So I woke up the next morning the day of my birthday, stiff and cold from lying naked on the hard kitchen floor with only a few sheets of newspaper under me. I had had a very disturbed night. As I lay there relieved that the paper at least was dry I remembered my previous birthdays. My dad as far back as I could remember had always taken the day off for my birthday and the whole day was organised to give me pleasure. We had been to places of my choice, great parties had been arranged for me and my friends. Everything had been done to provide me with a continuous day of enjoyment and treats. I had been showered with presents and money.
As I remembered those happier days I found myself crying as once more I realised those days were gone. I missed my dad so badly, why did he have to be killed in that car accident. I wondered what this year would hold for me and with the optimism of youth I hoped for something good. Birthdays were days you got treated specially nicely and although I guessed it wouldn't be as good as former years I reckoned for this day at least I would be safe from spankings and other punishments. Perhaps I would be allowed to wear some of my old clothes as a treat. I decided to ask my stepdad if I could wear my jeans for today at least. Perhaps my presents would include the return of my record player and records.
As I lay there I heard footsteps coming downstairs. It sounded like the whole family was coming down together. I heard them go into the lounge and then Timmy came into the kitchen and surprised me by wishing me a Happy Birthday and said I was wanted in the lounge. Naked as the day I was born, I followed him in and found them all sitting there.
"Come here David," my stepdad said. I went and stood in front of him. "Happy birthday son, this is your special day and so we have lots of treats in store for you. Now I know you must be very excited but I want to remind you, you still need to be good and do what you are told because I don't want to have to punish you on your birthday but I will if you force me to. So you will be a good boy won't you?"
"Yes dad, I will," I answered. I liked the idea of treats and was determined not to do anything to earn a spanking.
He went on, "This afternoon your mother and I have arranged a tea party for you and you will be given your presents then. First though we are going to put your cream on and give you your birthday decoration. Lie on the floor on your front".
I didn't know what he was talking about birthday decoration but not wanting to annoy him I laid down as instructed. I looked up at him as he got up and picked up the ointment. I knew it would sting but was determined to be brave. He put it in and around my hole and I felt the burning sensation. While I lay there I saw him pick up a paint brush and a bottle of green ink. "Now lie still the ink is indelible and I don't want to smudge it or make a mistake," he ordered. He knelt over me with his knees each side and sat down on my bottom.
I lay there feeling him drawing on my back. It tickled a bit but I held myself still as I had been told, trying to ignore it and the burning in my bum. He worked down my back and moved down until he was sitting on my knees and I felt the brush on my right cheek and then the left. I lay there wondering what this was all about but it didn't hurt and by the time he had finished neither did the ointment so I thought it didn't matter.
When he had finished on my cheeks he just sat there while the ink dried. Then he checked my hole and got up and helped me up. I tried to look over my shoulder and see what was on me but couldn't make it out.
"Go over to your mother and she'll read you what's written there," he said as he saw me looking.
Again I obeyed and went over to my mum and turned round so she could read my back.
"Well David, it says 'I am 13 today, please give me my birthday spanking' and on each cheeks it says '7 here please'" she told me. I spun round in horror and found her smiling.
"No," I yelled, turning to my stepfather, "I haven't done anything wrong please you said you didn't want to punish me. It is my birthday".
"This isn't a punishment its just a bit of fun on your birthday and to allow people to share your birthday. Everyone you meet today, if they wish, will give you 14 spanks, 7 on each cheek, that's one for each year of your life and one to grow on. If anyone asks you about it you must explain and make it clear that you want them to do it. If you don't co-operate I will take the belt to you. Now we will start with your mother, go and ask her to give you your birthday spanking," he directed.
I stood there hesitating not able to believe that I was going to be spanked on my birthday not just once but many times.
"Timmy perhaps you would go and get the belt as your brother seems to need some encouragement to be obedient," he asked. "I don't understand him the birthday spanks will hurt his little bottom a lot more when its been beaten by the belt but if that's what he wants."
As Timmy got up I realised that my stepfather was correct and I knew by now that he would carry out his threat. So I quickly went to my mother and asked her for my birthday spanking.
"OK, Timmy leave it for now it seems he has decided not to be bad," he said.
"Do you really want it," my mother asked. I knew she knew I didn't but I had to say yes.
"Now David you have to say it with more enthusiasm than that, some people might think you don't mean it," she said.
I was made to ask her several times until they were satisfied that I had asked properly. At their instructions I had to say, "Please mummy will you be kind enough to give me my birthday spanking on my botty".
"Now that's how you must ask anyone else, today," I was told. I decided then that I was going to spend as much time as possible in my room out of the way of other people for that day.
My mother put me across her knee and gave me 7 spanks on my left cheek and then 7 on the right. They weren't too painful as she didn't hit as hard as I knew she could but they stung a little.
Once I was on my feet, I had to go across to Jane and request the same from her. She as I expected did little more than pat me 7 times on each cheek. Elizabeth went next and she again appeared to want to make up for her sister's kindness by smacking hard. Although she was only a year older than me and a girl she played lots of tennis and really made me smart. As I'm sure you can guess Alice and Timmy also gave it their best shots and by the time I went back to my stepfather I was feeling warm. As I climbed up on his knee we all heard the milkman delivering the milk. "Will you go and speak to him dear," he asked my mother?
My mother agreed and went to the front door while Dad gave me 7 on my left cheek. He took his time and although he wasn't hitting as hard as when he had punished me other times they were no pats. Each slap produced a loud report and a real sting to my cheek. As he started on the right cheek my mother came back in with the milkman. This was the first time I had met this man that came to our house everyday except Sunday and here he was seeing me naked over my stepdad's lap with a reddening bum and green writing over my back and cheeks.
"The milkman wants to wish David a happy birthday," mum announced.
"That's very nice of you," dad said, "Almost finished". With that he gave me the sixth and seventh on my right cheek which were harder than the ones that went before. I was lifted up and sent over to the milkman who wished me a very happy birthday. I thought to myself he must be joking but I didn't say it as I knew it would only make things worse so I just thanked him.
"Ask him for your birthday spanking," my stepdad ordered.
So I had to ask this stranger to give me a birthday spanking. He like most I was to meet that day and future birthdays was not at all reluctant to grant me my "wish". Soon I was across his knees and his big hand was working on my cheeks. When I had received the 14 I was stood up and I had to thank him and he went on his way whistling cheerily.
I was told to go and have a pee in the garden and then go for a wash and then to come down for breakfast. I timidly raised the question of clothes but was told my mother would find me something later but as it was my birthday I would spend the morning in my birthday suit.
Luckily I was once again unobserved peeing in the garden but I wondered how long I was going to have to continue using it. The enema and the fact that I hadn't eaten much yesterday meant I didn't need to do anything else. I was pleased about that but I did worry about the future. I ran upstairs and washed and then joined my family for breakfast. The meal went OK apart from the postman arriving and while he brought me some cards from relatives, a couple with money in, he also wanted to wish me a happy birthday after speaking to my stepfather. So another stranger spanked me and left whistling happily. The paper boy also was pleased to join us and wish me a happy birthday in the same way. He told us all that it was his 13th birthday last month and he was jolly glad he hadn't had to be spanked but he liked giving spankings.
That morning I didn't have to do any chores but had to stay downstairs reading a book. This activity was interrupted on a number of occasions by tradesmen or other callers who all were invited in to wish me a Happy Birthday which always included the birthday spanking. Not one person refused the opportunity and they all seemed to find it a most amusing custom. Some spanked lightly treating it as a joke for which I was grateful because I was beginning to get quite tender back there. Others seemed to put everything in it, the worst that morning were the two window cleaners who had their sons with them. The boys were about my age but much bigger, helping their fathers on their school holidays. They all smacked with enthusiasm and getting 56 hard spanks from the four of them in such a short time really got my tail ablaze. The boys were invited by my stepfather to sit and play cards with me while their fathers did the windows as he explained I had no friends in the area yet. I have to say I didn't find them the best of company as they only seemed to want to laugh about my predicament and comment on my body in a very personal way. My red bum was commented on as well as the size of my privates and my lack of hair down there. I was pleased when their fathers had completed their work and the card game could end. As they were about to depart one suggested to my stepfather that I should join their sons' scout group as that would be a good way for me to meet other boys, an idea that appealed to him a lot more than me if these 2 were an example of the kind of boy I would meet. They agreed to get the scout leader to contact my stepfather so I could be enrolled. It seemed this was another thing I was to have no say in.
After lunch Timmy, who had been out all morning, asked if he could take me out to play with his friends. Permission was granted despite my request to be allowed to stay in and read my book but we were both told to be back by 4.00pm so I could welcome my guests to my birthday tea. I was given my Red Indian loin cloth to wear and sandals and we departed with my stepfather's warning ringing in my ear that if Timmy reported that I had not done what he said or didn't take my birthday spanking from anyone I would get the belt when I got home birthday or no birthday.
The first call was to Andy's house. We were greeted by his mother and sister who invited us in to wait as Andy had just gone down the shop for something. His sister was 12 and they both were highly amused by my attire. As I walked past them they saw my back and the girl said, "Gosh mummy, Timmy wasn't lying, he really does want a birthday spanking".
"Is that true, David," asked Andy's mum, "Would you like us to give you a birthday spanking?"
"Er er," I didn't know what to say, of course I didn't want them to spank me but with Timmy there I knew I couldn't say no. "Um dad said anyone could if they want to," I said hoping they would get the message that this was not something I wanted.
I don't know if they would have taken the hint but Timmy butted in, "And you want them to as well don't you Davey," he said threateningly.
The fear of that belt which I had felt for the first time yesterday made me answer, "Yes I'd like you to as well".
"OK I'll go first and show Susan how to do it," she offered. She sat down and I went across her knee. She turned the back of the loin cloth up baring my cheeks to her gaze. "Oh how helpful it tells us how many to give," she laughed as she rubbed my backside. She then gave me 7 moderate slaps to my right cheek and then 7 to the left. "I'll hold him Susan while you give him yours," she offered. Susan came close and repeated the dose. Standing up she took a big swing for each slap and they hurt more than her mum's causing me to yelp on the last couple on each cheek. "Oh Susan you were hard on him, it was only a birthday spanking," she said, "I'll have to make it better". With this she rubbed and stroked my cheeks again moving them around. While she was doing this Andy arrived back from the shops and of course wanted his turn so still over his mother's lap I received another 14 slaps almost as hard as his sister's. After a bit more rubbing I was allowed to get up and the three of us set off.
We called for two other boys and the events were repeated at both houses so by the time the gang was assembled I was really smarting. There was lots of whispering and giggling as we went along, something I had learnt meant no good for me. I asked where we were going, to be told by Timmy, "You'll find out". We walked down a track until we came to what looked like a derelict shack. "OK David when the man comes to the door ask him to give you your birthday spanking," Timmy ordered with a giggle.
"Please Timmy, who is it, why do I have to," I whined hating myself for being so weak afraid to obey but afraid to refuse.
"Its Old Smelly," he replied grinning, "He'll enjoy giving you your spanking, he likes boys and you have to because dad said so or you get the belt".
The four boys shoved and pulled me down what once must have been a path but was now overgrown. As I was dragged towards the door I pleaded with them hoping this was just a trick and they would let me go or perhaps no one lived here and Old Smelly was just made up to scare me. When we got to the door Timmy started banging on the door while the other 3 held me. Again I had time to hope that there was no one there as the place looked deserted but then this old angry voice could be heard demanding we leave him alone. Timmy ignored this and continued banging and we heard the voice coming nearer. As the door started to open the other three shoved me forward and Timmy tripped me up. As I fell forward I was aware of the others running away. I fell into the house as the door swung open and I was grabbed by Old Smelly. I don't know how old he was but he lived up to the other part of his name. He stunk, his clothes were old and filthy and he was unshaven. He had hold of my arm and I couldn't get away.
"What do you want," he shouted, pulling me up, close to him. His breath smelled of drink and I felt sick being that close to him. I couldn't speak as he pulled me close to him, his clothes were rough against my bare skin. He stood there with his arms round me so I couldn't move breathing on me. "Well what do we have here," he chuckled running his hands over my chest and belly, "So what do you want".
"He wants his birthday spanking," Timmy called out from the safety of the track.
"So you want old Tom to give you your birthday spanking, do you," he said, "OK my darling you come inside and I'll soon warm your arse up".
Without waiting for an answer from me he dragged me inside shutting the door. Inside the house was even more filthy than he was, there was rubbish all over the place and broken bits of furniture. He sat down on something that must have once been a sofa but now was just piles of horse hair covered by some bits of cloth. Not giving me a chance to escape he pulled me across his lap. He turned the back of my loin cloth up over my back and started to stroke my cheeks, he pulled my legs apart and felt my balls and front. He was rough and his clothes and horse hair made my skin itch.
"Please just give me my spanking, mister and let me go," I said.
"What's your hurry boy," he said, "Old Tom doesn't get to have a pretty young boy over his knees often".
"Please I have to go, I have to get back for my party," I begged, "My mum will be worried".
"OK sonny, don't worry I'll let you go soon but first your spanking". with that he started spanking my cheeks, he didn't concentrate on one but just slapped away. I was counting but he went past 14.
"Hey mister, it says 7 on each cheek," I said.
"Oh I haven't got me reading glasses, well you better count them out for me cos my maths ain't too good".
So I had to take another 14 from him counting them out loud. It didn't occur to me that if he couldn't count I could lie and get less, I foolishly counted properly. When I got to seven for the second time he sat me on his lap and started to run his hands over me. "Please Mister I've got to go, I've had my spanking," I pleaded.
"Well now you can do something for Old Tom," he said and while he held me with one hand I could feel his other hand under me, I realised he was undoing his trousers. I struggled but he was a strong man. "You hold on there boy, I know you want it, coming to see Old Tom nearly nekkid and asking to be spanked. I know what boys like you want". He stood up lifting me up and pushed his trousers down then sat me down on top of him again. He took my hand and placed it on his _c_o_c_k_, "Now you rub that nicely". He held my hand on it and started moving it up and down. I was surprised at the size of it as I had never seen a grown up's _c_o_c_k_ before and I felt really sick at having to touch it. I knew it was wrong same as having people touching mine. The last month lots of people had touched mine and my new stepdad had let them and now here was I sitting on this filthy man's knee and he was making me touch him. His other hand then grabbed my hair and twisted my head and he put his mouth over mine and started to kiss me. Before I realised it he had shoved his tongue in my mouth and in horror I reacted and bit him.
He yelled and both his hands released me as he screamed in pain. I was off his lap in an instance and making a run for the door. He was quick and almost caught me but fortunately his trousers round his ankles tripped him up and I was able to open the door and escape down the path. I rushed past the four boys who had been waiting outside and ran back down the track. When I was sure I was safe and old Tom or Smelly, whichever he was called, wasn't coming after me I threw myself down on the bank. The next minute I was being sick. I was still emptying my stomach when the others arrived.
"Didn't you like old Smellie," said Timmy, "Perhaps that's why everyone is told not to go to his place but you're not good at doing what you are told are you?" With this he burst into laughter which Andy joined in with him but as I looked up the other two boys looked rather shocked at the state of me.
"OK lets get going we will have to go back soon for the party and then you will get your presents. I bet you are going to like them, especially mine and Alice's," the way he said it I knew I wouldn't but how birthday presents could be bad I didn't know.
We walked back along the path until Andy asked Timmy, "Can I give him another birthday spanking, I didn't give him as hard as I could cos my mum was there".
"OK," Timmy said, "We'll all have another turn and see who can spank him the hardest, he can be the judge".
"No," I said, "Your dad said each person would only give me one spanking".
I was glad to see this made Timmy hesitate so I pressed my advantage and told him I would tell on him if he tried. Andy tried to persuade him but I could see Timmy was not going to disobey his dad.
"Lets go down to the rec. then," Timmy said. Again he and Andy were whispering and giggling with the other 2 boys as we walked along.
"Don't you think he's had enough," said Michael the one who had seemed the most shocked earlier.
"No, if he doesn't want us to have a second turn its his own fault," Timmy replied.
When we arrived at the rec. there were a group of boys playing football, there were about a dozen of them and they had put jumpers down for goal posts. They looked to be at least a couple of years older than me. As Andy went over to them I realised what was planned. "Please Timmy you four can spank me again I won't say anything, call him back," I begged.
"No you had your chance and now you are trying to get me to disobey my dad, that is naughty," he crowed.
Andy by now was talking to one of the goalies and pointing over to us as we continued to walk towards them. He called his mates over. By the time we arrived they were all standing in a group. "Turn round," the goalie said. I turned round and they read my back. "The kid was telling the truth, well we better do what you ask, hadn't we".
"Which school do you go to," asked another, "I ain't seen you at ours".
"He goes to Hamer Hall," Tim answered before I could say a word as up to then I hadn't heard the name of my new school.
"Oh does he," said the goalie, "he's one of those snobs. We hate your sort looking down your nose at us. Well we're going to enjoy spanking a Hamer Hall boy. OK who wants to go first?"
The boys took me over to a bench and made me bend over the back and Timmy bared my bum. Then they lined up and one after the other they gave me the required number on my cheeks. They certainly didn't hold back and after the first few I couldn't hold back my tears. This led to much teasing and name calling. When they had all had a go they went back to their football offering to spank me anytime I wanted them to and left me to painfully make my way back home. Andy accompanied Timmy and I into the house while the other two boys left us at the end of our road.
When we went through the kitchen door my stepfather pounced, "You're late and look at the state of you". I looked at my loin cloth it did look dirty which was hardly surprising with what I had been through. "Right I told you what would happen if you didn't look after your clothes, well tomorrow you can wear your punishment loin cloth".
While I hated the idea of wearing that scratchy thing tomorrow at least I thought it wasn't today. "Right take it off," he ordered, "and then have a wash, we don't have much time before the first guests arrive".
I removed the loin cloth and went towards the stairs, "No use the kitchen sink" he ordered. While I stood at the kitchen sink washing myself he checked me out. "Seems like quite a few people wanted to wish you Happy Birthday," he chuckled as he felt my tender cheeks, "Well there will be a few more coming soon. I want you standing by the front door so when they arrive they can give you your birthday spanking. I will let them in and you will present your back to them, when they have read what to do you will bend over and grasp your ankles, feet wide apart and you will hold that position until I tell you to stand when you will resume your position by the front door until the next guest arrives".
He handed me a small towel to dry with and then he took me out to stand by the front door. He made me bend over and moved my legs wide apart. It felt like I was doing the splits before he was satisfied with my position. He made me repeat it several times. When he was satisfied I knew what to do he left me standing by the door. I had only been standing there a couple of minutes when the bell rang. My stepdad came and opened the door wide and in walked Gordon. I turned my back to him and he read out what was written there. I then bent over and grasped my ankles, he let me have fourteen good slaps. He chatted politely with my stepfather while I remained bent over. Finally he went in to see Elizabeth and I was allowed to stand and resume my position by the door.
Next Mr Pope arrived. His slaps weren't very hard but as the men stood chatting with me bent over his hands explored. He felt my hole and his fingers rubbed my willy which made it stiff. They both talked as if I wasn't there and my stepfather didn't seem to notice what Mr Pope was doing.
While they were still talking the bell went again. My stepfather made me return to my position and then opened the door. The next guest was the doctor who read my back but as I bent over remarked on the state of my willy. "Well it seems the boy likes having his bum spanked, eh John. That reminds me we never did take that sample to see if he can make sperm. Bring him down another time and I'll do it then". He felt my balls and rubbed my _c_o_c_k_ before giving me the 14 slaps. These were about the same strength as Gordon's.
I had a bit of a wait for the next guest who turned out to be Mr Davis the tailor. He had hardly finished when Mr Palmer the PE teacher arrived who confirmed my earlier impression of his strength as he hit me the hardest of anyone that day. It appeared as if that was the last expected guest because I was taken into the lounge where everyone was waiting and we all sat down to tea. I must admit that the tea was excellent and although I was sore I sat there enjoying my food and pleased to be mainly covered by the table cloth. The only problem was I sat between Mr Pope and Mr Davis who both spent nearly all the time with one hand under the table touching some part of my body. Finally the cake was brought in with 13 candles lit. After blowing them out and making a wish which unfortunately never came true or Timmy and his dad would have been lying on the floor stone dead there and then I was informed it was present time.