Subject: "The Birthday Spanking" F/f, F/F, cons, no sex
From: jenmoo33@aol.com (Jenmoo33)
Date: 23 Jun 1999 20:58:51 -0700

The Birthday Spanking

Here is another little story for you all. F/f, F/F, consensual, no sex, but lots of talk about it! Here is a story gentle enough even to show my mom... well, maybe not. At any rate, if you're not into spanking stories, go eat ice cream instead of reading this. If you're moved to write, send me an e-mail at secretgirl_33@yahoo.com Enjoy!

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I hated this time of the year. I always got crabby and moody. Julia, who had been with me for three years, was well aware of what happens to me around my birthday.

"Where do you want to go this year?" she said, and I grumbled.

"I just want to stay here with a pint of Haagen Daz. Why do we always have to go somewhere?" I snapped.

Julia grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I know your birthday is hard for you," she said, gently, rocking me back and forth. "That's why I always insist that we go somewhere. Because I know you will be in bed with a pint of Haagen Daz, feeling very miserable. Wasn't that your birthday routine before you met me?"


"So it wasn't very effective or healthy, now, was it?"

"Who told?" I said, sarcastically, secretly hoping to provoke her.

"I know you're being a smart ass just to get a rise out of me," Julia said. "It's not going to work."

I sighed. I could never get Julia to spank me when I was miserable. She always said that if I'm upset I need to deal with it- not drown it in sex. But I wanted to drown this with sex!

I sulked around the house for the next few days, and Julia kept leaving notes with ideas on where we could go for my birthday. I wrote back with the same words every time: "I don't care."

"If you're not going to decide, I am," Julia said at dinner.

I shrugged and mumbled.

"There's a cute little Inn in Provincetown," she said.

"The Cape? Really, Julia, it's the middle of the winter," I said.

"So this is the best time to go. The place will be deserted outside of locals and a few crazy New Englanders like us. I know there's a few restaurants that stay open year round and stores that are open on the weekends," she said. "It will be perfect. You and I can spend our weekend quietly, with each other."

"Ooo, bonding," I said, sarcastically. "What could be better?"

"I'll make reservations and we'll go," she said, ignoring my comment.

"Lily?" Julia said when she climbed into bed that night.

"Hmmm?" I said, pretending to be half-asleep.

"Will you tell me something?"


"What happened on your birthday to make you so unhappy?" she said. "I mean, I know it makes you miss your mom, but I've been with you through two of the anniversaries and you don't seem half as miserable as you do on your birthday."

As soon as she asked, I started to cry. I didn't want to think about it. Julia pulled me into her arms.

"I'm sorry that I upset you," she said. "Maybe if you tell me, you'll feel a little better."

"I've never told anyone," I said, hiccuping a little. She pulled the hair back from my face and stroked my cheek.

"Will you tell me?" she said, gently.

I curse your degree in social work, I thought, and then I giggled a little.

"What?" she said.

"Going to theraputize me?" I said.

"You know I do it to make you crazy," she said, kissing my ear and patting my bottom. "Don't change the subject."

I rolled over and put my forehead against hers.

"When I turned five," I said, and this was it. I was going to tell her.

When I turned five, I was playing on the floor of my bedroom with my blocks. I knew it was my birthday, and I was waiting for Mommy and Daddy to wake up. They both promised me a special day, and I was very excited. I built a huge castle with my blocks and was telling my stuffed animals all about what I was going to do on my birthday.

"I'm going to eat so much candy," I was saying to them, when Mommy came in my room and sat down on my bed.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl," she said, and I ran over to her in my little tee shirt and the panties that had little puppies and kitties all over them.

"I'm five, Mommy," I said. "I'm five today."

"I know," she said, "and Mommy needs to give you your birthday spanking."

I started to giggle. I wasn't afraid, even though I wasn't quite sure what she meant. I knew that other Mommies spanked their kids when they were naughty, but my Mommy never did that. She was always very gentle with me. So the idea of her spanking me on my birthday seemed very absurd.

"Come on, up, over my lap," she said, helping me lay across her lap.

I was giggling like mad.

"This is silly, Mommy," I said. "You're being silly."

"I know," she said. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I said, wiggling and giggling.

"One," she said, and gave my bottom a gentle pat.

"Two." Pat.

"Three." Pat.

"Four." Pat.

"Five." Pat.

I was giggling hysterically.

"And one to grow on." Pat.

She lifted me up and held me to her chest.

"Happy Birthday, my sweet little girl," she said, laughing along with me. She kissed me all over my face and tickled me a little bit.

"You're so silly, Mommy," I said, giggling and tickling her back.

"I let her give me a birthday spanking every year until she died," I said, softly, tears running down my face. "I even let her do it when I was in my teens, when I was too uncomfortable with cuddling. But she got a kick out of spanking me every year on my birthday and so did I."

Julia held me tight against her chest. She was trembling, so I knew that she was crying.

"That's what it is," she said, softly. "Every year you had that special moment to bond with your mother intimately."


"Through laughter," she explained. "With the silly birthday spanking game. No wonder your birthday's so hard."

I was surprised at how much lighter I felt by telling her. The next day, when we started to pack for the trip, I was in higher spirits and actually looking forward to going away.

When we checked into the Inn, we spent a little time playing before we unpacked. We tickled each other and had a pillow fight, but we didn't get too sexual. Julia was still worried about how "vulnerable" I might have been feeling. I still curse her degree in social work.

We had a nice dinner out and then Julia bought me ice cream. Haagen Daz, no less. We stayed up a little late watching a movie and then we both stumbled into bed.

The next morning I woke up to Julia rubbing my back, gently.

"Happy Birthday, love," she said, softly, when my eyes fluttered open.

"Don't remind me," I grumbled.

"Get up. We're going to have a special day, but first we have to do something," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" I said, sitting up and yawning.

"I have to give you your birthday spanking," she said.

"What?" I said, surprised.

"Come on, over my lap," she said.

"Okay," I said, eagerly, thinking that she had given into my need to drown my sorrows in sexual play. I lay across her lap, eagerly awaiting her firm slaps.

"Are you ready?"

"Boy, am I!" I said, feeling a tingle between my legs.

"One." She gave my bottom a gentle pat.

"Two." Another pat.

"Three." Pat.

"Four." Pat.

"Five." Pat.

She continued to count and give me gentle pats on my bottom. When she reached seven, I finally understood what she was doing. I started to cry, and then I started to giggle. I lay across her lap, crying and giggling simultaneously.

"Twenty-one." Pat.

"Twenty-two." Pat.

"Twenty-three." Pat.

"And one to grow on." Pat.

She pulled me up and held me against her chest.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl," she said, kissing my face. She handed me a tissue. I cried in her arms for the longest time. I loved Julia so much. I missed my Mommy so much. All of my feelings were smushed into a ball in my stomach, and I couldn't separate the sadness I felt from Mommy's death and the deep love I felt for Julia.

"Thank you," I said, when I finally stopped crying.

"Do you feel better?" she said.

"Yeah. Will you- spank me again like that next year?" I said, softly.

"Every year you want me to, Lily," she said. "Let's get dressed and go have breakfast. Then we have some more business to attend to."


"Well, there is the matter of your attitude for the past week, young lady," she said, firmly. "Don't think I'm going to let you get away with sulking and being fresh."

I felt the tingle between my legs again.