The View from Here - Birthdays

Freshly showered and dressed for work, I come downstairs and walk into the kitchen. On the table is a brightly-wrapped gift, with an envelope propped up against it.

"Happy birthday, darling," Ron says as he hugs me and gives me a warm kiss. "You don't look a day older than you did yesterday."

"Uh, thanks," I smile, and move toward the table.

"Not so fast. First, there's the little matter of your birthday spanking. Come with me."

I look longingly at the package on the table, then apprehensively at the wooden spoon Ron is holding. He leads me to the back of an overstuffed chair that's facing the adjacent living room, and gestures towards it.

"Pants down and bend over." I obey. "I'll give you half now, and save the rest for when you get home." The swats commence, and I grit my teeth and try not to move or cry out. "On second thought, maybe I'll give you all of them now, and make the day really memorable."


It's only a fantasy. He doesn't call me darling, but that's not the point. We have yet to enjoy a birthday spanking. I have asked every year for I don't know how long, and get various responses from Ron, but the bottom line is, he hasn't followed through.

So, what's the big deal? Do I really have to have one? Why do I keep on asking? Am I just trying to keep up with the other bloggers who enjoy a spanking on that special occasion? Do I feel like I am missing out on something? Is it really important to me, or do I only want one because my friends all get birthday spankings?

Well, I do know that I have been requesting that mode of celebrating for much longer than I have had blogging friends, or even knew about spanking blogs. It's just a special little demonstration of affection that includes the incendiary activity I love best. I haven't given up hope.

Last week, I gathered my courage and asked Ron if this year, he would give me a birthday spanking.

"Can I get back to you on that?" His way of saying no without actually saying no.

"When?"

"I don't know. Soon."

"I don't want anything else. Just a spanking."

He thought a moment then said, "Okay." A pause, while I hugged him in gratitude and jumped up and down for joy. Then, "before breakfast?"

"Well...yes, that would be great!" That man read my mind again!

I'll let you know if and when it actually happens. I don't expect the other details of my fantasy to become reality too; at least, not this year. But you never know.