My nineteenth birthday was particularly un-memorable. I was in the dumps. My birthday's in early February - my friends from high school had all headed back to college, leaving me at home. My boyfriend had dumped me months before. I had only started making friends at the community college I attended; I wasn't going to do anything lame like mentioning my birthday as if I needed some attention. Although, of course, I really did. I spent the night itself online doing spanking roleplay, getting half a dozen "virtual" spankings. I was such a loser.
In the year since, my life had turned around. I became good friends with Jan, got my first real spanking, met Nikki, which if you've been reading here, you know turned into a hot and sexy spanking relationship. I came out to my parents and friends, getting total acceptance. I had transferred to a four-year school, living away from home now for the first time ever. I was loving school, making new friends, becoming less shy.
One way or another, my best friends had found out how miserable I had been the previous year, and were determined that my twentieth would be celebrated to excess. It was to be a surprise, of course, so I learned about the planning only after the fact. The primary conspirators, as might be expected, were Nikki, Jan, and my best friend from high school - Beth. As was the case the previous year, my main group of friends were back to school, whereas everyone else was a pretty disjointed lot. Most of the invitees were still under-age, meaning we wouldn't be having the requisite alcoholic beverages for everyone if we went out. So the venue would - once again - be Jan's dad's house. I thought that Nikki and I were going over for a relatively quiet weekend get-together with Jan and Judd - small and intimate, but fun.
When I walked through the door, I was shocked. Everyone I knew was there. Jan and Judd, of course, but also Shane and a couple of the girls from the community college, Hector and his new girlfriend, my cousin Jerry and his girlfriend, a couple people I knew through Jan from my new school, a couple of the girls from Nikki's softball team who we'd hung out with, and then, perhaps most surprising, almost all my closest high school friends. Although they had just got back to school, they had made the trip back home for the weekend. All but Jessica - she was just too far away, but she called - twice! - during the evening to wish me a happy birthday and see how things were going.
We partied hearty - there was music, and dancing, and food, and cake, and drinks, lots of drinks. Jan's dad was away for the weekend, and anybody without a designated driver could crash right there to be safe. Jan had reserved a bedroom for Nikki and me.
The party was just starting to get in full swing when Jan stopped the music and called everyone together. As it was nearing midnight, if we didn't get through "certain festivities" soon, it'd be too late, because it would no long be my birthday. The obvious one was the cake. She lit the candles, everyone sang (if you could call it singing), and I blew them out. Fair enough. But then Jan said they had planned something else for the birthday girl.
Ok, so there's no suspense here for you readers. You know where this is headed. For everyone else (besides Nikki, possibly Judd, and, to a slight extent, me), it was a big surprise. Jan brought out a paddle - my paddle, my souvenir paddle from the jersey Shore, hat had ended up (for some reason!) at Nikki's place, and which was now in Jan's hands. It was time, she said, for Elise's traditional birthday swats - and everyone would get a chance.
Jan pulled a chair into the middle of the room, which she had me bend over, grabbing the seat. She had evidently done her research. I was wearing a short tunic top with leggings, so that when I did bend over, well, let's she say it presented a rather pronounced target.
"You gotta make these count, people," instructed Jan, who then gave my butt a good pop. "Ok, Nikki, you can go first."
"But you already gave me one," I objected.
Jan allowed that it didn't count, being only a demonstration. Nikki hauled off and gave me to give me an even more solid whack. I had taken far harder from her, but this one still got a little yelp. And then everyone else took a turn. Some of the paddlers were rather timid, giving wimpy swats. Others gave more serious whacks. With nearly thirty guests, I ended up with more than several "to grow on" or "be good on." I'm pretty sure a couple people went through the line more than once. By the time I was done, I had a nice sting-y bottom. Not as sore as I was used to, but it still gave me a nice high.
Then the music started up again, and we danced. And drank.
Later that night, I was in the line for the bathroom ahead of my friend Candace. When the person in front of me went in, leaving us alone, in the hall, she leaned close to say, "You like it don't you? I mean, really like it."
As drunk as I was, there was no doubt in my mind what "it" was. Busted! Why should I lie? I nodded.
"I knew it! I was watching your face. Don't worry..." Candace made a zipping-the-lip gesture.
So, my other secret was out, at least to one person, and I didn't care. At least not while I was in full party-mode.
The party went late, til three or four in the morning. Everyone had a good time, just not as good as I did. Later, upstairs , I got another private birthday spanking from Nikki, before we made mad, passionate love.