real; though in the real ones my delight was mixed with pity fir the kid's bottom as well as the kid himself.

Very cute! It's nice to have warm reminders that also imply safety.

All very cute. Thanks for sharing

Such a great touching story...Thank you!

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What she did was an act of female power conducting, the opposite of man-hating!
There was nothing detached about it, and i experienced nothing of what she did as being cruel, or in any shape or form wrong.
Like most Dutch girls she is a natural born feminist without ever having to read a word about it: it's in her DNA and I'm glad of it!

(I walked her through similar experiences I had with pro doms years ago; I stopped seeing pros once I learned enough to train amateurs to go through the events with me! This was the first caning Leah ever gave, but certainly not the first one for me to receive. It was much safer than two amateurs going at it for the first time! If you accuse me of taking her "virginity" as a corporal punishment administrator, you must also admit i did get my hide tanned for it!)

Caning was still legal throughout my childhood, and I was horrified of it.
As an adult, one Saturday afternoon in August, naked, I bent over a bar stool and touched the floor in front of me with the tips of my fingers.
The effect was to spread my bare buttocks wide apart completely exposing the sitting muscles, soon for a time to be less comfortable for sitting on.
Dutch pretty, sincerely polite, considerate, utterly charming, ever so girlie girl Leah gave me six-of-the best.
With black electrical tape I had wound around the stem just before the crook handle so as to give her a good grip on it, and to make it a true English school--I had it shipped over from England--"Bognor," she used the 5/16" rattan.
This was the first time she had ever even held a cane in her hands, but she knew what she was doing because she had listened to the instructional audio, Miss Marianne Martindale's "The Art Of Caning."
Strong, flexible, fluid, whippy, good "crack" and a good "fall" to it, there were low whooshes and six loud smacks.
And, six tramlines on my bottom afterwards.
With each stroke, there was a caress across my bare bottom, followed a few seconds later by the pain.
The thin red lines stood out for a few days.
It was like she was still with me.
By the next Saturday they were absolutely gone.
Whenever I sat down, for a couple of days immediately after the incident, I had a mild raw feeling, like something was missing .
I put an extra cushion on my chair.
That solved the problem.
Not a big deal.
There was no other subsequent discomfort than this tenderness.
By getting it as an act of friendship, I conquered that one terror in my life, much like turning snake poison into an antidote.
The experience gave me power and took none away.

It was a totally satisfying experience for Leah, and that makes it totally satisfying for me.
While using it she felt the cane was a part of her. So did I.
I don't so much feel that the cane was used as that it was shared.
I opened myself to intimacy, and it was quite a forceful connecting, a fusion, a very personal energy going into me.
"I liked everything about it," said she. "I did it on your bare bottom because on the seat of the underpants it would have been like eating a candy with the wrapper on it. I stopped only because I felt sorry for you. I didn't use follow through because I didn't want to cut you in two. You have a cute asphole."
It was more than just a somethingness, a lack of a void.
Pain, and the possibility of transcendence, there is something empowering about having "survived" a good thrashing!
I feel love for Leah, but it isn't.

It is a unique kind of bonding.

It's like she got a piece of me and made it a part of her, but the piece also grew back quickly and without a trace, and I have a piece of her which I treasure as a part of me now.

Thirteen years later, grade ten dropout, two kids by two different men, a never wore her seat belt car accident, god knows how many cigarettes, experimenting with drugs to keep from getting fat, arrested for stealing form her employer, I wonder if she still giggles, and just how aware she is that, as I understand it, no man since has ever been willing to let her do anything at all like what she did with me to him.

Resignation is giving away your power.
Surrender is getting your power back. In no way did I resign myself to the cane, but rather I surrendered myself to it, and just thinking about it right now electrifies me.

She got the right end of the stick for her.
I got the right end of the stick for me.
I feel closer to women for it.

A satisfied woman is always an accomplishment to a man who loves them!
Three cheers!

If you try to hold onto wisdom it will just run through your fingers. The more you share of it, the more you keep.


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i was asking a girl at work if she is geting her b-day spanking win she gets home some one herd what i sade to her and wint to hr

my mom gave me b-day spankings to tell me how much she adored me.

What was your spanking like?

a big theatrical show

You mean it took a long time just to get to the spanking?

Were you forced into your "birthday suit" in front of an audience? Were you hand spanked across your Mother's lap in view of any of your siblings or friends? How soon after the spankings did you ****** from ************?

Funny!

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Thats is so cool I wish I had that exoerience but somehow im too shy to ask for it but I definetly want it from a woman a man will tear my as up and leave me without one lol.

I never knew such a ritual exists. Sounds both very exciting and very humiliating, especially when done in public.<br />
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Love, H

Is you Mom close by, she might be willing to continue those special spankings