In the moonlight

I was introduced to birthday spankings through my friend, Jan, when I was thirteen. She was the leader of our little group of four and we arranged that year with our parents that we all slept over after our birthday parties. My party was first, and as we were getting ready for bed afterwards in my room, Jan asked me if I had had a good birthday. When I said, ‘Yes’, she told me that ‘Well, Trish, a good birthday needs a good birthday spanking to complete it.’

With which she told the two others to bend me over the foot of the bed while she dished out thirteen plus one smacks on my naked butt. It really stung but that was just the beginning. The other two also insisted on giving me a birthday spanking, so I had three in one evening which hurt almost as much as a real spanking. My friends all laughed as I rubbed my sore bottom, but I made sure the same thing happened to them on their birthdays – only harder! That year we all finished up with a red-hot bottom on our birthday. We thought birthday spankings were great fun – as long as it wasn’t your birthday!

Some years later it was my younger sister’s 19th birthday. She had come home from college and, as she wasn’t into big parties, my husband, Pete, and I had invited a few close friends and relatives round to celebrate. During the evening I got a bit excited and, as a laugh, I recounted this tale of my youth to the folks there.

Jenny (somewhat unwisely) said, “I’ve never had a birthday spanking, but they sound fun.” With which my older brother decided to pull her over his knee and invite everyone there to contribute towards Jenny’s first birthday spanking. My little nephews and nieces thought it was a great laugh to smack their auntie’s bottom, but I don’t think Jenny found it so much fun after all. However, she took it in good part, although she was giggling with embarrassment.

After nineteen smacks had been counted, I gave Jenny the obligatory ‘one to grow on’, which made her yelp, and she stood up somewhat red-faced. I said, “Remember, Jenny, a good birthday needs a good birthday spanking to complete it.” By the look on her face as she stood there rubbing her bottom, I could see she didn’t quite agree.

When she came to blow the candles out on her cake, Jenny said, “I have to make a birthday wish. I wish my dear sister, Trish, a good birthday spanking on her birthday in two weeks time.”

Everyone laughed and my Dad told Pete to: ‘Make it a good one!’ It was now my turn to go red, and to hide my embarrassment I said sarcastically, “Sure! And it will be bare bottomed in the moonlight!” If I could only have known how prophetic those words were to be I would never have allowed them to pass my lips. I failed to notice the gleam in my husband’s eyes!

Pete and I had arranged to spend my upcoming 24th birthday weekend by the sea. The hotel we stayed in had a private beach from which you could walk round to a pretty little rocky bay, which always seemed deserted. After a simply wonderful birthday, during which my husband was everything to me I could have imagined, he suggested a romantic walk down to the bay.

I changed from my birthday dress into a light top and a very short skirt – Pete said I looked young enough to be a cheerleader – and we took off our sandals and walked hand-in hand down the beach in the moonlight. It was very romantic. When we got to the bay, Pete found a suitable rock and sat me on his lap. We kissed passionately and he fondled me. “Have you had a good birthday, Trish?” he asked.

“Yes” I said. “It’s been wonderful.”

“Well, he said, “You know what a good birthday needs, don’t you?”

“No,” I cooed, pecking at his neck. “Show me.”

“I will right now,” he replied. “You told your sister that a good birthday needs a good birthday spanking to complete it. Then, when she wished one on you, you said you’d have it bare bottomed in the moonlight.”

I started and looked around: “You don’t mean………..here?”

“Why not,” he smiled. “No-one’s around and there’s plenty of moonlight.”

There was no help for it. I had been outmaneuvered and was about to get birthday spanked by my husband. In fact, in a funny way I was quite thrilled by the prospect, so I didn’t struggle as Pete helped me across his knee and suitably denuded my bottom for the spanking. I was a bit worried if anyone might come along but the bay was very deserted. It actually seemed quite romantic lying over this handsome guy’s lap in the moonlight while the sea breeze caressed my naked butt. I felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear – the butterflies were churning in my stomach.

The spanking wasn’t very hard but it did make my bottom tingle a bit. I made the most of it by squealing and wriggling as Pete smacked my bare cheeks 24 times. I took it in good part but I made up my mind half way through that he wasn’t going to be allowed to do this very often! But it was fun at the time, so I decided to play along.

“Where’s the one to grow on? I asked from my disadvantageous position.

“It’s coming in a minute,” he said. He put my clothing back in place then slapped me hard on the back of my skirt, causing me to yell loudly. I got up rubbing a very warm bottom! “My butt’s on fire,” I said.

“Well, let’s cool it off,” said Pete, and picked me up and dashed down the beach into the sea. We kissed passionately as the waves broke over us. We would have made love there and then if a party of tourists speaking an incomprehensible foreign language hadn’t appeared round the bay! We giggled together and were thankful we’d still got our clothes on, even if they were somewhat wet and disarranged as we ran back up the beach to our hotel.

When we got back to our room, we couldn’t wait to dry off but dived on to the bed and pulled each other’s clothes off. We made long and passionate love together till we fell asleep. We repeated the procedure in the morning so we missed breakfast. But we didn’t care – we were so much in love and the gift of sex was such a wonderful way of expressing it.

Pete had given me a wonderful birthday and then capped it with a romantic birthday spanking in the moonlight. True, he’d probably enjoyed the last part a bit more than me, but I wasn’t complaining. After all, the sex that followed was great for both of us. All I knew by the time we made the homeward journey was how much I loved this man and wanted always to be by his side.

I never got any more birthday spankings because, for one thing, our passionate lovemaking on my birthday evening had left me pregnant with our first child. We had wanted our children while we were young and for me that was the ultimate fulfillment of a wonderful and memorable birthday. Nine months later our son was born and now as I watch him growing up I often cast my mind back to that memorable moonlit night on the beach.

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