Tom and I planned a quiet New Year’s Eve party. We didn’t want to be on the road or with a crowd of people, so we invited Tom’s best friend Larry, his wife Susan, and Amy and Phil, next-door neighbors who had recently moved in.

Tom seemed to be looking forward to the party with more than his usual “you plan it, I’ll come” attitude. And I should have suspected something was afoot when he encouraged me to wear a short skirt.

Shortly after midnight and when we were all a bit tipsy, Tom wished me a belated happy birthday. No big surprise…my birthday was December 28th. But then Larry asked whether I had received my birthday spanking. At that moment, I knew Tom had put him up to it and what was in store for me. 

Tom sometimes spanked me to warm me up for sex…never very hard and always nude. And, of course, always private.

When Tom said no, Larry said, “It’s not too late. Why not spank her now?”

“That’s a fine idea, Tom said. Don’t you agree, Cara?”

“No, Tom, please let's not do that. Not now, not in front of our friends.”

“Come on, Cara," Larry said. "This will be a great way to ring in the new year.”

I never disobey Tom. So when he gave me one of his disapproving looks, I did as I was told. I bent over the end of the couch but I held on to my skirt so my bottom wouldn’t be exposed.

“Lift your skirt, Cara.” Again I did as I was told. Fortunately, I was wearing full panties. I was embarrassed but Susan and Larry had seen me in my bikini plenty of times. 

Tom gave me several medium spanks and said, “Happy Birthday.”

“Is that all?" Larry asked. "Shouldn’t she get as many as her birthday years and shouldn’t the rest of us share in the celebration?”

“Shall I invite our guests to give you a few spanks too?" Tom asked. "Seems like a reasonable suggestion to me.”

I didn’t respond. I knew he’d do it even if I was embarrassed or maybe because I would be. So, there I was, face down, bottom-up, and ready to be spanked.

Tom said, “Go ahead, Susan. You go first.”

I heard Susan say, ”Spanking through panties? No way.” She bunched my panties tight together in my butt crack so my ass was exposed. “This is better. Now we can give her a nice rosy glow.”

So she, and the others spanked my bare ass cheeks. No one really slapped me hard but one hand, one finger actually, did find its way under my panties. I suspect it was our new neighbor Phil.

Finally, Tom said, “Everyone’s had their turn, Cara. Stay like that for a minute so we can all admire your red cheeks.”

I was so embarrassed, particularly in front of Amy and Phil who’ll think of my bare butt every time we meet at the mailbox.

It was getting late so the party wound down. On the way out, Susan gave me a hug, reached under my skirt, and felt my crotch. ”Oh Cara, you enjoyed that as much as we did!”

It was true, my panties were soaking wet.