First Birthday Spanking
By Jonathan Quincy Graves
Part 1
It was a perfect spring day for golf, but I was off my game. Vickie encouraged me to play my usual Saturday morning round, but when she kissed me goodbye, she whispered in my ear to be sure to be home by 2:00 so we could celebrate her birthday. “We might even indulge in a little birthday spanking today,” she said as she hugged me with one arm and used the other hand to stroke up the crotch of my Dockers. Then she laughed, turned me towards the door and sent me on my way with a swat to the seat of my pants. At that point, my mind was certainly not on golf, and things did not improve while I was out on the course. It is hard to putt accurately when you are trying to keep your grip from grazing across the woody in your pants.
Vickie is 28, and my wife of four years. For the six years I have known her, I’ve tried now and again to interest her in spanking. We trade the occasional swats as part of love play, but what I really want is to get her over my knee for a good-old-fashioned bottom warming. Since I met her, I’ve spent many hours fantasizing about having those delightfully rounded mounds, fully exposed, laid out across my lap. Add in her terrific bare legs lightly kicking, and her squeals and pleas for mercy while my hand smacks and rebounds off her well-toned bottom. Now it seemed my many hints and references to birthday spanking were finally going to pay off.
I showered at the club and cut short the usual 19th hole round of drinks with the boys and sped home. When I pulled into our driveway just after 2:00, I was dismayed to see my sister’s car parked out in front of our house. Fortunately, Kathy’s visits rarely last very long. With luck, she’d be about to leave.
Kathy is four years older than I and had taken part in my discipline when I was growing up. It may actually be partly her fault I have the fascination with spanking I do. When I was little, Kath spanked me regularly—whenever she thought I deserved it. She’d bare my bottom, drape me over her knees and apply either her hand or mom’s wooden hairbrush until I was crying and promising to never again do whatever it was I did to deserve that spanking. Many times, I wished I could take her over my knee to return the favor, but such is rarely the case for younger male siblings.
I entered the house through the garage, where I stowed my golf clubs, and went into the kitchen. There, I discovered Kath was not the only visitor this afternoon. Also sitting at the kitchen table were two ladies from the neighborhood. Marge lives two doors down. She is short, blond, nicely built, and about 35 years old. Marge welcomed us to the neighborhood when we moved in three years ago, and she and Vickie have become good friends. The other lady lives across the alley behind Marge, I think. I have not actually met her, although I see her around now and then. She is probably in her mid to late 40s, and quite large. Not fat exactly, but tall, easily six feet, and strongly built with a matronly bosom.
“Welcome home, darling,” Vickie exclaimed with a big smile and rose to greet me with a hug. I am about 5 feet, 8 inches tall, and Vickie can look me directly in the eye when she is wearing the platforms she wore now. “We have company to help me celebrate my birthday. You know Marge, of course, but I don’t think you met Mrs. Kennedy. Vera, this is my husband, Bill. Bill, this is Vera Kennedy.”
Vera and I exchanged greetings, and Vickie led me over to the table to sit in the chair next to her. “We were just talking about you,” Vickie said with a big smile. “Specifically, about your views on spanking.”
I felt my face turning bright red, and was trying to invent something clever to say when Vickie continued.
“I wrote down a few of the more important points you made in recent years to make sure I remembered. Let’s see if I got it right. First, spankings should always be given on the bare bottom. The spanker should be in complete control, deciding what spanking implement to use, how long the spanking should last, and what position the spankee should be in to receive their spanking. I suspect you are partial to the over-the-knee position, aren’t you, dear?” she said with a grin. “And finally, there should be an element of embarrassment or humiliation to the spanking to make it more effective. Is that about it, dear?” she asked me with a smile on her lips and a gleam in her eye.
“Uh, well,” I stammered over my embarrassment, my face still flaming red, “I’m not an expert on the subject, but that sounds about right to me.”
“Don’t be so modest, dear,” Vickie responded with a laugh. “I believe you have thought about this subject more than you let on. And I know from your sister you have some personal experience.”
I glanced quickly at Kathy, who was nodding and smiling agreement.
“You have been hinting especially hard about birthday spankings for the past couple weeks. Pushing to the point of rudeness,” Vickie continued. “I’ve finally decided to grant your wish. I asked the ladies here to take part, just to add to the embarrassment factor you mentioned, and also to ensure we do it correctly. Kathy is an experienced spanker, and Vera raised three boys after her husband died, so she’s had plenty of practice as well.”
I admit my hopes of an interesting afternoon were building again. I would have preferred to spank Vickie in private, so the birthday spanking could lead immediately to other fun activities, but if she wanted to spice it up a little by having witnesses present, that could be fun as well. Who knows, perhaps in the future some of the other ladies would also like to have their bottoms warmed on their birthday. I wouldn’t object to taking Marge’s petite frame over my knee for a little bare bottomed spanking fun, and lord knows I would love to get even with Kathy.
“Marge was thoughtful enough to bring me a birthday cake,” Vickie continued, “and I have already made a wish and blown out the candles. I hope you don’t mind, dear, but I wished you would take my birthday spanking for me this year.”
From bright red to deathly pale, I could feel the color draining from my face. I looked at Vickie, my mouth hanging open, then glanced at Kathy.
“Don’t look at me, little brother,” Kathy said. “I hope to participate, but the real honors will go to Vera. She has much more experience with older boys than I do.”
“That’s true,” said Vera, joining in. “Many is the time I had to take my husband, John, over my knee when he had been naughty.”
“It’s settled then. Let’s move to the living room,” Vickie said, “and get this ceremony started.”
I rose automatically from my chair along with the ladies, and in a state of shock, was guided by Vickie on my right and Vera on my left into the living room. One of our dining room chairs was already in position, facing the couch and my easy chair. The coffee table had been pushed out of the way over by the wall.
Vickie sat in my chair while Kathy and Marge took the couch. Vera stood in front of the dining room chair, clutching my arm.
“Alright, young man,” Vera began once the other ladies were settled, “you know how this works. Take off all your clothes except your underwear. Do it now and don’t dawdle.”
“This isn’t fair,” I said, looking pleadingly at Vickie. “It’s not my birthday.”
“I know dear, but you have so wanted to get into spanking, and I am just not interested in being on the receiving end. Besides, you have been a little lazy and inconsiderate around the house lately; so be a good boy and think of this as your birthday present to me.”
“No more delays,” Mrs. Kennedy interrupted sternly. “Take off your clothes right now, or your punishment will be increased.” With that, she let go of my arm and backed away a step, folding her arms under her ample bosom, clearly intending to supervise my actions.
When I opened my mouth to object further, she raised her right index finger and waved it back and forth. “I don’t want to hear another word from you. Just do as you’re told. Your dear wife has been acquainting us with your attitude of late, and I am not feeling in an especially tolerant mood. I’ve got a good heavy strap at my house, and I am entirely willing to drag you over there after we are done here if you waste any more of my time stalling.”
A quick glance at the rapt faces in front of me convinced me there was no possibility of escape or reprieve, so I reluctantly and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
“See, Vickie,” Vera said with satisfaction, “any young man will do what he is told if the order is phrased properly. My John only had to experience the strap two or three times before he took his punishments with no delays or complaints. To do otherwise was far too painful, as your Bill will soon learn if he does not start moving a little more briskly.”
Hearing this, and convinced by Vera’s size, the look in her eye, and the tone of her voice she could and would do precisely what she said, I removed my shirt, shoes, socks and pants with no further attempts at delay. My face turned back to red again as I took down my pants in front of all these female witnesses, and my pecker rose a little, slightly tenting the front of my boxers.
“Hands at your sides,” Vera ordered, frustrating my inclination to cover up, and she took her seat in the dining room chair.
“It is not uncommon for naughty little boys to get excited before they receive their spanking,” she said, looking directly at my groin, “but that quickly goes away once the proper punishment begins.” With that, she reached with both hands for the waistband of my shorts and whisked them down to my ankles. Again, I covered up in front of the women, but Vera slapped my hands out of the way. “You seem to have trouble following the simplest directions, Bill. Perhaps we can cure that before we are done here.”
Vera lifted the hem of her skirt far up her legs, revealing an ample expanse of nylon covered thigh, then reached for my arm and dragged me far over her lap, adjusting my position until she had me just where she wanted me.
“Let’s get this birthday spanking started,” Vera said, “and don’t you dare try to get off my lap until I tell you to. My strap hasn’t been used in a while, and I’m sure it would enjoy some exercise.” With that, she braced me with her left hand on my hip as I sensed her right hand rise high in the air. It came down with a mighty crack to my right cheek. Vera spanked much harder than I remembered Kath spanking, and even though she was just using her hand, my backside was soon flaming and screaming out in protest as she peppered my bottom with heavy swats. I was determined to bear this spanking like a man, so I concentrated on counting the spanks; and although my eyes watered up a little, I held in my protests through the entire 28 spanks, the number of Vickie’s birthday.
“Just one more to grow on,” Vera said, and delivered one last mighty hand spank. That one caused a yelp to escape past my tightly sealed lips, followed by a sigh of relief as I realized she was done. It had been painful, but not too much to bear. I sincerely hoped the other ladies in the room didn’t plan to participate. I was not at all sure my stoicism could last through another such birthday spanking.
After a brief pause, I reached back to rub my reddened bottom with my right hand while, with my left, I began to lever myself up off Vera’s lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Vera asked, taking my right wrist and pinning it high on my back and pushing me firmly back down over her thighs. “Didn’t I tell you to remain in position until I told you to get up? You’re a slow learner, my boy, but lucky for you, I am a very patient teacher.
“Vickie, dear, please bring the small paddle I brought with me.
“One thing you left off your spanking list,” Vera continued, returning her attention to me, “is that a real spanking always goes a good bit farther than the naughty boy who is receiving it expects. Since we were talking about real spankings earlier—not just birthday spankings—and since you are so quick to disobey me in the simplest things, you are going to experience a real spanking now.”
“Wait a minute,” I protested. “I didn’t volunteer for this.”
“Of course you didn’t. Naughty boys never volunteer for a real spanking, but when they deserve one, they get one nonetheless.
“Oh, thank you, dear,” Vera said to Vickie as she handed her the paddle. “I used this paddle on all my boys when they were growing up, and on my John as well from time to time. They all found it very effective. It is light, so it delivers a good sting doing no real damage. These holes allow it to make contact at a high speed, so with even a modest effort I can produce excellent results. Oh, and because it does no actual damage, other than sometimes raising a blister or two, I can use it for as long as I think the lesson is needed. In your case, my boy, a good long lesson is warranted.
“Now this is how your naughty boy should be spanked,” she said to Vickie and raised the paddle and brought it smacking down across my backside.
The paddle is about eleven inches long, not counting the handle, two or three inches wide, and only a little more than a quarter inch thick. It has eight small holes drilled in two rows down the sides, and it burned like fire with that very first spank. “Ouch!” I exclaimed.
“Now we’re getting results,” Vera said with satisfaction, and began paddling me with a steady cadence. Sometimes smacking just one cheek, sometimes the other, and sometimes both at the same time. Vera worked her way down from the upper center of my backside, down to the tops of my thighs, then up again.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! The self-control I managed during the hand spanking slipped rapidly away as my legs jerked and fluttered, and my cries of distress became more and more vocal.
SMACK!! “Ouch,” SMACK!! “Ow,” SMACK!! “Oh, please,” SMACK!! “Please not so hard,” I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks. I squawked and cried, but Mrs. Kennedy kept right on paddling my now crimson and gyrating bottom.
At one point, I looked over at the two women on the couch. Kathy was watching intently with a small smile on her lips, no doubt remembering all the times she had me in this very same position. Marge was totally enraptured by the scene before her. She sat motionless, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, with the tip of her tongue just visible, slowly licking back and forth across her lips. Her right hand was against the crotch of her pants, squeezed tightly between her thighs.
Vickie did not take her chair after bringing Vera the paddle, but stood in front of it, hands on her hips, watching Vera’s technique with studied interest. There was satisfaction on her face, as though she fully approved of the paddling and the artistry with which it was administered.
All these impressions came to me in fleeting glimpses through tear-filled eyes. In actuality, I was far too intent upon the ever-growing flame in my backside to analyze anyone’s actions except those of my spanker. Her actions were all too easy to analyze. She intended to deliver the longest, hardest, most intense spanking I had ever received. No pleading, crying, or squirming on my part was going to deter her in the least. She made it clear from the beginning she was stronger and more experienced than I. The threat of her strap was completely unnecessary for keeping my naked, red bottom positioned across her lap, right where she wanted it.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! The spanking seemed to go on forever, but finally Vera tapered off and stopped. She put down the paddle and gently cupped and stroked the swollen red mounds of my bottom while I gasped and cried and tried to regain control of myself.
“This is what a well-spanked male bottom should look like,” Vera said to the other women. “I believe Bill has learned his lesson, and will do what he is told when he is told to do it. Am I right, Bill?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” I answered through my sniffles.
“You can get up off my lap now. Take this paddle and hand it to your wife and ask her to spank you next.”
I may be a slow learner, but I do learn, and I did what she told me to do.
Vickie took the paddle and with her other hand she gently cupped my chin and brought my gaze up to look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry this lesson had to be so severe, darling,” she said. “You have been asking for this for a long time; I hope you learned something from it.
“You may not have realized it, dear, but I have long been interested in spanking, too. It’s just that I do not intend to be the one who gets spanked. We are going to change a few things involving your behavior in the coming months, and I’m afraid your bottom will pay the penalty if you do not accept the changes with an eager and cooperative attitude.”
Taking my arm, Vickie led me over to the corner and pushed my nose into it. “Stand quietly here, dear. Keep your hands to your sides and do not rub your bottom. We’ll grant you time to recover, while we women enjoy my birthday cake. Then Marge and Kathy would like to take their turns. If you are a good boy and do as you’re told, I’m sure they will limit their turns to a traditional birthday hand spanking. I’ll be last, and I intend to try out Vera’s paddle. She has offered to loan it to me on the condition we let her come over once a month to make sure it is still in good working order. I am considering her kind offer.
“Oh, and darling,” she added as she walked away, “all three of our friends have already agreed to come back and help us celebrate when it is your birthday next August. Let’s hope for your bottom’s sake you are a very good boy for us by then.”
END of Part 1
The story continues with Part 2