A Birthday Request Gone Awry

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

{ Note: This is an alternate fiction that might have occurred given the opening of the story: A Birthday Request. These are two stand-alone tales that explore the potential outcomes from a written request by a husband for a long-anticipated spanking from his wife. }

My thirtieth birthday was approaching, and I was finally going to do it.  I’ve had a fascination with spanking—with me on the receiving end—for almost as long as I can remember, and this year I was determined to take the steps to have my fantasy realized.

I developed this plan three years ago, but was too chicken to see it through.  This year I was determined.  I had already written the card, enclosed it in an envelope, attached it to a nicely wrapped package, and addressed the whole thing to Gail, my wife and the love of my life for the last seven years.

I was uncertain how Gail would respond, but I had confidence in our relationship, and even if I did not get what I wanted—a good over-the-knee spanking—the tension of my secret would be released.  At worst, Gail would find the topic amusing and we would have a good laugh.  At best, well at best my birthday would be one to remember.

The big day fell on a Saturday, so that afternoon I announced I had to go run a few errands.  I left the package on the kitchen table where I knew she would see it before I got back.  I am always more fluent in print than in person, and while I worked up the courage to broach the subject of spanking, I was not brave enough to do it face to face.

Excited and nervous, I took a long slow drive in the country.  As I drove, I imagined Gail discovering the package, opening the attached envelope, and reading the note that requested a birthday spanking.

………….

My Dearest Gail,

Today is my birthday, a time for celebration.  It is also a good time to review the past and make necessary changes for the future.

Birthdays hold many traditions: gifts, a cake with a candle for each year, and sometimes a birthday spanking.  Birthday spankings have long been given by parents, close friends and lovers to mark the occasion.  Often (I’ll bet) they are given as punishment and absolution for the sins of the past year and encouragement for the next.

This spanking tradition has long fascinated me, and I thought on the occasion of my thirtieth, you might try it with me.  The attached package contains something you may find useful if you wish to participate in this ancient birthday ceremony.

With all my love,      Robert

………….

I extended my drive until I was sure Gail had more than enough time to discover the package, explore its contents and get over the initial shock, if any.

When I returned and entered the kitchen from the garage, I was greeted with the laughter of female voices.  Seated at the kitchen table were Gail, our neighbor Madge, and her daughter Kim.  The package I’d left for Gail was open on the table, its contents revealed to all three.  Kim was holding the note I’d put in the box.  “Wait!  Wait!  It gets better!  Listen to this!” she squealed, waving the note and barely able to control her laughter,

“When the heat of the seat

Becomes too hot for the hand,

Apply with enthusiasm

To the blushing, bare, bottom

Of the birthday boy.

“You’ve got to love the alliteration.  I don’t think this hairbrush was intended for your hair, Gail.”  All three women broke into peals of laughter.

Suddenly, Gail noticed me standing frozen in the doorway, and struggled to control her mirth.  “Bob, I didn’t see you there.  Madge and Kim came over for coffee, and we just discovered your note.”

“You should have just spoken up,” Madge roared, “I’d spank you any day of the week.”

Shock held me for a moment, listening to these women taking such amusement in my written request for a private spanking from my wife.  I’d been unable to ask this of her for years, fearing what her reaction might be, now the whole neighborhood would know of my “kinky” desires.

I turned back to the garage door to flee this humiliating scene, but Madge jumped from her chair and caught my arm.  She is a large woman, in her forties, and she must outweigh me by thirty pounds.  Given her size, I never would have guessed she could move that quickly.

“Don’t run off, sweetie, your birthday party is just about to get started,” Madge said.

I looked to Gail.  She was wiping tears from her eyes and trying to look sympathetic.  I could tell it was a struggle.

“You’ve got the brush,” Madge said to Kim; “want to be the leadoff hitter?”  The revelry in her voice made it clear she enjoyed her own wit.

“Stop,” I cried. “I didn’t want…”

“Love to,” Kim responded, overriding my protest and scooting her chair away from the kitchen table.

Madge steered me toward her daughter and practically threw me over her lap.  The humiliation just seemed to be getting worse.  Kim was what, eighteen?  Nineteen?  She couldn’t be more than twenty, and here I was, just turned thirty, put over the jeans-clad lap of this youngster for a spanking with a hairbrush.  The collision of my past fantasies with my current, mortifying situation was beyond mind boggling.

Finally, Gail spoke up, “Madge, I’m not sure this is…”

“Relax, Gail,” Madge interrupted.  “From his note, it’s obvious he has been wanting this for years.  We’re just going to help him celebrate his birthday in the manner he requested.”

“Mom, this isn’t going to work,” Kim said.  “He’s not going to feel anything through his pants, and his wallet is in his back pocket.  I can’t spank him like this.”

“You’re right,” Madge agreed.  “Besides, he specifically said he wanted to be spanked on his bare bottom.”  She pulled me up from Kim’s lap and reached for my belt buckle.

“No!  You can’t do this!” I objected, trying unsuccessfully to fight off Madge’s hands.

“Don’t worry, boy,” Madge said.  “I’m letting you keep your boxers while my daughter spanks you.  Those won’t come down until it’s my turn.”

True to her word, Madge wrestled control from me, pushed my pants to the floor and placed me back over Kim’s lap.  I was helpless against this woman.

“That’s better,” Kim said, smoothing my boxers over my butt.  Then, SMACK!  The new, flat-backed hairbrush I’d bought for my wife to spank me landed for the first time.  And, it was wielded not by my wife but by the pretty, young neighbor while Gail and Kim’s mother looked on.

“Ouch!  Not so hard!” I protested.

“Kim,” Gail said, “go a little easy.  You don’t want to hurt him.  It is his birthday.”

“I didn’t hit him hard,” Kim objected.  “This is hard.”  SMACK!!  SMACK!!  SMACK!!  “Besides, his card said birthday spankings are meant to punish for sins of the past.”  Then bending down to whisper in my ear she said, “I’ll bet there were plenty of those, weren’t there, little man.”

I struggled to get free, but Kim’s forearm was in the middle of my back and it held me firmly in place.  When I reached back to protect my ass, Kim grabbed my wrist and forced my hand up to my shoulder blades.

“That’s going to cost you,” Kim muttered, too quietly for Gail to hear, but I heard her.  There is a persistent rumor in the neighborhood that the tall, trim, gorgeous Kim is a lesbian, but this was a hell of a time for me to discover she had it in for men in general, and now me in particular.

Kim proceeded to give me a hairbrushing far more painful than any I ever imagined.  She had me kicking, squirming and begging before she even got to ten—I was counting.  The spanks she delivered were not her hardest—numbers two, three and four showed me what those were like—but they were more than hard enough.  There was nothing playful in this birthday roasting.

SMACK!  “And that’s thirty!” Kim proclaimed and let go of my wrist.  I started to rise from her lap, when she pushed me back down and said, “Almost forgot, one to grow on.”  SMACK!!

Last and by far the hardest spank delivered; Kim rolled me off her lap to land on the floor.  I don’t cry easy, and I wasn’t crying yet, but it was a near thing.  I was sure I was black and blue, and swollen way out of proportion.  Damn that kid spanked hard.  I vowed to never invite her to any future birthday parties.  Sometimes, you get what you ask for, and sometimes you get a whole lot more.

I struggled to my feet, and tentatively rubbed my ass through my boxers.  In my fantasies, I occasionally imagined a spanking to my backside would raise a little tumescence in my frontside.  Not this time.  If anything, my willie was hiding, scared to death by the ordeal delivered upon my bottom.

I looked at the women, gaging their reaction.  Madge was wearing a huge grin.  Not the slightest sympathy there.  I was glad to see that Gail, on the other hand, looked a little concerned.  “You okay?” she asked me.

“I will be, but I expect to be sore for a while.”  Quite a while, I was thinking.  Damn that hurt.

“My turn,” Madge proclaimed.

“I don’t know,” Gail said, “maybe we should let Bob recover a little.”

“Nonsense.  It’s just a spanking.  No big deal, unless you’re a little kid.  Are you just a little boy, Robert?”

“No, but…”

“Of course not,” Madge said, seizing my arm again and sitting back in her chair.  She flung me over her lap before I had a chance to object.

“Do you want the hairbrush?” Kim asked, offering it to her mother.

“No thanks, I can generate plenty of heat in this seat long before my hand gets too hot,” she said as she yanked my boxers down to my knees.  “You did get him off to a good start.  Pretty impressive colors in these cheeks,” she said, poking some of my incipient bruises.

“Just delivered what the man ordered,” Kim responded.

“Well, time’s a wastin’, as they say.  Let’s see what my good right hand can produce.”  WHAP!

Madge spanked me hard and quick.  I hoped she was counting, and would stop at the proper number.  I was beyond counting.  Apparently, the heat in my seat—a veritable bonfire from the spanks she delivered—never got too hot for her hand, because she never paused and never asked for the brush.  Given the size and strength of her hands, it clearly wasn’t needed.

Madge didn’t bother to grab my wrist or push my hand out of the way when it tried to intervene, she just moved her target out of reach down my thighs.  If possible, those spanks hurt even more.

I abandoned my struggles before she was finished, and lay collapsed across her lap.  Madge had her left hand firmly in the small of my back, pressing me firmly against her thigh.  It was like being held in a vise.  I could—and at first did—kick my legs and pound the floor with my fists, but there was no escape.  Madge would have made a good prison guard.  No inmate would have messed with her, beyond the first time.

I cannot express how relieved I was to hear the words: “And one to grow on.”  All I can say is I’m damned glad I didn’t wait for my fortieth birthday to request a birthday spanking.  Thirty-plus-one from this mother and daughter was more than plenty.

Madge helped me to my feet, and, once I regained some self-control, I pulled my boxers back up to hide my manhood as well as the damage done to my ass.  Kim was still standing there, obviously enjoying the show.  I would have pulled up my jeans as well, but was not sure they would fit over the swelling of my ass.

“We hate to spank and run,” Madge said, with obvious humor.  “Kim and I have some shopping to do.  Save us a piece of the cake.  And you, Robert, have a happy birthday.”  Clearly both she and Kim thought that was the height of levity because they laughed all the way out the door.

Gail looked at me in silence for several minutes, then said, “I expect you’ve had about enough spanking for this birthday.  What do you think?”

“Absolutely.”  I was still standing, gently rubbing my bottom.  Rubbing didn’t help, but it was all I could think to do.

“You know, if you wanted me to spank you, you could have just asked.  It’s not really my thing, but I would have been happy to oblige.  And, I would have done it in private.  Neither Kim nor Madge is likely to keep this secret.  Madge loves to gossip, and Kim is bound to tell her girlfriend.

“I say spanking is not my thing, but after that impressive demonstration, I can see where an occasional spanking from me might be effective at: ‘absolving you of your sins and encouraging you to do better,’ to paraphrase what you wrote.

“Under the right circumstances, adult spanking can be an effective teaching tool.  Now that I know I have your consent, and considering all those thoughtless little things you do that annoy me, you may want to be more careful in future.  Spanking could become a regular part of our routine.”

Oh lord, I thought, what have I begun?!

END

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