Birthday Tradition

by Chrissie

My friend, Chrissie, tells how birthday spankings have always been a tradition in her family and her husband has continued it!










After sharing the story ‘Embarrassing Moment', I thought I might tell the story behind how my husband got to giving me birthday spankings and why we have continued the tradition, because it's part of our story together.

Apparently, birthday spankings were originally based on superstition. Hundreds of years ago, spankings were given for each year of the birthday child's life. Beyond that number, a child received another spank to grow on, one to live on, one to eat on, one to be happy on, and yet another spank to get married on. At one time, it was believed to ‘soften up the body for the tomb.'

Well, I've sure had my body softened over the years! Birthday spankings were part of our family tradition. On my birthday, after the presents, I would be bent over Dad's knee while my friends smacked my panties. They were always fairly light slaps, apart from the ‘one to grow on,' which was firmer and was traditionally given by Mom. The ‘firmness' probably related to how much of a pain I'd been at my party!

We got them at school as well. My second grade teacher would give us a birthday card which all the children had written their names on, then give us a fun spanking over her knee, which the rest of us hugely enjoyed watching as we counted the smacks. When it was my birthday I remember being surprised at how much it stung and wondering whether she spanked me a bit harder than the other kids because I had been so naughty that year! When it was finished I stood rubbing my butt with a surprised look on my face as the class laughed. But it was all in good fun, even though my face was red.

The birthday spankings at my party ended when I was twelve years old. I had a spanking on my thirteenth birthday, but that was a special one over Mom's knee which marked my ‘graduation’ as a teenager. I thought that now I was a teenager I could sass her and not get spanked. She was quick to disillusion me. I had problems sitting down at my party!

I started dating Dan when I was eighteen. He was the most wonderful guy I had ever met and we quickly fell in love. The day before my nineteenth birthday, I showed him some old photos of birthday parties, including one of me getting a birthday spanking.

He jokingly asked: “Will you be getting one tomorrow, Chrissie?” to which cheekily I replied in a wild moment, “Not unless you give me one!”

I then looked into his eyes, fluttered my eyelids naughtily, and said, “I dare you!”

Rather to my surprise he said, “Right! You're on! When shall I do it?”

Of such words are traditions made! I had dared him and was far too spirited to back out. The question was when and where. I certainly didn't want it done publicly and, as we wouldn't be able to see each other until the evening, I told him to come an hour before my party was due to start. We kissed and he left.

I wondered what I'd let myself in for. Dan had never spanked me (or any other girl) before (although I'd had a few playful slaps on my butt from him), and I wondered what it would be like. And where could we go that would be private? I thought of the annex to my parents' house, a room which we now used only for storage. I secretly borrowed the key and put a chair in the middle of the room for Dan to sit on while he did the spanking.

The next day before he arrived I must admit I had butterflies. I was nervous about getting the spanking yet knew I would somehow be disappointed if Dan chickened out. It was perhaps the thrill of the unknown that attracted me. Also, I must admit I fancied going across this good looking guy’s knee! But would I be able to get through it without the embarrassment of tearing up? I thought of some of the spankings I had got from Mom over the years and was reassured! I put on a pair of jeans rather than a dress. I thought I could trust Dan but wanted some protection!

He arrived at the agreed time, looking very handsome, and kissed me. He had a present for me in the car – would I like it before or after the birthday spanking? By now I just wanted to get it over with so I told him ‘after'. I led him into the annex room, made sure all the windows were closed and locked the door.

He surveyed the room, kissed me and said, “Are you ready?”

I said nervously, “Yes!”
“Sure you don’t want out?” he asked.
“No!” I said, recovering a bit of spirit. “Make it a good one!” And I stuck my tongue out at him, with which provocation Dan led me across to the chair, sat on it, and pulled me over his knee.

“Nineteen smacks?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said sassily. “And don't forget the one to grow on!”

I giggled as I squirmed over his knee but the giggles soon turned into squeals as he started spanking me on the seat of my tight jeans. It wasn't that hard – Dan has never been cruel – but it certainly stung a bit! He counted off one to nineteen as I squealed and giggled and wriggled. I hoped no one in the house could hear what was going on, but the annex was fairly sound proof. It needed to be!

After counting nineteen Dan paused, caught his breath, and then said, “And here's the one to grow on,” and gave me the traditionally firmer slap which caused me to yell louder than ever.

He then helped me up and we kissed. He sat me on his knee but I got up quickly! My butt was very warm and rubbing it was preferable to sitting on it! I must admit, however, that I’d enjoyed the experience!

Dan then gave me a lovely present and a wonderful bunch of flowers. “Happy birthday,” he said. “I think you're a great sport. You're my dream girl and I really love you!”

At my party I felt the happiest girl in the world. I thought birthday spankings were great if they produced this reaction in a man! I rashly told Dan afterwards he could give me one every birthday from then on. Foolish mortals that we girls are!

We got engaged a short time later, although we knew we couldn't get married for about another three years due to various training commitments we had. On my next birthday we had arranged, as promised, for me to have a birthday spanking as the year before. I was again waiting in nervous but happy anticipation, so I was taken aback when Dan rang and said he'd been delayed at work and couldn't come till my birthday party was about to start. He'd given me a few fun spankings (always chastely over clothes and never too hard) since our engagement, but this was supposed to be special!

So I moaned somewhat insincerely, “But what about the birthday spanking you promised me?” Don't worry, he said, he'd thought of a way to do it during the evening.

Not with the party going on, surely! But he assured me we would keep it private.

Dan arrived as promised just before the party got going. Halfway through the evening he gave me a nudge and we slipped out for a few minutes. I didn't know where we were going but he drove me to a picnic area he knew about ten minutes away. It was dark and deserted, so I got my twentieth birthday spanking by moonlight under the stars. Very romantic! The only problem was we had to drive straight home afterwards so we wouldn't be missed. The seat in Dan's car was quite hard and he would insist on me wearing my seat belt!

My twenty-first birthday saw us back in the faithful old annex. By now I think Mom had twigged what was going on but didn't let on. She probably thought I needed it! I wore a mini-skirt (which I made sure just covered the subject when I bent over) to give Dan a thrill because I knew I could trust him. However, this proved to be a mistake as I had talked to one of my girlfriends about the birthday spankings I had had when I was younger. The girls had got together and decided, as I was 21, that they should give me one at my party just like I had years before. They held up a large, blown-up photo of me getting a birthday spanking when I was little (I realized later that Mom had been a collaborator) before leading me up to my bedroom (no boys allowed), bending me over the bed, and spanking me hard on my panties!

I should have worn my jeans. Two birthday spankings in one day! They didn't know Dan had given me one a couple of hours before, so my bottom felt it needed an ice pack afterwards. When we came out of the bedroom all the boys cheered, as they knew what had been going on. Dan was grinning all over his face at my discomfort. But he was wonderfully tender and attentive the rest of the evening and gave me a wonderful goodnight kiss in compensation.

The wonderful day we got married happened a few days before my twenty-second birthday. We had a great, romantic honeymoon and Dan arranged a special birthday evening for me as it fell on the last day of our honeymoon. In the morning (when we finally got up) Dan gave me some lovely presents, including some from the family which they'd given him to bring.

We spent the afternoon sunning ourselves by the pool in the hotel. I was wearing a rather small bikini, which obviously gave my husband ideas. I had forgotten all about the birthday spanking, but as we came back to our hotel room, Dan kissed me and said, “Happy birthday, Chrissie! Let's not forget the most important part of your birthday!”

With that he flipped me across his knee and counted out the requisite number of slaps for my birthday spanking. My bikini was still wet and it stung like anything, but I was glad afterwards we had kept the tradition alive. I mean, what great lovemaking we had before we went out! My man – as well as my bottom – was on fire!

The next year was our first anniversary (recalled in ‘Embarrassing Moment') where for the first time I wrote a message for Dan on my panties. The next year, remembering what had happened the previous year, I wrote, ‘Love me tender!' I was a little bit more tender by the time Dan finished!

I feel I can let Dan do things like this because I trust him not to take advantage. Unlike some women I hear of, I don't myself get aroused by the spanking itself, but I do love the thrill of feeling at the mercy of my man, though all the time knowing he would never really hurt me. I know he would stop anytime I wanted him to. Maybe I'll ask him when I'm 80!

I also love the pleasure Dan gets out of it and the way it really turns him on. He is a wonderful husband and deserves his fun. And although I'm on the receiving end, I find it fun, too!

So here's to future birthdays……….