Josies 40th Birthday Bash - Spanking Party
It's the big 40 for me this year (15th Nov) and my
birthday celebrations started with a Kane spanking party on the 1st Nov, and
what a party that was...... I was a bit of a nervous wreck with over 40 people
coming along and a bottle of vodka with my name on it I did wonder if the day
would go to plan or would it turn in to drunken ciaos? I was also s**ting
myself cause in our line 'work' you don't get birthday bumps, you get birthday
canings!! Up to now the 'fear of Josie' has always put people off trying to
cane my bum but some how I didn't think I would get away with it this time. Now
I'm not living in London, I had to get up at the crack of dawn to put in three
hours of 'bird stuff', hair and make-up, trying on 20 outfits (and ending up in
the first one), applying fake tan (because I forgot to do it the night before)
and packing a over night bag with enough crap to get me through the 100 year
war (well you never know what you might need) and that was all before I had to
get the 9.30am train. By 11am I was in Paddington and hitting full on panic
mode so gramps took me for a coffee and half a packet of fags to try and calm
me down. Normally I'm a fairly chilled out person and look forward to the
party's but this one was really freaking me out and it hadn't even started! The
girls started arriving at 11.30 and by noon the venue was filling up and the
nerves where getting to me big time, I'm sure some people thought I had got
'senility' as a early birthday present. One o'clock loomed everyone had arrived
and it was time to start the party, so armed with my whistle (it's a power
thing) people took their seats and I took centre stage for my welcome schpeal.
I think I babbled on for about 10 minutes before Sam took pity on me and my
ramblings and positioned herself and the girls (Petra, Sascha, Amy, Kirstyn,
Donna, Ruby, Wynter & Leia) over the guys knees. My one and only
responsibility for the day was to keep time for the hand spanking round, Sam
was going to take over after that so I could get on with some serious drinking,
it was my birthday party.... I have to admit there was a couple of times I sort
of lost track of the time and got slightly confused with the stop watch but
like a pro I dealt with the situation and delegated the task to Abi and escaped
to the bar for my first of many vodka's. By the end of the party this proved to
be a very wise move I made, they say alcohol numbs the senses and I was banking
on it working on my backside lol. My good friend and spanking buddy 'symes'ie'
bless him agreed to take the party photos for me as I figured by lunch time and
a few vodka's down the road I wouldn't know one side of a camera to the other
and we could end up with 50 close up pictures of various angles of my face, not
very interesting I can promise you. Once everybody had spanked all the gorgeous
bottoms on display and I had consumed my 5th vodie it was time to recharge our
batteries (and soak up a bit of alcohol) with a fantastic spread of yummy food.
My nerves had calmed down by now, the party was going well and everyone seemed
to be enjoying them selves, the only moan I heard all day was from 'Bickers' he
was complaining that his hand hurt from all the spanking! Poor love... Sam and
Adrian had arranged a birthday cake (I so love birthdays J ) for me, complete
with 2 canes adorning it and luckily only 4 candles or the venue might have
burnt down and I would have passed out from blowing them all out. (The ol lungs
aren't what they used to be; now I'm 40 and all that). With lunch out the way
it was time to crack on with the paddling/strapping and I have to be honest
from this point things become slightly fuzzy. I was certainly there (I have
pictures to prove it) but I think I was certainly making progress on the vodka
front. I do remember my feet where bloody killing me, love the shoes but ouch.
Thank you to who ever said it would take the pain away from my arse later, it
didn't I just hurt in 2 places instead of one. Before I knew it the paddling
had finished and so had the caning, oh g-d time for the finale and we all knew
what that meant...............I drew a complete blank on the next 10 minutes
but suffice to say I ended up bent over a chair, arse in the air totally
shitting myself. Each girl was going to give me 4 strokes, but with 9 girls I
was 4 strokes short. Abi had left by now but Jo and Tash had come along and
were ready to step into the breach, what true friends! Now I had a choice of
who to pick and drunken decisions sometimes aren't the best ones but having
been on the receiving end of Tash before there was no way on g-ds green earth
was I was letting her have 4, sorry my darling if your reading this but my arse
just cant cope even with your 'light' ones, so Jo had the honour. Now 99.9% of
everyone there moved for a better view of my caning, (the love and support I
get from my guys is second to none lol) all except one, Mr oh my hand hurts
Bickers, he choose to sit right in front of me so he could see the pain in my
face with each stroke, and oh how he chuckled. Revenge will be mine Mr B. I
have to say all the girls where diamonds even though they took great enjoyment
in winding me up, I tell you they look bloody scary when armed with a cane and
as you will see by some of the pic's as much as some strokes where very light
there were a few that had quite a bite to them (they say it's all in the
wrist). I would like to say I took my 40 like a pro but I didn't I yelped,
squealed and swore through every single one, So much for the vodka numbing the
senses, the only senses it numbed was my brain, my arse felt like a lit sambuca
. I had got the 40 out the way and was ready for a very large drinkypoos but as
tradition goes there's always one for luck and I'm sure you don't need telling
who that fell to... yes... Tash, the hardest caner in living history. With
heart in mouth and my backside in terror I prepared myself for the worst, just
the way she stands scares me, all I kept thinking was "it's only one stroke".
How young and foolish I once was..... I eventually came down from the ceiling
(if you look closely at the next party you will see my nail marks up there lol)
to a huge round of applause and a queue of guys wanting to feel my ridges,
compassion isn't a word that sprang to mind at this point. As a after thought
as it was my birthday shouldn't I been given a bottom to cane 41 times? All
said and done I had a fantastic day and couldn't of wished to of spent it with
a better group of people, I loved every moment, some not as much as others but
the memory's (and the marks) will be with me for quite a while to come. My
backside has gone from resembling 'road kill' to mouldy green and I'm now
getting the yellow puke colour, not something I really find attractive but at
least the welt the size of the grand canyon has gone down at last. I do want to
thank everyone who came along to help me celebrate my birthday, I hope you all
had a great day and enjoyed it as much as I did. So one last time Happy
Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear me, Happy Birthday to
me. Hip Hip Horray, Hip Hip Horray. Thanks for the best birthday ever xx
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