Everyone knows that with some people, birthdays result in spankings.

Jenny's boyfriend's 29th birthday was approaching, and she told him that

she wanted to give a party, and asked him what he wanted. She was

surprised at the answer. They both knew that he would likely get spanked

soundly at the party. That was understood from the start. She had not,

however, anticipated at all his request, and had to consider it.

Saturday came, and she presented him with the gift wrapped books and

compact discs that she knew he'd like, along with an envelope, which she

excitedly urged him to open. He unfolded the paper within the envelope,

looked at it, exclaimed, "How sweet! Just what I asked for!" and gave

her hugs and kisses.

Jenny treated him to dinner at their favorite steakhouse, and afterward

they went to Cindy's place for the party. Several of Jenny's friends

were there, some of whom her boyfriend had met, and several he had not

seen berfore, including Cindy. The first thing he noticed about Cindy

was her legs, which she obviously delighted in showing. Cindy had wavy

auburn hair, parted in the middle, that came down past her shoulders.

Her full lips, wide smile and round eyes reminded him of some of the

supermodels that he had seen gracing the covers of Jenny's magazines.

Cindy also wore a short dark skirt which ended several inches above her

knees. And those strong-looking bare legs were perfectly smooth.

The guests mingled. Anecdotes filled the air, laughter abounded at

stories and one-liners, and the guests consumed refreshments.

"Okay everyone," Cindy shouted to get their attention. "Before we bring

out the cake, we have some tradition to observe tonight. In case any of

you don't know," she paused while some of the women snickered, "the

birthday boy gets a birthday spanking. One swat for each year, and

possibly some extra to grow on! Jenny's boyfriend is twenty nine today,

and I'm going to give him his 'official' birthday spanking. But before

that, I want everyone's help in 'prepping' him for his real birthday

spanking. First, I want for Leesa to give him an 'unofficial' birthday

spanking. Leesa is just learning how to apply the hairbrush, and she'll

warm him up for the real thing. After Leesa is finished, I'll 'horse'

him while every one of you gives him three swats for good luck! Leesa,

please take your chair out to the center of the room and be seated."

Leesa was fairly tall, with long, very blonde, almost totally yellow,

hair. She was wearing a long dress and black platform sandals with three

inch heels. Blushing and smiling broadly, she placed her chair as Cindy

suggested, and sat down, her hands in her lap. She had a slight overbite

such that when her mouth ws relaxed, it appeared that she was smiling.

"Okay Leesa, you've done this a couple of times before," Cindy

mentioned. "Get your lap level, and pull up your dress in case there are

any 'accidents'" Leesa slowly pulled her long dress up to her hips,

exposing bare legs and thighs. She placed her knees together almost

touching, and her feet were about a foot and a half apart, with her toes

pointed inward. Cindy handed Leesa a sturdy wooden hairbrush and said,

"You handle it from here. Remember that all spanking is done on the bare

bottom!"

Her blue eyes twinkling, Leesa beckoned with her finger for Jenny's

boyfriend to approach. He came over to her, and had decided to test her

by not doing anything without her telling him. Placing the hairbrush in

her lap, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and tugged his jeans

and briefs down to mid-thigh. As soon as she did this many of the other

women hooted, hollered, and gave wolf-whistles. In a somewhat high

voice, punctuated frequently with a squeak at the end of a word, Leesa

told him to get over her lap. With a boner quickly forming, he did as

directed, noticing how nice her bare thighs felt. "You get twenty nine

swats, young man," Leesa squeaked, and started administering. It was

easy to tell that she was a novice at this, sice she did not swat very

hard, and also rather carelessly placed the swats. She counted aloud

after each swat, her squeaky voice giving him a raging hard-on. After

the twenty ninth swat, she stopped and looked at Cindy.

"Leesa, you can do better than that. Do the whole thing over again, this

time HARDER, with better aim, and hold on to him with your free hand,"

Cindy announced.

Leesa sighed, placed her free hand above his waist, and started anew,

counting aloud again. Her swats were a little harder and better placed,

and it was clear that she had a way to go before she developed a

commanding proficiency. When she finished, Cindy said, "Very good,

Leesa. You still need lots of practice, which I'm sure you won't have

any trouble getting. Now let him up and we'll go round robin."

Jenny's boyfriend stood up and Leesa got up. Cindy loosened and removed

the belt she was wearing, which was a good two inches wide, doubled it

up, and handed it to Leesa, who happened to be nearest Cindy at the

time. Cindy led Jenny's boyfriend to the center of the living room,

turned around so that he was directly behind her, and reached back over

her shoulders for his hands. She pulled him closer so that the front of

his shoulders were against the back of her shoulders, and bent over,

lifting his feet off the floor. Cindy directed, "Three swats, Leesa.

Then hand it to the next person!"

Leesa swiped the belt across his buttocks three times and handed the

strap to Tori. Tori stood to one side and gave three hard swats, with a

tennis-stroke follow-through. "Aaaaah! Ohhhhh! Oooooh!, "he cried out

when he felt Tori's forehand swats. Tori handed the belt to Jocelyn, who

gave three medium swats. And on it went, with some the women giving

extremely hard strokes, and others imparting strokes of medium severity.

When everyone had taken their turn, Cindy released the male, who rubbed

his reddened bottom.

"Now for the real thing," Cindy said as she took her seat in the chair

that Leesa had used to give him his hairbrush paddling. With her

beautiful bare legs a few inches apart, she pulled up her skirt a few

inches, and looked at him with a coy expression. "My ex-husband, and all

my boyfriends I've had, have called me 'Hard Cindy'" she told him, in a

voice meant for everyone to hear. "I don't have ANY idea why!" Several

of the women burst out laughing when she said that. "Get across my lap

now. Put your thing between my legs," referring to his boner.

"Leesa, come here, I want to tell you something," Cindy directed after

the male was positioned. She whispered a few sentences in Leesa's ear.

Nodding, Leesa immediately went to the other room. "Jenny, I think you

should hold on to his hands while I do this. I don't want him squirming

excessively," Cindy offered. Jenny came over and held on to his

ourstretched forearms as he lay across Cindy's lap.

"Get ready, now. Here it comes," Cindy warned, and placed a severe

hairbrush swat across his right bun. "One," she counted. "Aaaaugh!" was

his reaction to a hairbrush stroke that was more powerful than many

paddle strokes that he had received in the past. Scarcely a couple of

seconds later the hairbrush crashed down on his left buttock. "Two!"

"Owwwwwww!!" he exclaimed.

He then felt a pair of well lubricated hands palpating his testicles and

milking his rigid penis. Looking to his side, he saw Leesa kneeling with

her hands between Cindy's legs, intently doing Cindy's bidding. The

severe hairbrushing from Hard Cindy continued, each stroke more powerful

than he ever imagined possible with a hairbrush. He exclaimed loudly

with every stroke, at the same time intensely aroused by Leesa's expert

hands. After the twenty-ninth swat, Cindy paused while Leesa brought him

to ejaculation, milking his semen into a wine glass while he moaned and

wriggled.

When Leesa withdrew from the red-faced male, she placed the wine glass

that held the copious milky-white fluid, on the mantle. Then Cindy

announced, "And now, ten more to grow on!" and placed ten powerful swats

on his buttocks while he shouted and wiggled with each one. Jenny let go

of him after that, and he got up and rubbed his well-paddled bottom.

"Stay there, Cindy," Jenny said, and whispered into her boyfriend's ear.

He went to his clothes, retrieved the contents of the envelope that

Jenny had given him earlier that day, and handed it to Cindy as he

explained the situation. Cindy opened up and read the sheet of paper,

looked at Jenny standing with her legs pressed together, and then looked

at Jenny's boyfriend. "Okay, I'll do it," Cindy assured him.

Speaking to everyone at the party, Cindy said, "One more thing... I've

got something here I want to read to all of you. Jenny gave her

boyfriend a very special birthday gift, which is written on this sheet

of paper. It says, 'The bearer of this certificate is entitled to compel

Jenny to undergo an over-the-lap hairbrush spanking consisting of not

less than 24 strokes of the hairbrush. To be redeemed, this certificate

is to be presented to the spanker who will perform the honors. This

certificate may be redeemed at any time and I, Jenny, agree to undergo

said spanking as a token of my love.' Signed, Jenny."

Her eyes damp with emotion, Jenny spoke up. "I want to give him this

gift in front of all of you. I suggested that he redeem it now, and...

and... I want everyone to know that I willingly give it." Jenny walked

over to Hard Cindy's side, reached under her skirt, pulled her panties

down to her knees, and leaned across Cindy's lap. Cindy raised Jenny's

skirt up to expose her bared bottom. Jenny extended her arms in front of

her, and her boyfriend grasped them, knowing that he had to hold on

tight. To his knowledge, Jenny had not experienced the kind of

discipline that she was so skillful at meting out, and this was to be a

sort of initiation.

"Twenty-four swats, Jenny," Cindy affirmed. "I wouldn't be true to

myself if I gave them any differently than what I give to the others, so

they'll be just as hard."

Jenny nodded in assent. Cindy started Jenny's spanking. Everyone watched

the hardwood hairbrush descend on Jenny's firm, rounded buttocks.

Jenny shouted from the first stroke. She squirmed, wriggled, bucked,

tossed her head from side to side, and loudly exclaimed after each

subsequent stroke. She held on to her boyfriend as tightly as he gripped

her forearms, determined to give him this gift without regret. Jenny had

resolved to take the entire spanking without asking or begging for it to

stop. This was most difficult for her, and every time she felt the word

"stop" forming in her mouth, she instead shook her head and yelled, "No!

No!" Jenny's boyfriend, as well as Cindy, recognized that when Jenny did

this was telling herself not to ask for it to stop.

When Cindy released her, Jenny immediately stood up and hopped in place

for a moment, clutching and rubbing her bottom furiously, with tears

openly streaming down her face. Then she pulled up her panties and threw

her arms around her boyfriend, looking at him with love in her eyes.

Cindy served cake, ice cream, and pineapple punch. The hubbub of

conversation filled the air, with music playing in the background. As

the evening wore on, several guests went home. Jenny and her boyfriend,

along with Leesa, stayed and helped clean up. As they got ready to

leave, Jenny thanked Cindy for hosting the party. When they got home,

Jenny's boyfriend noticed Jenny's hands were trembling as she fit the

key in the front door. He was surprised when, once they were in the

house, Jenny quickly grabbed his hand and, almost running, dragged him

to the bedroom. She quickly shed her panties, unzipped his jeans and

yanked them down to his knees, and declared, "Oh God, I'm so HOT from

that spanking! I've GOT to have you, right now!" Falling back on the

bed, Jenny lifted the front of her skirt and guided him inside her. He

started to thrust. "Harder, dammit, harder!" she cried. Within a minute

of his brusque, pounding thrusts, she climaxed convulsively, and he then

ejaculated profusely.

After their breathing calmed down she noticed that he was broadly

smiling. "What is it?" she asked.

"After everyone cleaned up at Cindy's," he explained, "I noticed as we

left that the wine glass that Leesa milked me into, was still on the

mantle. It kind of blends in with the background, so it'll probably stay

there a while."

Jenny giggled as she pulled his jeans all the way off and rolled over on

top of him.