Message-ID: <57444asstr$1206101405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Emi Tsuruta <emitsuruta5@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <437791.55286.qm@web53303.mail.re2.yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2008 03:59:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Birthday paddy whacks {Emi Tsuruta} {FM+, exhib, spank) Lines: 499 Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2008 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/57444> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, emigabe Birthday paddy whacks By Emi Tsuruta Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. If you'd like to know a bit more about me and my friends and what we've been doing, please drop by my home page at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ 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 house I've been staying in while I'm studying here in California. He was still in high school then, and 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 slap 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 grinned. "You get one for each year of your age." "Oh my!" I exclaimed, gazing in horror at Brandon squirming to get free while his friends kept swatting him. "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 talking about whether it was a good idea to discipline kids this way or not. "I've never heard of anyone getting spanked on their birthday!" I told them still a bit shocked. Jennifer and Loretta both smiled. I knew that in some ways they see me as a bit uptight, prudish even. If they only knew the truth... When Brandon and his friends came back inside, Jennifer told them how strange I thought it all was. Brandon looked at me out of the corner of his eye as he gulped down a glass of milk. "When's your birthday?" he teased, 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 bothered by his crack, but 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. He was trying so hard to look normal, but I could tell he was up to something. 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 supposed to be on her way. "Hey! You know about those paddy whacks you were telling me about..." he started, rolling up his sleeves, a spark in his eye. "What? Are you crazy? I'm not going to let you spank me!" I ran away, acting offended, wondering what he would do. He's done these things before you know, so I wasn't all that surprised, but even so, I didn't want to fool around too much with Brandon right downstairs. Ryosuke chased me around my bed, out into the hall and down the stairs, the two of us giggling and screaming all the way. Brandon looked up from the TV, and Ryosuke yelled for him to help. "Here, grab her! It's time for her birthday paddy whacks!" he yelped, almost catching me. Brandon was slow to react, but soon he got up, and the two of them cornered me right near the door to the kitchen. Ryosuke grabbed me around the waist, and when I tried to break free, I fell over. Ryosuke managed to cushion my fall a bit, but he still had me. "Here, I'll hold her down. You undo her pants," Ryosuke bubbled all giddy now and out of breath. Undo my pants? No one had said anything about undoing the birthday girl's 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 looked like he was just standing there, a bit afraid I guess to fool with me, especially with his mom just out back. "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 slipping his hands under my hips and fiddling with the buckle on my belt. Oh jeez! He isn't serious, is he? I squirmed this way and that, kicking and screaming for them to let me go, half hoping that Loretta would hear, and come running. Ryosuke was breathing pretty heavily by then obviously excited by the thought of stripping me in front of Brandon. I prayed that he was just joking, but soon he'd got my buckle undone, and started fiddling with the 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 up at Brandon begging him to let me go. He looked a bit torn, part of him wanting to do the right thing, but the other part excited at the chance to see me getting stripped like this. I continued to struggle, but soon Ryosuke had taken hold of my jeans, and was pulling them down. This made me all the more panicky, but to be perfectly honest, I might have been getting a bit excited too. Brandon had caught glimpses of me undressed a few times before, but never like this, so close up and helpless. I prayed that Ryosuke would leave my panties on, but soon I could feel him pulling them down too, leaving my precious bare behind completely exposed. This weird feeling ran through me as my pussy tasted its first breath of fresh air since I'd pulled my panties on that morning. I don't why, but I was starting to lose it, getting all flustered from being exposed like this against my will. I'm not really into kinky stuff at all, but for some reason, that day, this all was getting me more than a little turned on. "Quite the sight, isn't it?" Ryosuke huffed, sounding proud almost to be showing off the soft curves of my bare bottom. My whole face was flushing hot with embarrassment. I don't think I'd ever felt so worked up, so violated. Ryosuke's hand fell smack on my bottom, making me jump. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was certainly a weird feeling getting hit on the rump with Brandon watching no less. "Here, take a swing," Ryosuke told Brandon. Brandon hesitated, all the more so when I looked up at him, begging him to let me go. Ryosuke kept urging him on though, and soon I felt his hand on my behind. He didn't hit me exactly. It was more like he was feeling the soft flesh of my buttocks, testing it to see what it felt like. As far as I knew, he'd never had a girlfriend, so this was perhaps the first time he'd ever done anything like this. He stared at my rear absolutely fascinated. I'd always wondered if he had a crush on me, and this just aroused my suspicions more than ever. Ryosuke hit me a bit harder, playfully still, but obviously enjoying seeing me struggle. I tried to spread my legs to get up, but they were caught on my jeans wrapped around my thighs. Ryosuke saw what I was up to, and instead of pulling my jeans back up, he grabbed them, and pulled them further down my legs all the way to my ankles. I was completely wigging out by then, because Loretta could come back in at any moment, and we were expecting my friend Satomi as well for the party. 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. They'd only hit me a few times, but now that I was naked, Brandon eased his grip, and backed away, still staring down in wonder at my bare behind. I felt so indecent. Ryosuke raised his arm to hit me again, but instead just watched as I struggled to get up on all fours. They had both gone silent, but I guess what got them was that I was making no effort to cover my rear end stuck up in the air the way it was. I could tell from the expression of amazement on Brandon's face that he must be able to see my pussy lips. "Iya, don't look!" I squealed. Ryosuke had obviously seen my pussy before, but for Brandon this was probably the first time. He looked shocked, astounded even. I finally put my hand between my legs to cover my pussy, and it was only then I realized how wet I was getting. I straightened up, so they wouldn't be able to see, dabbing gently at my hello kitty. I felt so utterly naughty playing with myself while the two of them looked on. It didn't last long though because suddenly the doorbell rang. It had to be Satomi. I looked around for my jeans, but they were nowhere to be seen. Ryosuke must have hid them. I scrambled to my feet, trying to sneak past the two boys, so I could run upstairs. Ryosuke grabbed me again, holding me still. "You still have a few more paddy whacks coming." Ryosuke nodded for Brandon to slap me on the rear, but Brandon refused. I guess he could tell I was panicking. Satomi rang the doorbell again, making me even more nervous that his mom might hear. Brandon bent down, and fished out my jeans from under the sofa, and handed them to me. Ryosuke was still breathing hard, but he finally let me go. I quickly ran up the stairs to the safety of my room. I put my hand on my breast to feel my beating heart. I can't believe they did that. I could still feel the sensation of their hands on my rear, Ryosuke punishing me for being a bad girl, and Brandon nervously testing to see what my bottom felt like. The whole thing was so kinky and strange, but I couldn't get it out of my head. I hate to admit it, but something about the situation had gotten me turned on. Downstairs, I heard them let Satomi in, and then I heard footsteps on the stairs. I wondered if I should pull something on, but I was still in shock, still trying to deal with my mixed up feelings. I heard a knock at the door, and I tensed, but then Satomi called out, "Emi! Are you up here?" "Yeah, I'm here," I called back, sitting my somewhat sensitive rear end down on the bed. She came in, and looked shocked to find me here naked from the waist down, blushing and out of breath. "What happened?" she asked worried. I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed, unsure how to explain. "They were giving me birthday paddy whacks when you rang." Satomi didn't understand at first, so I stood up, and showed her my bare bottom, covering my mouth in humiliation. Satomi widened her eyes 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 saw you like this?" she went on, even more shocked. Satomi always makes a big deal whenever anything like this happens, but actually, I kind of enjoyed teasing her a bit. It wasn't like anything dreadful had happened. "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. "Come on, Emi! The others are waiting." "I was just thinking. Maybe I should let them finish. You are supposed to get one whack for each year old you are," I teased. "Oh, don't be silly!" I walked back to where she was sitting, and lifted up my t-shirt offering her my rear. "Here, hit me, just for luck." I of course knew she wouldn't do it, but I wanted to see how she'd react. She turned away, blushing, offended by my indecent pose, offended by the suggestion. I guess this is silly, but the way she was acting made me wonder if Satomi might have lesbian yearnings. I am not a lesbian, but something about teasing her this way just tickled my fancy. She always acted so prim and proper. It would do her good to let loose once in a while. Anyway, she finally talked me into getting back dressed, and we went out back to have the lunch that Loretta and Jennifer had prepared. Brandon kept staring at me all afternoon, making me regret what had happened, but at least this time, he was in the wrong, so he couldn't tell his mom. Time passed. Ryosuke's birthday rolled around, and I managed to swat him once or twice while we were walking outside on our way to supper. It wasn't quite the same though, because he just laughed it off. On Brandon's birthday, I left him alone. It hadn't been his idea anyway, so I thought it would be better to just leave it. My next birthday though I woke up in a really strange mood. Loretta and her kids had this family thing they had to attend, so they were busy getting ready to go to that. 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 I felt a bit disappointed. My last birthday had been special somehow, but this time, it was like they were all busy with other things. Also I couldn't stop thinking about the paddy whacks. I know it sounds silly, but for some reason down deep inside, I guess I wanted to be spanked again. Even with all the struggling and embarrassment, it had made that birthday special somehow, a birthday to remember - my first paddy whacking. I didn't know what to do though. I couldn't just ask Brandon, and even if I did, he would probably be too shy to do it. 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 settling on just a pair of pink panties and a white cotton t-shirt. Maybe this will help Brandon remember that day. Down in the kitchen though, none of them even looked up when I walked in. I guess they'd seen me in my nighties or underwear enough that it was no big deal. I'd been hoping for some kind of reaction though. I wasn't even wearing a bra for heaven's sake, and you could kind of see the shape of my nipples through the t-shirt. I smiled at Brandon, but he just nodded absentmindedly, and continued to eat. Even when I sat down, and flashed him my panties, he didn't even bother to look. I guess they were in a hurry and everything, but still. So much for my theory that Brandon has a crush on 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 maybe just long enough to cover my privates. Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I slipped out my panties, and hid them down underneath the stereo cabinet. 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 were still ignoring me. 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 went up on my tiptoes. "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 quickly reached up, and grabbed a bowl. I quickly sat down next to Brandon, but amazingly none of them had even 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 finally notice, 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 to switch on the TV. There was nothing on of course, but it gave me an excuse to lean forward over the back of the couch showing off my bare bottom should Brandon decide to come back. He didn't 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 seemed more interested in getting ready than looking at me. Beginning to despair that he would never notice, I raised my arms high, pulling the hem of the t-shirt way up my back completely exposing my rear end. My whole body was shaking from the embarrassment, but I thought this was the only way to get him to notice. He continued to root around his closet, so I spread my legs wider, getting a thrill from exposing myself this way. I could hear Loretta and Jennifer just outside, but I decided to risk it just to see what would happen. "I found it," Brandon exclaimed triumphantly, emerging from his closet, holding up a baseball. He beamed at me, but then slowly his face began to cloud over. "What on earth are you wearing?" My bare butt still exposed, I ignored his question, and continued to fiddle with 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. Please!" My teasing was a bit much for him. I saw a bulge swell at the front of his pants. "I... uh... I... uh..." He'd been struck speechless, staring down in disbelief at my bare behind. "Here, quickly before your mom comes." I grabbed his arm, and guided it down till he struck me on the rear. "Ahhh!" I moaned, really pouring on my sexiest voice. "Emi, I can't ..." he continued to protest. I tilted my rear even higher in the air, begging him with my eyes. He hit me again, 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. His eyes glazed over, and I could tell he was losing it. His body started twisting this way and that in a weird shaking motion. It was then I realized that he must have come in his pants. Oh my! Now what have I done? Who knew he would get excited so easily? Young boys! I quickly got up, and sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart showing him my pussy. "Sorry! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." Brandon wasn't listening though. He was still in shock. It had all happened so quick. "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 guilty, sad for corrupting him just to satisfy my strange urges. I'll have to apologize later, but I felt proud in a way too that I'd finally got him to react, to sit up, and pay attention. I couldn't stop smiling. I finally scurried back to my room, and shut the door. I felt bad of course, but exhilarated too. I frantically dabbed at my clit, easing it up towards orgasm. Loretta called out they were leaving. 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 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ ____________________________________________________________________________________ Never miss a thing. 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