Ted Mosby ran his hand through his hair, yawning. He had just woken up, and he stepped out of his room, still wearing his pajamas, walking toward his couch. He flopped down onto it, and groggily grabbed the remote, turning the TV on, and flipping through channels. Today was his 33rd birthday, but he didn't have any plans until later in the day, so he planned to relax until then. At least, until there was a knock on the door. He blinked, not expecting a visit this early, but walked to the door and opened it.
"Hey Ted! Happy Birthday, dude!" Barney Stinson, one of his best friends exclaimed, patting him on the shoulder. Marshall Erikson, another of his friends smiled. "Yeah, Ted. Happy Birthday. Ted chuckled. "Thanks, guys. Why are you here so early, weren't we supposed to meet at the bar in, like, five hours?" he asked, inviting the two men in, as all three sat on the couch. Barney nodded. "Yes, but we decided that it would be better to do what we are planning in private." he said, turning towards Ted with a smirk.
Ted looked at him confused. "Uhm... that smirk isn't exactly assuring..." the architect pointed out. "What he means is, we have to follow tradition, and you probably would rather do it here." Marshall chimed in. Ted tilted his head. "Tradition?" Barney chuckled. "Come on Ted, you know what everyone is supposed to get on their birthdays!" he shouted, throwing his arm over Ted's shoulder. Ted was still confused. "Uh... presents?"
"Well... yes, but we were talking about something else..." Marshall said. Ted shrugged. "I don't know what you two are talking about..." Barney smirked. "Maybe this will help you remember!" he shouted, as he grabbed Ted's wrist, as he guided him over his lap, face-down. As he was met with a view of the floor, he suddenly understood what his friends were hinting at. His face blushed a bright red. "Barney... you're not planning on-"
"Oh, of course I am." his friend cut him off, raising his knee, to raise Ted's backside, giving a better target. "Today's your 33th, right? So 33 from me, and then 33 from Marshall." he explained, raising his hand. "Hey, you know, you're forgetting something, Barney." Marshall mentioned, interrupting the first swat. Barney looked at him. "What?" Marshall smirked. "As far as I remember, growing up, all of the birthday spankings I remember were on the bare." he remarked, making Ted blush even more.
"Oh yeah! How could I forget?" Barney said, grabbing the hem of Ted's pajamas and dragging them down, along with his boxers, exposing his backside. "Ready, Ted?" he asked, raising his hand once more. Ted shook his head. "This is for kids! Let me u- Ow!" he yelped, as Barney gave his right cheek a light smack. It was less a yelp of pain, and more out of surprise. "Come on Ted, count them out for me!" he exclaimed, giving an equally light swat to his left cheek.
"Ow!" Ted sighed, knowing there was no way out of this, so just decided to play along. "Two." Barney smirked. "That's more like it!" And gave two more smacks, these ones a bit harder. "Ung! Three, four." Ted continued counting out his spanks. This caused Barney to smirk. "Time for the real spanking!" he exclaimed, landing six harder smacks in succession, alternating between cheeks. "Ow! F-Five! AH! Six! Ung! Gah! Seven, Eight, N-nine! OW! Ten!" he exclaimed, struggling a bit to escape the pain.
Barney smirked, as he saw pink hand prints form on Ted's exposed bottom. "Come on, Ted! You've still got 23, and that's just from me! Man up!" he said, quickly landing swat after swat, keeping up a beat, only stopping when he got to 30. By now,Ted's entire rear was a deep shade of pink. "Almost done with the first half, Ted!" He decided to space the last few out. Smack!"Ow! Th-thirty one!" SMACK! "YEOW! Thirty- t-two!" SMACK!"Gah! Thirty-three!" Barney smirked, before landing one more especially hard smack right in the center of Ted's rear. Änd... ONE to grow on!"he said, before letting Ted get up.
The architect jumped up, and rubbed his sore rear for a little, before Marshall took him, and pulled him over his own lap. Ted gasped. "C-come on, Marshall! I already got mine!" Marshall shook his head, and raised his hand. "I didn't get my turn yet! If it were my birthday, I'd let you spank me!" he said, before smacking Ted's freshly spanked rear. "You don't need to count them again"he said, before landing two more swats, not as hard as Barney, since Marshall didn't want to cause him any real pain.
Marshall continued the spanking, continously slapping Ted's rear, without missing a beat. Barney nodded in approval. "Hey, Marshall, you're really good at this! Where did you learn how to spank like that?"he asked. Marshall continued spanking, currently, around the 15th swat. Without stopping, he looked toward Barney. "My dad would spank my brothers and I as kids, so when one of us annoyed someone, we would spank them. Of course, we got spanked for that too... Alright, what was that, 30?" Ted slowly nodded, his rear now a bright red, matching his face. "All right then, three more!"
SPANK! SMACK SWAT! Marshall decided to pity Ted, and get it over with quickly. WHACK! "And one to grow on!" he siled, letting Ted up for good. He repeated his actions after Barney spanked him, but this time he pulled his boxers and pajamas up, wincing as they rubbed against his sore backside. "Gah... that's gonna hurt for awhile..." he sighed, rubbing his rear. His two friends smirked. "Yup! You took it like a real man!" Barney remarked, patting him on the back. Ted turned to him. "Hey your birthday's up next right? I can't wait to get revenge." he said, with an evil smirk. Barney looked a bit worried, as his other friend laughed and sat down (some more comfortably than others!).