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Subject: {ASSM} Birthday paddy whacks {Emi Tsuruta} {FM+, exhib, spank)
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Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2008 08:10:05 -0400
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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 know a bit more about me and my
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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 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
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