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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 my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   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.  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 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 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 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.  He was trying to look normal, but 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 lost my footing, 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 looked
like he was just standing there, reluctant to do anything 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
slipping his hands under my hips and fiddling with the buckle on my belt.
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 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 go.  He looked a bit torn, part of him wanting to do the right
thing, 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 was
pulling them down.  This made me all the more panicky, but to tell you the
truth, I was starting to get a bit excited.  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.  This weird feeling ran
through me as my pussy tasted fresh air.  I was starting to lose it,
getting all flustered from being exposed like this against my will.  I'm
not into kinky stuff, but for some reason, that day, this all was getting
me turned on.

   "Quite the sight, isn't it?" Ryosuke huffed, sounding proud almost to be
showing Brandon 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 such a weird feeling getting hit on my bare
behind with Brandon watching.

   "Here, take a swing," Ryosuke told Brandon.  Brandon hesitated, all the
more so when I looked up at him.  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 it 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 done anything like this.  He just stared
absolutely fascinated by my bottom.

   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 in at any moment,
and I was expecting my friend Satomi 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.

   One good thing was now that I was naked, Brandon eased his grip,
distracted.  I tried to pull down my t-shirt to cover up, but it wasn't
long enough to be of much use.  I glared at Ryosuke, peeved at him for
humiliating 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.  Panicking, I scanned around for my
jeans and panties.  Ryosuke must have hid them.  I scrambled to my feet,
trying to get past the boys, so I could run upstairs.  Ryosuke grabbed me
around my waist, not letting me go.

   "You still have a few more paddy whacks coming," he insisted.  Ryosuke
nodded for Brandon to give me another slap on the rear, but Brandon shook
his head no.  The doorbell rang again, making me even more nervous. 
Brandon finally decided enough was enough.  He bent down, fished out my
jeans from under the sofa, and handed them to me.  Ryosuke was still all
excited, but he finally let me go.  I quickly ran upstairs to the safety of
my room.

   I put one hand between my breasts to feel my beating heart.  I can't
believe they did that.  I could still feel the sting on my rear, where
they'd 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.

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

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

   "What happened?" she asked, worried.  I covered my face with my hands,
embarrassed by how excited I'd become, unsure how to explain.

   "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 saw you like this?" she went on, even more
shocked.  Satomi always makes such a big deal about this kind of stuff, but
actually, I wasn't worried about that anymore.  "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.  They didn't finish.  You are supposed to get one
whack for each year old you are."

   "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, the day of 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 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 deep down inside, I guess I wanted to be spanked
again.  Even with all the struggling and embarrassment, it had made that
birthday an event, a birthday 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 bother to 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 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 didn't notice though. 
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 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 look
over, and see, 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 here
to see if Brandon would 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 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 forcing myself on him.  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
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/