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 Birthday Paddy Whacks

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
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   I guess the first time I ever saw or heard about 'paddy whacks' was at
Brandon's birthday party a few years ago.  Brandon is the son in the host
family I'm staying with here in California.  His birthday is in early
spring.  Brandon and his friends, Scott and Dylan, were horsing around
outside in the backyard, while Brandon's sister Jennifer and I were helping
their mom Loretta wash up after lunch.  I could see out the window that
Scott and Dylan had grabbed Brandon, wrestled him to the grass, and now
Scott was hitting Brandon right smack on his rear end.

   "What on earth are they doing?" I asked, as I picked up another dish to
dry off.

   "Birthday paddy whacks," Jennifer explained.  "You get one for each year
old you are."

   "Oh my!" I exclaimed, gazing out at Brandon squirming to get free.

   "I guess it is kind of strange," Jennifer laughed.  "Don't people get
spankings in Japan?"

   I thought about this for a while.  My parents had never spanked me nor
had any of my teachers, but I guess I'd seen articles debating the value of
'discipline.'

   "I've never heard of anyone getting spanked on their birthday!" I told
them, a bit shocked.  Jennifer and Loretta both smiled.  I knew that in
some ways they see me as a bit uptight, prudish even.  If only they knew
the truth...

   When Brandon and his friends came back inside, Jennifer told them how
strange I thought it all was.  Brandon glanced at me out of the corner of
his eye as he gulped down a glass of milk.

   "When's your birthday?" he asked, his eyes gleaming.

   "Oh no, you don't!" Loretta boomed, chasing him out of the kitchen. 
Brandon is pretty shy around me most of the time, so I wasn't worried.  I
guess Loretta was just trying to protect me.  It was obvious she didn't
approve of all this rough housing.

   The next time I saw my boyfriend Ryosuke, I told him the whole story. 
He got this funny look on his face.  I could tell he was getting evil
thoughts.  He already knew when my birthday was because we'd celebrated it
together the past few years.

   Eventually, my birthday rolled around, but by then, I'd almost forgotten
about the whole thing.  Ryosuke hadn't however.  Mid-afternoon, we were up
in my room.  Loretta and Jennifer were out in the backyard, Brandon was
downstairs watching TV, and my friend Satomi was on her way here.

   "Hey!  You know about those paddy whacks you were telling me about..."
he started, rolling up his sleeves.

   "What?  Are you crazy?  I'm not going to let you spank me!" I ran away,
thinking he must be joking.  Brandon was right downstairs, and could
probably hear us.  Ryosuke chased me round my bed, until I finally dashed
out into the hall and down the stairs, trying to get away.  Brandon looked
up from the TV, and Ryosuke yelled for him to help.

   "Here, grab her!  It's time for her birthday paddy whacks!" Ryosuke
insisted, almost catching me.  Brandon just sat there at first, but
eventually, he got up, and the two of them cornered me by the door to the
kitchen.  Ryosuke grabbed me around the waist, but when I tried to break
free, I tripped, and fell.  Ryosuke managed to cushion my fall a bit, but
he still had me.

   "Here, I'll hold her down.  You undo her pants," Ryosuke gurgled all
giddy now.  Undo my pants?  Why does he have to undo my pants?  Horrified,
I struggled to get loose, but Ryosuke twisted my body over, and pinned me
face down to the cold wooden floor.  I couldn't see Brandon, but it sounded
like he was just standing there, not wanting to do anything bad with his
mom nearby.

   "OK, you hold her down," Ryosuke told Brandon, easing his grip for a
moment as they switched places.  I tried to get away, but soon Brandon
leaned into my back keeping me pinned to the floor.  I could feel Ryosuke
slip his hands under my hips, and fiddle with my belt buckle.  Oh my god!
He isn't serious, is he?

   I squirmed this way and that, screaming for them to let me go.  Ryosuke
was breathing pretty heavily, obviously excited.  I still hoped he might be
joking, but soon he'd got my buckle undone, and started fiddling with my
zipper.  I tried to reach down, and grab his hands, but Brandon caught a
hold of my arms, and held them down too.  I looked back at Brandon begging
him to let me go.  He looked a bit torn, part of him knowing he shouldn't,
but the other part excited at the prospect of seeing me naked.

   I continued to struggle, but soon Ryosuke got hold of my jeans, and
pulled them down.  I couldn't believe he was stripping right in front of
Brandon!  Brandon had caught glimpses of me naked a few times before, but
never like this, so up close.  I prayed that Ryosuke would leave my panties
on, but soon I could feel him pulling them down too, leaving my bare behind
uncovered.  I was starting to lose it, getting all flustered from being
exposed like this against my will.

   "Quite the sight, isn't it?" Ryosuke huffed, proud of my bare bottom. 
My whole face was flushing hot.  I felt so violated.  Ryosuke's hand fell
smack on my bottom, making me jump.  It didn't hurt exactly, but it was so
humiliating getting hit on my bare behind in front of Brandon.

   "Here, take a swing," Ryosuke told Brandon.  Brandon hesitated,
recognizing that I was upset.  Ryosuke kept urging him on though, and soon
I felt Brandon's hand on my behind.  He didn't hit me exactly.  It was more
like he was touching me, testing to see what my butt cheeks felt like.  As
far as I knew, he'd never had a girlfriend, so this was probably the first
time he'd ever touched a girl in this way.  He seemed really excited, so
nervous his hands were shaking.

   Ryosuke hit me a bit harder, playfully still, but obviously getting a
real kick out of seeing me squirm.  I spread my legs trying to get up, but
they were caught on my jeans wrapped around my thighs.  Ryosuke saw what I
was up to, and grabbed my jeans pulling them all the way down to my ankles.
I was completely wigging out by then.  Loretta could come back in at any
moment, and Satomi would be here soon too.  I tried to reach down, and grab
my panties at least, but Ryosuke responded by pulling my panties and jeans
right off.  I was now suddenly naked from the waist down, sprawled out on
the cold dining room floor.

   Once I was naked, Brandon eased his grip, reeling back apparently in
shock.  I tried to pull down my t-shirt to cover up, but it wasn't long
enough.  I glared at Ryosuke, peeved at him for embarrassing me like this.
He had his arm raised getting ready to hit me again, but he hesitated long
enough for me to get up on all fours.  They'd both gone bug-eyed, staring
in shock at my pussy now that I'd stuck my rear in the air.

   "Iya, don't look!" I squealed, sliding one hand down between my legs. 
It was only then that I realized how wet I'd become.  I pulled my hand
away, staring in wonder at my own love juices slathered all over my
fingers.

   Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.  It had to be Satomi.  I didn't want
her to see me like this.  I tried to crawl away, but Ryosuke grabbed my
arm, motioning for Brandon to pin me down again.  Satomi was peeking in
through the window next to the door, trying to see what was going on, but
the dining room table was blocking her view.  Ryosuke placed his hand on my
butt cheek, not hitting me, but instead, tugging on one pussy lip, pulling
it open to show Brandon the pink of my vulva.  I was so scandalized I
finally wrenched my arm free, and scrambled to my feet.

   "Hey!  You still have a few more paddy whacks coming," Ryosuke cackled.
I had no desire to stick around for that, but I didn't want to walk out
into the living room bottomless with Satomi looking in.  She wrang the
doorbell again, making me even more nervous.  Brandon finally took pity on
me.  He fished out my jeans from under the sofa, and handed them to me. 
Ryosuke had grabbed my wrist again, but I guess even he realized this was
all a bit much.  He finally let go.  Hiding my pussy with my jeans, I
quickly dashed upstairs to the safety of my room.

   I was still in shock though, breathing heavily.  I couldn't believe
they'd done that.  I could still feel the sting on my rear, where Ryosuke
had hit me.  The whole thing was so kinky and strange...  but why am I so
excited?

   Soon, there came a knock on the door to my bedroom.  At first, I thought
it might be Ryosuke, but luckily, it was Satomi.

   "Emi!  Are you up here?" she called through the door.

   "Yeah, I'm here." I quickly tried to wipe the love juice off my fingers.
Satomi came in, surprised to find me bottomless.

   "What happened?" she asked.  I covered my face with my hands, mortified,
barely able to speak.

   "They were giving me birthday paddy whacks."

   Satomi didn't understand, so I stood up, and showed her my bare bottom.
Satomi's eyes widened in amazement.

   "Are you OK?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  I mean...  I'm not hurt or anything.  They just hit me
a few times."

   "They?  You mean Brandon too?" she exclaimed, even more shocked. 
Usually, I defend Ryosuke, but for once, I was as upset as she was.  "Here,
you'd better get back dressed.  We're having lunch soon, aren't we?"

   I stood up, and walked over to the mirror, examining my poor violated
behind for marks.  There was a hint of red down near the bottom of each
cheek, but actually, I don't think that was from Ryosuke hitting me.  I was
more upset that Ryosuke had done all this in front of Brandon.  Lord!  What
must he think?

   "Come on, Emi!  The others are waiting."

   "They didn't finish.  You are supposed to get one whack for each year
old you are," I explained.

   "Oh, don't be silly!  I'll protect you." She finally convinced me to
pull my jeans back on.  Once I'd caught my breath, we went downstairs, and
then out back to have lunch.  Brandon kept staring at me all afternoon.  He
was obviously still in shock himself.  At least this time, he was in the
wrong, so he couldn't tell his mom.

   Eventually, Ryosuke's birthday rolled around.  I playfully swatted him a
couple of times when we met up.  It wasn't quite the same though.  He just
laughed it off.  On Brandon's next birthday, I didn't do anything.  He
hadn't really hit me, and he had given me back my jeans.

   My next birthday though I woke up in a really strange mood.  Loretta and
her kids were going out, so they were busy getting ready.  Ryosuke had to
work all day, so I probably wouldn't be able to see him till late.  Satomi
and our other friend Asuna had offered to take me out somewhere, but
nothing had been decided.  It's hard to explain why, but somehow I felt
disappointed.  My last birthday had been different anyway, but this time,
it was like they were all busy with other things.

   I couldn't stop thinking about the paddy whacks.  I know this sounds
silly, but for some reason, deep down inside, I guess I wanted to be
spanked again.  Even with all the struggling and embarrassment, it had made
my birthday an event, a day to remember.  I didn't know what to do though.
I couldn't just ask Brandon to spank me.  Even if I did, he would probably
say no.  I had to provoke him into it somehow, but the question was how.

   I could hear Loretta and them rooting around downstairs, making
breakfast, and getting ready.  I nipped across for a quick shower, and then
came back to my room to decide what to wear.  I ended up pulling on a pair
of pink panties and a white cotton t-shirt.  Maybe this will get Brandon's
attention.

   Down in the kitchen though, none of them even looked up when I walked
in. I guess they'd all seen me in my underwear before.  I'd been hoping for
some kind of reaction though.  I wasn't even wearing a bra for heaven's
sake.  You could kind of see the shape of my nipples through the t-shirt. I
smiled at Brandon, but he just nodded, and continued to eat.  Even when I
sat down next to him, he didn't even look.  I guess they were in a hurry
and everything, but still.  So much for my theory that Brandon has a thing
for me.

   Slowly, another plan formed in my mind.  Since the three of them were in
a bit of a rush, maybe I could get away with an even more daring get up. 
Leaning down to get some cereal out of the cupboard I made sure that the
three of them all got a good look at my panties.  Then acting like I'd
forgotten something, I stepped out of the kitchen for a moment.  The
t-shirt I was wearing was an ambiguous length, but maybe long enough to
cover my pussy.

   Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I slipped out of my panties, and hid
them down underneath the stereo.  I checked the hem again, but without any
panties on, it felt awfully short.  Taking a deep breath, I went back into
the kitchen.  The three of them didn't notice at first.  Suddenly, I
realized I had to get a bowl down for my cereal, but I couldn't very well
reach up with them all looking on.  My t-shirt was too short to cover my
rear if I reached up.

   "Brandon, could you get me down a bowl?" I asked sweetly.

   "Emi!  Get it yourself.  They are just up there," he told me pointing to
the cupboard.  My heart pounding away, I waited.  Loretta got up to put her
dishes in the sink, and seizing my chance, I reached up, and grabbed a
bowl. I quickly sat down next to Brandon, but amazingly they still hadn't
noticed my bare bottom.  I was relieved in a way, but frustrated too.  This
was going to be harder than I thought.

   The milk was already on the table, so I stood up, and leaned forward to
get it.  I held that pose for as long as I dared, hoping Brandon would look
over, and see my bare behind, but he just kept on munching away, this
distant look in her eyes.  I guess he was still sleepy.  I finally sat back
down, all excited myself, but with no one to share it with.

   They eventually all got up, and headed off to get ready.  I put my
dishes in the dishwasher, and came out to the living room switching on the
TV.  There was nothing on of course, but it gave me an excuse to stay out
here dressed like this.  Brandong didn't come back though, so I finally
trekked up to his room where he was busy getting ready.

   "Do you mind if I play some video games?" I asked, carefully holding the
t-shirt hem down over my pussy.

   "Uh, yeah sure, go wild," he replied tossing me the controller, before
turning away to look for something.  I lay face down on his bed, a little
bit frustrated that he still hadn't noticed.

   Determined to get a rise out of him, I raised my arms high, pulling the
hem of my t-shirt way up, so he could see my bare bottom better.  I was so
nervous I was shaking, but I figured this was the only way to get him to
notice.  He continued to root around his closet, so I spread my legs wider,
and reached down to check if I was wet yet or not.  I could hear Loretta
and Jennifer in their rooms across the hall, but I continued to lie like
that, tempting fate.

   "I found it," Brandon exclaimed triumphantly, emerging from his closet,
holding up a baseball.  He beamed at me, but then slowly his expression
changed.  "What on earth are you wearing?"

   Pretending like nothing was wrong, I ignored his question, and held up
the game controller.

   "How do you work this thing anyway?" I asked trying to hide how excited
I was getting.

   "Emi!  My mom and Jennifer are just outside the door!" he warned.  I
looked back, but they were apparently still in their rooms.  "What do you
think you are doing anyway?"

   I grabbed his shirt sleeve, pulling him closer.

   "Spank me!" I whispered.  "Like you did last year."

   He looked all panicky, but there was definitely a bulge forming in the
front of his pants.

   "I...  uh...  I...  uh..." He'd gone speechless, at a complete loss for
words.

   "Here, quickly before your mom comes." I grabbed his arm, and guided it
down to strike me on the rear.  "Aaan!" I moaned, in my sexiest voice.

   "Emi, I can't...," he resisted.  I tilted my rear even higher in the
air, trying to get him excited.  He hit me, not hard, but I let out a
squeal of delight.  I don't know why, but this was getting me so turned on.
He hit me again a few more times, but my squeals were starting to get to
him.  His mom was right next door, and here we were engaging in this ever
so kinky play.

   I braced for him to hit me again, but his eyes had glazed over.  His
body started twisting this way and that in a weird shaking motion.  He must
have come in his pants.  Oh my!  Now what have I done?  Who knew he would
get so excited so easily?  Young boys!  I quickly got up, and sat on the
edge of the bed, legs apart showing him my pussy.

   "Oops.  Sorry!  I didn't mean to..."

   Brandon wasn't listening though.  He was still in shock.  It had all
happened so quickly.

   "Here, you'd better hurry up, and get changed," I told him.  I started
to undo his pants, but he pushed me away, embarrassed no end at what had
just happened.  I felt a twinge of guilt for having involved him in my
silly games.  I'll have to apologize later, but I felt relieved too.  At
least, I'd got his attention.

   I finally scurried back to my room, and shut the door.  I felt bad of
course, but I was too excited to worry about that now.  I frantically
dabbed at my clit, drawing little circles, dipping my finger in, slowly
easing myself up to orgasm.  Loretta called up the stairs as they left.  I
opened the door just long enough to say goodbye.

   Oh my.  Even I can hardly believe what a naughty girl I've become.

   Emi Tsuruta
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