Daniel could hardly wait to get up out of bed and face the day. No longer was he a single-digit baby. Today he was ten, and that meant a lot to him. His parents had planned a birthday party for him and invited some of his friends. It was his first real birthday party, and he could hardly wait for it.
Before Daniel's party was to happen, he knew that something else would first occur. Something that happened every birthday since he was three - a birthday spanking. His father always administered birthday spankings to him and his younger sister and brother, thinking that it helped them start of the year on the right foot. It was just one of those superstitious family traditions.
He got up and took his time in the shower, paying extra special attention to his most private areas. He then dressed in sweatpants and a tee-shirt and made his way downstairs to the kitchen where his mother was preparing his special birthday breakfast.
"Happy birthday to you...," his parents began to sing, and he felt a little embarrassed and was thankful nobody else was there to hear their off-key duet.
Breakfast seemed to take forever. Probably because Daniel knew what was going to happen right after breakfast. As always on one of the kids birthdays, the family would gather in the living room, and there they would watch the birthday boy receive his birthday spanking. The thought of it mortified him, as it always had, but he believed that he should now be exempt from this specific ritual due to his age. Of course that was not going to happen.
"I think it's time for the birthday boy to get his birthday spanking!" his father finally announced, and the family made their way into the living room.
Daniel's mother, 8-year-old sister, and 6-year-old brother sat down on the couch while their father sat on a cushioned bench across from them. Daniel just wanted to get this part of the day over with. He wish it didn't have to happen since the humiliating ritual almost always ruined the rest of the day.
"Okay Daniel, you're the big ten today!" his father announced with a big, proud smile. "That means ten swats, plus one to grow on!"
He felt a very embarrassed, as the birthday kid usually did at this time. "Do we have to do this?" he complained.
"You know how it is son," his father replied. "First you get your birthday spanking, and then you get to have fun."
He stood there as his father slid his fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down below his knees. He then slid his fingers in the waistband of his white briefs and eased them down below his knees. Ah yes, all birthday spankings were administered on the birthday child's bare buttocks, making the ritual even more humiliating. For the first few moments his father proudly looked over his well-built, prepubescent body, and then he patted his hands on his knees. He lied himself across his dad's knees in the usual spanking position. First his father placed his hands on his well-rounded buttocks and spread them apart. He immediately felt his father's fingertip rubbing firmly against his anal entrance.
"Well, it looks like you did a good job cleaning yourself," his father announced as he looked at the tip of his finger.
Daniel waited with anticipation. He didn't like how his father always took his time during this ritual, making it even more embarrassing. He felt his dad's hand gently rubbing over his small bare bottom. After a few minutes his dad raised his hand.
SMACK!
The first swat landed flat across the center of his bare bottom. The birthday spankings were always administered with the same force as if they were being spanked for misbehavior, so this first swat stung him quite a bit.
SMACK!
"Ow daddy, not so hard!" he complained, clenching his teeth from the pain.
SMACK!
"Ow daddy, please stop!" he begged.
SMACK!
"Owwwwwwww!" he cried, finally beginning to breakdown. His father's handprint was clearly visible across his bottom now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He was really crying hard now, kicking and squirming over his dad's lap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He howled from the pain, his bottom turning a dark pink shade. His dad raised his hand for the final swat.
SSSMMMMMAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!
This swat was administered almost full-force, square across the middle of his little bottom. He screamed and kicked. His bottom was really sore now. He was lifted from his father's knees, and right there in front of the entire family his 10-year-old pee-pee stood up in all its glory.
"Congratulations!" his dad said, hugging the crying boy close to him. "It's all over now."
Daniel buried his face into his dad's chest and continued to sob. He hated having his family see him like this, especially his younger brother and sister. With this humiliating ritual now being over, he had the rest of the day to look forward to.