I was born in 1945, we had birthday spankings through out my school years, in grade school the teacher would walk the student up to there desk and pull them across their knee and give us one spank for every year plus one to grow on. After 5th grade it became more intense as the teacher would call you up to the front of the class where we would have to bend over the desk and he/she would take the paddle and give you one swat for each year plus one to grow on. After school the boys in the class would grab the birthday boy and take us out into the woods, the first thing was to pull down our pants then we were made to crawl through the old mill, as you started crawling through there legs the boys would stand very close to each other so it was very hard to crawl, each boy got to spank us pretty hard so by the time they were done most of us would be crying by the time we were through the old mill. We all went through this so what i got one time i would make sure the other guys got it when it was there time. What hurt was one time after i recieved a birthday spanking from my classmates i walked home with a couple of guys when i got home i walked into my hose and went upstairs into my bedroom a few minutes later my dad walked in and said happy birthday he then took me over his knee and pulled down my pants, he mentioned about my backside being so red i told him i was spanked for my birthday and i asked him not to spank me as my butt still hurt, as i laid there over his knee he it didn`t matter he said he still has to spank me for my birthday, as he started spanking me it didn`t take much to get me crying, when he was done he let me up and gave me a hug and then gotup but gave me one more very hard swat to grow on, i still enjoy my birthday spankings and i`m now 63.
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