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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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.” 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.

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.”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. 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. 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 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.

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 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 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.

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