Absolutely.” I was still standing, gently rubbing my bottom. Rubbing didn’t help, but it was all I could think to do. Be aware though that availability may fall and prices rise if there is a major football match or music concert that weekend, so try and book early

I looked at the women, gaging their reaction. Madge was wearing a huge grin. Not the slightest sympathy there. I was glad to see that Gail, on the other hand, looked a little concerned. “You okay?” she asked me. My thirtieth birthday was approaching, and I was finally going to do it. I’ve had a fascination with spanking—with me on the receiving end—for almost as long as I can remember, and this year I was determined to take the steps to have my fantasy realized. Madge didn’t bother to grab my wrist or push my hand out of the way when it tried to intervene, she just moved her target out of reach down my thighs. If possible, those spanks hurt even more. Suddenly, Gail noticed me standing frozen in the doorway, and struggled to control her mirth. “Bob, I didn’t see you there. Madge and Kim came over for coffee, and we just discovered your note.” You’ve got to love the alliteration. I don’t think this hairbrush was intended for your hair, Gail.” All three women broke into peals of laughter.

No thanks, I can generate plenty of heat in this seat long before my hand gets too hot,” she said as she yanked my boxers down to my knees. “You did get him off to a good start. Pretty impressive colors in these cheeks,” she said, poking some of my incipient bruises. My wife and I held spanking parties once a year at our home, we belonged to a group of about 10 couples that enjoyed spanking. We met at each other’s home during the year, it was a lot of fun. Under the right circumstances, adult spanking can be an effective teaching tool. Now that I know I have your consent, and considering all those thoughtless little things you do that annoy me, you may want to be more careful in future. Spanking could become a regular part of our routine.”

Nonsense. It’s just a spanking. No big deal, unless you’re a little kid. Are you just a little boy, Robert?” Thanks for your answer, that should have been 480, hit the wrong key. I’m 76 now and still enjoy going over my wife’s knee, and she still allows a few of her girlfriends the honor of spanking me. So the old addage of never to old holds true! Today is my birthday, a time for celebration. It is also a good time to review the past and make necessary changes for the future. I looked to Gail. She was wiping tears from her eyes and trying to look sympathetic. I could tell it was a struggle. You’ve got the brush,” Madge said to Kim; “want to be the leadoff hitter?” The revelry in her voice made it clear she enjoyed her own wit.Madge steered me toward her daughter and practically threw me over her lap. The humiliation just seemed to be getting worse. Kim was what, eighteen? Nineteen? She couldn’t be more than twenty, and here I was, just turned thirty, put over the jeans-clad lap of this youngster for a spanking with a hairbrush. The collision of my past fantasies with my current, mortifying situation was beyond mind boggling. Don’t worry, boy,” Madge said. “I’m letting you keep your boxers while my daughter spanks you. Those won’t come down until it’s my turn.”