Birthday Spanking

Birthday Spanking

Spanking 18 October 2025

(This is a severe spanking if this is not for you.... please do not read)

Well my perfect age is now all but over. I loved being 42… even though that year was one of my hardest. For those who know this you will understand. 42 is the answer to life, the universe and everything. I was 42 until last Tuesday when I turned 43.

I got some amazing things. My two daughters made me home made cards. My oldest daughter gave me a shoulder massage. My son called me and wished me a happy birthday and my husband got me flowers. 

Normally I get spanked on Fridays. It is the easiest time for us with the kids. We can get them out of the house so hubby can take me over his knee. And on Fridays my spanking would be either a Punishment spanking if I have done something wrong during the week or a maintenance spanking if I behaved. Maintenance spankings are less intense but more so it is free from guilt.

So when I got home after work and the whole family was at the barn I was wondering what was going on. I slowed and as I approached the house I rolled down my window and asked what’s happening? My oldest said the barn door is broken and we don’t want the horse and donkey to get out. I said I would be right there and then pulled the car into the garage. 

I left the garage open, ran in the house and dropped everything off in the mud room. I stripped out of my dress and put my overalls on and my boots. I ran out to the barn and helped with fixing the door. At one point I sent the girls in to make us sandwiches and we had dinner as the sun set out by the barn. By the time the door was fixed we got into the house about 9 pm. Overall I would say it was a successful evening and a great bonding time. 

So no bible study and no spanking, because of the time and because the kids are there. But we let the girls stay up till 10 to watch a TV and I popped popcorn. At 10 the TV went off and the girls had to get ready for bed. Hubby and I cleaned up the kitchen and went off to bed ourselves. 

Saturday came early, because my things to do list was very big. Laundry, Weekly menu, shopping list, meal prep, clean house, grading, lesson planning, bills etc. I got most of it done by 3 pm. 

Hubby told me that we are going to do my Birthday dinner and I was excited. That is where the whole family makes dinner except the birthday girl or boy. So I just was pampered with my choice of TV show and dinner and cleanup with me being hands off. 

Hubby grilled the chicken, which everybody had on sandwiches and I had mine in a salad. Their Chicken sandwiches were on a grilled bun, cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, and avocado. My salad was just like that minus the cheese and bun. 

It was a quiet evening and then sharply at 8 hubby announced to the girls that it was an early bed time tonight because they stayed up late. They could read books in bed but they had to stay in bed upstairs. He also told them we were going out and if there was any emergency to call us.  And then hubby flashed me a look and then looked at the door. I was confused but I stopped what I was doing and ensured the girls were in bed. 

When I came back down, I asked hubby, “Where are we going?” He replied, “You’ll see.” I huffed at that answer and said, “Just tell me!” he flashed me a look and I stopped pressing him. I grabbed my purse and headed for his truck. He opened the garage and backed out. 

Our drive was like 45 seconds. He drove to the other side of the barn. I looked at him a little confused. He got out and helped me out of his huge truck. Then we went into the barn. A couple of lights dimly lit the barn and were nice. I have always loved the smell of a barn. 

My mind was racing… are we having barn sex? Which is fun but so is a nice comfortable bed. He looked at me and said, "Time for your Birthday Spanking.” “What!?” I said giggling. He said pull that cloth off of the bench. I walked over and pulled the cloth off and beneath it was a bath brush, hair brush, strap, and a dowel (like a thick cane). I gasped and said, “That is a lot for my bottom to take”

He said, “Only two are going to be used on your bottom and it is going to be determined by Rock, Paper, Scissors.” I replied, “How is that going to work?” He explained that we will play Rock, Paper Scissors two times, and the winner gets to pick something. I have no idea how the heck I lost two times in a row, but he picked the bath brush and strap. Of course he would, the two hardest implements. 

Then he leaned against the work bench and said, “Strip” I have to tell you that him commanding me to strip makes me weak in the knees. I gulped and peeled off my clothes. And neatly folded them and placed them on the bench next to me. He was smiling the whole time watching me intently like he was studying for an exam. “Put your socks and tennis shoes back on, baby.” He said. I put my ankle socks on and bent and tied my shoes. I think I felt more self conscience having my shoes on than if I was totally nude. 

He put a horse blanket down on the bench and told me to lay across it and hold on to the other side of the bench. I did and the wool blanked was sort of scratchy on my belly and breast. I was on my tip toes and he walked over and patted my bottom several times. He inspected my bottom, more like lusted on my bottom. 

He said, “I will give you a choice, which one first baby?” My mind raced and couldn't think of which one would be better first, so I just blurted out, “Strap!” He said, “Nice choice, I was hoping you would choose that.” Then he said, “Hold on Lisa, this is going to hurt!” I wasn’t ready for how much it was going to hurt. 

That strap landed and it felt like a flame shot across my bottom. The burn was almost too much and I howled. He stopped and said “As much as I love listening to you take a hard strapping, that is too much noise, you can’t be howling like that. The kids are only 500 feet away” I exclaimed that I couldn’t help it, that it freaking hurt. So with that he folded my panties a couple of more times and told me to open my mouth. That was humbling when he shoved them in my mouth and told me to bite down on the panties. 

The rest of my 43 straps were almost too much to take. I cried into my own panties. When he patted my bottom and said, “Time for 5 min in the corner” I reached back to rub and he said, “NO Rubbing!!!!” I flashed him a pout and walked to the corner and put my hands on my head. He walked to me and pulled the panties out of my mouth and said, “Thought, you could use a break from this.”

 He said looking at me oh my gosh your bottom is a mess. I wanted to look so much. He went to the house and got a mirror so I could look. By the way… while he was gone I rubbed. LOL

When I saw my bottom it actually shocked me. I swear I could see all 43 strap marks. It was a mixture of different shades of angry red stripes mixed with some purple. I couldn't stop staring. Then he signaled to go back to the bench by patting my sore bottom. 

It was hard to walk with how much my bottom hurt. When I got to the bench he said, “Open wide” and shoved the panties back in my mouth. I went over and held the edge of the bench. My bottom stretched over the edge and me on my tip toes. 

He told me that 43 was not an even number and I spit the panties out and replied, “No shit” he laughed as he pelted my thigh with the bath brush. And I jumped up and rubbed my sore thigh. “Get back into place baby” I got back into place and he continued, “So I am going to give you 21 per cheek and 1 in the middle.” I said, “I already got one on my thigh!” He said that was for talking back and shoved the panties back into my mouth. “I need to remember the panties in the mouth when I feel you should hush!” he said and I flashed him a dirty look. 

“Hold on baby, here it comes!” he said and my fingers tightened on the bench as the bath brush landed with a splat. I groaned and howled into my panties which muffled it. 43 paddles later I thought I was going to come unglued. He helped me up, took my soaked panties out of my mouth and hugged me tightly. “Happy Birthday Baby” as I blubbered into his shoulder.

He picked up all my clothes and told me that he was going to take the clothes, and move the truck back to the garage. Take as long as I need but walk back to the house nude. He was going to make sure the girls were still in bed. Just after he left, I rubbed and tried to look at my bottom. It was torn up. Then I turned off the lights in the barn and made sure the door was locked behind me. The light from the open garage guided my way. In the house I checked out my bottom and it was torn up. I am going to sleep on my belly tonight.