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Ever since I can remember, Daddy always spanked me and my older brother on our birthdays. The spankings never really hurt. In fact, they were more of a game--like a play spanking. Daddy would pretend to be angry with his 'naughty birthday boy' who went and grew a year older without his permission. After a bit of playful wrestling, he would capture either of us and then make a big deal about baring our bottoms. My brother and I hardly ever got into any trouble and rarely ever received spankings as punishment. So baring our bottoms was just part of the game. Once over his lap, he would rest his hand over our then bare behinds and remind us of our misdeed (growing up) and then deliver a slap for each year, and then top us off with another slap 'to grow on.' The other brother not celebrating a birthday got to watch.
I never really noticed that I had stopped being a witness to my older brother's birthday spankings when he turned 13. I never really gave it much thought until today. In exactly eight days, I'll be 13. I had just assumed that my birthday spanking this year would be like all the others. The birthday spanking was between the men of the family as my Daddy had explained it to my mother. I had just figured that I would get my birthday slaps in the morning, first thing, and then continue to celebrate my birthday the rest of the day with cake and gifts.
Well, my older brother is in college now. I see him when he comes home, and I've been to his dorm room at school. We're pretty close, although he never calls me on the phone. Today, he called me. And he called me when Mom and Daddy were at work, and I was home from school.
"Yo, Squirt, how ya doing?"
"I'm okay. What are you doing calling now? Mom and Daddy are at work right now."
"I know. Can't a big brother ever call his little brother anytime?"
"Yeah, but you never call me."
"Anyway, I am now. And you'll be happy I did."
"Why?"
"You have a birthday coming up, right?"
"Yeah, in eight days. I hope you got me something good."
"Yeah, I've got your gift right here. Well, you know what having a birthday means, right? You and Dad have some business, right?"
"Duh. 'Who's been a naughty boy and grown a whole year without permission?'
"Well, it's different when you turn 13. That's why I'm calling you."
"What do you mean?"
"It was different for me, so I'm assuming that it will be different for you too."
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"Dad probably won't just give your bare butt a few slaps. You're going to get a real spanking."
"Why? I haven't done anything. I don't believe you. You're making this up."
"I'm not. I'm telling you the truth. When I turned 13, he told me that as I teenager I should remember what will happen to me if I screw up."
"But we never get into trouble."
"I know. You're a good kid, and so was I. There will be changes, though, going to a new school and all next year and...Anyway, it was Dad's way of keeping me on the straight and narrow."
"I don't know. I still think you're full of it."
"Whatever. I just wanted to warn you and all. And if I'm right, Dad will probably want to take you out shopping tomorrow."
"For what?"
"A new desk. . .among other things. If you want to, you can give me a call tomorrow or send me an e-mail if you want to talk.
"Okay."
"I gotta go now, little bro. Try not to worry about turning 13, okay?
"Okay."
And with that, I hung up. I hadn't really given my birthday spanking any thought until now. I didn't really mind having my Daddy see my bare butt and slap it a few times. The whole ritual was kind of funny. He'd pretend to be angry, but he'd be smiling. The swats never hurt, and we'd always be laughing at the end.
What could my brother mean? Why would he play such a joke? It was true that I hadn't seen one of my brother's spankings in a long time. In fact, more of my memories are of him watching my birthday spankings. Whatever. I'm not going to worry about it.
Daddy got home from work and we all ate dinner. After dinner, he told me and my mother that he would be taking me shopping tomorrow. My stomach dropped.
"What are we going shopping for, Daddy?"
"You, son, are going to turn 13 on Saturday, a week from tomorrow, and you need a new desk."
"A desk? I don't really need a desk."
"Oh, don't worry. The desk is not a birthday present. It's so you'll have a place to do your homework when you go off to your new school next year. Don't you remember when your brother got a new desk?"
"No, not really. That was so long ago. Or it feels like it to me anyway."
"Well, I remember it like it was yesterday." He grins.
Okay, so now I think something's up. I'm getting the sneaking feeling that I may indeed be getting a real spanking for my birthday, in addition to a new desk and other presents.
Daddy woke me up early. We drove to a local furniture maker. It took us no time to find a "student desk." I had no idea there were all these different kinds of desks. Anyway, we were all done shopping. And there was not a word about my upcoming birthday spanking. In fact, I would not have thought about this at all except that my brother had told me that we'd be going shopping and that this was somehow connected to getting my birthday spanking.
"We also need to make a purchase from the back room."
The clerk then lead us to the very back of the store. It looked like we were going into the store room.
"What are we getting back there, Daddy?"
"You'll see in a moment."
We walked through a whole warehouse of furniture. Then we walked past a whole bunch of saws and all the other tools used to make the furniture they sell. We finally got to a door at the very back of the room. Now I know why they called it the back room!
The clerk opened the door, walked in, and turned on the light. My Daddy and I were right behind him.
The room was filled with PADDLES. Paddles of all different sizes and shapes hung from the wall. Paddles used to SPANK bare bottoms. Now I knew that my brother wasn't pulling my leg.
"Relax. You're not in trouble. Yet."
"Why are we here? You haven't spanked me in years except for my birthday spankings."
"Yes, I know. One of your birthday gifts will be a wooden spanking paddle, which you'll help me break in on your birthday. Could you please give us a moment?" he asks the clerk.
"Certainly. Feel free to test any of the paddles you see here on Junior. We also custom design to your specs. I'll come back in a few minutes."
It was just my Daddy and me and the room full of paddles specifically designed for spanking naughty boys.
My father started to explain to me just what my brother had told me: I was now going to be a teenager. There may be temptation to start hanging out with the wrong crowd. Yes, he wanted me to feel free to experiment and to grow. And yes, he trusted me. And yes, he told me I was a good kid. He also told me he wanted me to know that he would be "firm" with me during these years and that I needed to understand first hand what that meant. He also said that he did the same thing with my brother and that his father had done the same thing with him.
"So, a week from today, I'll give you your traditional birthday spanking, bare bottom over my knee. But this year, you'll get the paddle. And the spanking with be a real one. With the help of one of these paddles, you'll have a cherry red bottom."
I gasped.
"You won't enjoy this spanking. But that's the way it's supposed to work. The "heat in your seat" will serve as a reminder should you be tempted to...be anything other than the well-behaved kid, I mean young adult, that you are."
"What about my birthday?"
"We'll still have cake and presents. You just may have a difficult time sitting for a little while."
He then smiles and cuffs me gently, telling me that everything's going to be okay.
"Why don't we pick out your new paddle together?"
Who would have thought I'd be in a paddle store picking out a paddle that will be used to turn my behind cherry red?!
I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. I was still thinking about all of this and how my birthday next week would include a real spanking.
"Well, son, I thought we could pick out a paddle together. If you want, I'll pick one. But I don't know how happy you'll be with my selection."
As he said this, he pointed to the college section of paddles. They were really big and mean looking paddles. Some of them had letters on them. I immediately got his point and realized that we'd be getting a paddle for me (and my backside) whether I liked it or not.
The paddles were arranged by size. My father told me that the largest paddles were meant for college students in fraternities. That was good as that ruled them out for me. There were still lots and lots of other paddles in categories marked "teen" and "pre-teen." Some were rectangular, others oval, still others round. Some had little sayings on them which I guess were supposed to be funny: "For the cute little dear with the bear bottom," "Applied psychology: Apply firmly." Others were descriptive: "Heat for the seat," "Butt warmer," and "Butt whacker."
I looked at my Daddy. He had in his hand a rectangular paddle which was about a foot long and maybe 3 or 4 inches wide and maybe a 1/2 inch thick. He whacked his hand, and it made quite a loud slap. He then flipped it around so I could read the inscription: "The Attitude Adjuster." He smiled.
"So, son, what do you think?"
I hadn't even picked up any of them. I was just kind of looking from a distance. I was still a bit uncomfortable with the notion that one of these would be making close contact with my behind a week from today.
"Why don't we look at the paddles in the teen category seeing that you'll be thirTEEN next Saturday? Why don't you just pick out a shape you like and then I'll do the rest?"
I nodded and just started looking at the paddles. My Daddy went to pick up an order form. Apparently, they like to personalize the paddles and help each customer get exactly what he needs. Anyway, my father said that the paddle would be birch at just under a 1/2 an inch thick. He also said that we wouldn't get holes on this paddle, but that we might on future paddles, if they're needed that is. He added that last part with a grin. I just sort of rolled me eyes at that.
I finally selected a paddle shape. I chose a paddle that looked a lot like a paddle-ball toy that I had had as a kid. I always liked playing that game. That's the reason why I picked that shape. Let's face it. I didn't want any of the paddles.
My Daddy finished filling out the order form. He asked me if I minded if he had a saying printed on it. I asked him which one.
"'For a cherry red bottom.' And then they'll put a picture of a boy over his Daddy's knee getting his bare bottom spanked cherry red."
"Okay, Daddy."
What could I do? Besides I really just wanted to get this over with. Thank goodness the clerk had left us alone. All this talk about spanking, and cherry red bottoms was making me nervous.
Right after I had that thought, guess who came back to see how we were doing?!
"I see you've made a selection. Our homage to the paddle-ball game. Have you tried it out on Junior?"
This whole "Junior" business was getting on my nerves. I had to say something.
"No. We haven't tried it out. Thank you very much."
I guess it came out kind of sarcastic. I'm not really a junior anyway.
It was right then that my Daddy decided that a test run would be a good idea.
"I wasn't planning on testing it on "Junior" because I'm confident that it will do the trick. But now, I see that perhaps "Junior" could benefit from a taste of the paddle."
"Excellent, sir. What position do you prefer? Over the knee? "
"Yes. Over the knee."
He sat in the chair that had been conveniently placed in the room for such tests of the paddles.
"I think you know what to do now."
I couldn't believe that my Daddy was going to test this paddle on me now. Me and my big mouth. I stepped toward him and started to go over his lap when he stopped me.
"That's not how I spank you. You know that."
"What?"
"Daddy has to bare your bottom so you'll get the full effect of the paddle."
"Daddy!"
"Don't 'Daddy' me or we won't just do a test run. I'll give you a cherry red bottom right now. Do you want that young man?"
"No, sir."
"Okay, then."
He then lowered my pants and turned me to face him. He then lowered my boxers just over my butt cheeks. I was thankful nobody got to see my privates. I then went over his knees.
The clerk had brought over the sample paddle and handed it to my father.
"On this model, a quick snap of the wrist is the best technique. You'll have a cherry red bottom in no time."
With that, my Daddy gave me two quick pops, one on each cheek. Before I even realized what had happened, he landed another pop on each cheek. It was then I felt the sting of the first two swats. Then I quickly felt the sting of the second two. He then gave me two more in rapid succession on each cheek. I wasn't crying or anything, but my butt did hurt. I could actually feel the heat in each of my butt cheeks.
"Yes. I'm very pleased. This will be perfect."
As I stood up, I immediately started rubbing my bottom. The clerk then directed me to a full-length mirror so I could inspect the damage. I was shocked. I couldn't believe how red my butt was with only a few swats. I was clearly on the road to 'cherry red.' My Daddy joined me at the mirror. Apparently, he was impressed as well. He hugged me sideways.
"Okay, kiddo, ready to go?"
"Yes, Daddy."
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