Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts has a brunch every Sunday and the her topics always get some very insightful and interesting conversations going. This week her subject was birthday spankings. Since I’d already posted about mine earlier this week, I thought I’d mention a few memories of birthday spankings past.

See that paddle in the pic? The packaging includes a pen so the paddle can be signed by whoever uses it. The text on the front reads:

Because a Birthday just isn’t a Birthday without lots of Birthday Spankings!

I have to say, I agree with their sentiment. Unluckily the paddle itself is light and isn’t really meant to be used for a good paddling, but they’re lots of fun for parties, as I found out one year way back before I met Dan.

That year I bought myself one of those paddles in a fit of self pity. My birthday was coming and there was no one special in my life. I figured I’d take it to the party and even though I wasn’t going to get a real birthday spanking that year, the paddle would be good for a laugh. Well, I was a bit mistaken.

I found that despite how some people might act the rest of the year, as soon as they spied that paddle among the party supplies, they couldn’t wait to get their hands on it and try it out on me. It didn’t matter if it was a gal or a guy, they thought it was great fun and were happy to give me at least a few swats before proudly signing the paddle.

The paddle itself was too light to give a real swat, but it was just fun! I was not only bent over, I went over quite a few laps for at least a few swats and that was good enough for me. I was amazed how many people got into the spirit of things. That party was quite an eye opener. The next time I was footloose and fancy free on my big day, I made sure to find another birthday paddle to add to the party supplies.

(Btw, you can find them among the gag gifts at stores that carry that sort of thing. Or do an online search for “birthday paddle with pen” and you should be able to find one, if you’re interested.)

I just thought it was funny how normally very straight people were happy to give me some birthday swats, proudly sign the paddle, and then pass it on to the next willing spanker. I’ve got at least two of those paddles packed away somewhere, and both of them are completely covered with signatures. Ahhh good times!

Luckily these days I have my very own spanker who loves me and spanks me whether it’s my birthday or any other day. But back then, it was a good thing to find out that the tradition of the birthday spanking was alive and well out there. Not to mention lots of fun!