Spanking the Women's Group: Jack is asked to play cards with the Women’s Group where the losing team is spanked (Spanking the Woman's Group)

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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.

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

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. 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.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.” I looked to Gail. She was wiping tears from her eyes and trying to look sympathetic. I could tell it was a struggle. Be aware though that availability may fall and prices rise if there is a major football match or music concert that weekend, so try and book early 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.

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 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. 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. 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.

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. 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. 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?” 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.