Birthday Swats

     I always thought that the birthday person was the one who is supposed to receive the birthday swats...turns out, that's not true in our house!
    
     Earlier in the morning, I was given a brief but effective hand spanking and strapping. I haven't been spanked in a while, and it hurt more than usual. I tried hard to submit, and lie still and take it. I was a little surprised that he'd taken it upon himself to spank me. I hadn't done anything wrong, but he decided I needed it and he was right. It made me swoon just a little.
     About an hour later I complained about the bedroom being cold, and he said that my bottom must have cooled down from the spanking. I giggled and agreed.
     "Don't worry, I'll fix that. You'll be getting numerous birthday spankings today..."
     My bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. "But it's not even my birthday!"
     He gave me the look.
     You know the one. The look that makes your heart pound, and your tummy fill with butterflies. The one that makes you feel little and shy.
     "They're not for you." he told me firmly.
     OH my. I felt so small in the best of ways. I nodded and hung my head in an attempt to hide my blushing cheeks. I've gotten his 31 spanks, and many more throughout the day. This is the best un-birthday ever!



Happy birthday to my adoring husband, who goes out of his way every day to make me smile. You make me happier than I ever imagined I could be. Thank you for being you, and letting me be me :)