A Spanko Birthday

I wrote this birthday celebration recap in early October of 2020, but it was never published for reasons I cannot recall.

Hey everybody! I hope you’re doing reasonably well despite 2020.

I love spankings. I guess anyone who reads this blog could easily deduce that fact. But the thing is, I want my spankings to be my way. One of the downsides of being a spanko bottom is that spankings seldom happen my way. Sometimes, even when spankings go my way, they are not exactly what I think I want. To explain what I mean, I have for you a story.

Several months ago, I had a clever idea for a homemade spanko birthday gift for my dear husband Randy. For years, I’ve seen those cute R-rated couples coupons. You know, the ones like “This coupon entitles the bearer to a sexy backrub.” I created my own coupons, but with a spanko bent. I included some bedroom stuff because that’s good too, but mostly they were spanking activities I know he enjoys. Here are some examples:

Punishment Paddling

Shower Spanking

Frilly Panty Challenge

Caning atop the Bench

Timed OTK Spanking

Cheerleader Paddling

The Dreaded Bath Brush

Spanking Video Night

I chose these scenarios because they are special occasion type spankings that are different from our regular bottom warming routines. I created fancy looking coupons, printed them in color, cut them to size, and bound them into a little booklet. Randy seemed amused when I presented him with this gift.

Then I didn’t hear another word.

For months...

Until a recent weekend that is. Randy thought it would be appropriate to cash in all of his coupons in one weekend to celebrate my birthday! Hoo boy.

Time, energy, and competing priorities ultimately limited our activities, but we made a noble attempt. We began on Friday evening in lieu of our regularly scheduled spanking session.

The shower spanking was fun. Being naked with him beneath the gentle warm water spray was wonderful. We actually fulfilled two coupons. He used a bathbrush on my bottom and it hurt a lot, but fortunately, this spanking didn’t last too long because I distracted him. :)

After we dried one other, Randy ripped another coupon out of the book. He wanted to try the frilly panty challenge. He has always had a thing for panties, and for whatever kinky reason, the look and feel of frilly ones on my butt appeals to him. There is a company in our town that makes special dancewear including these panties. Mine are shiny white nylon briefs with horizontal stripes of red lace. This was a hand spanking because, as I say, he likes the tacile sensations. He sat on the edge of the bed and I positioned myself over his lap.

This was a pleasant spanking. I adore the physical closeness of being OTK and feeling his touch. I waited for him to grab an implement and up the stakes, but he never did. We relaxed the rest of the evening and ended up snuggling in bed.

When Saturday dawned, Randy decided that it was a good time for the punishment paddling. I offered my respectful dissent. If I must bend over for a big paddle, I need to be warmed up first. Recognizing the logic of saving my bottom for more spankings later, he relented. My paddling would be postponed for the moment.

He selected instead the coupon for a timed OTK spanking. He fetched a favorite leather paddle and opened a timer on his phone. I returned to my familiar prone orientation. Randy raised my nightgown and briefly rubbed my skin. He said he was searching for evidence of the previous evening’s celebration, but found none. He vowed to improve his spanking performance.

The timer was set for five minutes, which is an eternity when someone is whacking your behind. His pace was slow and steady, but the swats were firm. By the time the alarm sounded, I was quite ready to be finished. He recorded video of me rubbing my bottom and complaining about how much it hurt. He asked whether I wanted to stand in the corner. I didn’t.

We each went about our normal weekend chores without another word about spankings. He ordered dinner for us from one of my favorite restaurants. It was a delicious surprise. As I was cleaning up, Randy set up his laptop in our living room. I knew that video night would be next.

In this case, video night means spanking videos. Sometimes we watch commercial spanking films, but more often, the content is videos of us that Randy captured. There was a time when I couldn’t bear to watch myself squirming and yelping. My bottom looked enormous (which it is) and my genitals were uncomfortably conspicuous. But I’ve evolved to the point where I can focus more upon the spanking and remember how I felt about it. This is a turn-on for me. As much as I enjoy the sensations of being spanked, fond recollections are even sexier. Video night offers both simultaneously.

Randy set up his laptop on the table in front of our couch. He sat in the center of the couch and then I climbed over his lap. He lifted my skirt and played the first of his selected videos. I saw my image on the television. I was wearing my cheerleader uniform and bent over facing away from the camera. The pleated cheer skirt was too short to cover the matching panties beneath. Randy was not visible in this shot, but the heavy wooden paddle he was holding was the star of the show. I could hear my whimpers as it slammed against my seat. As we watched, Randy replicated the action on the screen by snapping a small but thuddy wooden paddle against my exposed skin.

We watched a couple of other scenes, but by then, I was pretty much lost in spanko bliss. Sore, but happy, I retired to bed with my hubby for all that happened next.

I slept luxuriously late on Sunday because there was no need for an alarm. When I woke, Randy was already up. I could hear him watching sports on TV down in the living room. He greetly me sweetly as I wandered toward the kitchen in search of breakfast. I joined Randy on the couch. He was watching football.

“Lemme see your butt.” His tone suggested more a request than a demand. I placed my cereal on the table and arranged my body face down across his lap. I had been in precisely this spot the previous evening. He lifted my nightgown and mischeviously snapped the waistband of my thong. He grazed my exposed skin with his fingertips, again scanning for evidence of the previous day’s percussive celebration. He found no conclusive marks though I assured him that I was still plenty sore back there.

“Can I cash in the caning coupon now?” Randy inquired hopefully.

“Don’t I even get to finish my breakfast?” I was in no mood to be strapped down and beaten with the punishment cane.

“How about if I make this easy for you?” He was squeezing my cheeks as if to punctuate his question.

“Do tell.” He then retreived the small cane from beneath a couch cushion. He swished it through the air to ensure I knew what he had. This was a much friendlier cane.

“OK,” I conceded. I felt the first sharp snap as the short, thin cane fell across my bottom. It wasn’t a shocking pain as the punishment cane would be, but rather a smaller gnawing sort of discomfort that grows as strokes build. And build they did.

Randy proceeded with a fast flicking sort of attack. It’s the sort of sensation where I think, “That doesn’t hurt so much” until it does. As soon as I loudly exclaimed, “Ow!” he stopped the barrage and lifted me up to sit on his lap. We hugged and kissed and I thanked him for my birthday spankings. He thanked me for the coupons that made it all possible.

He asked me whether I woukld like to stand in the corner and I told him that I would rather finish my breakfast. He patted my very warm bottom and agreed that I should finish breakfast… And then maybe we could go back upstairs. He skipped his football game and we enjoyed a pleasant, restful Sunday at home.

So I don’t always get spankings my way, but sometimes that’s better in ways I wouldn’t have anticipated. All in all, it was a fine birthday weekend with lots of fun spankings and together time. Thank you, Randy!