Spanking fantasy

Most of my spanking fantasies come from the first spanking literature I discovered in my early teens although I was interested in spanking well before that, dating back to pre- school actually. It is that spanking literature that enspired the story I posted above. Another school related discipline story comes to mind which I will post here. BTW, my introduction to spanking literature came from a men's magazine called Mr. I now know that the author of those stories or many of them was Will Henry who has been mentioned on this forum.

Dear Mr.

My name is Jane and I have an account that I believe your readers will be interested in. Back in the 50's my younger brother and I were attending a private religious school our parents enrolled us in. It was well known even back then that the educational standards where much higher in private schools than in public schools. Both of our parents had advanced degrees from college and realized the importance of a good education. Our parents were also firm believers in strong discipline and my brother and I each had our share of spankings with dad's oak paddle growing up. As we reached our teens, dad paddled us in private in our own bedrooms due to the fact that we were paddled on our bare bottoms and often with nothing on at all. However, my account that I wish to share does not involve any of my spankings at home. This one took place at school and stands out as one of the most painful and embarrassing experiences of my life. I was 16 at the time and my brother was 13. We were both at the same school as this school went from grade K through 12th. Being a private religious school, corporal punishment was the main form of discipline here and it was painful and very embarrassing, especially for the older students. The Principal of our school who was also the Pastor of the church had a thick brown leather strap that he used on the older students. Both boys and girls were disciplined. Up until grade 6 you got it while over his lap with his hand. It was always on the bare bottom. Beyond grade 6, it was the leather strap and the punishment was much more embarrassing, especially for us girls.

Punishment for the older students, that is grade 7 and higher was with the oiled leather strap. He kept it well oiled. All parents sending their kids to this school were well aware of the disciplinary process and would have to approve if your child was to be enrolled. Most, if not all parents disciplined at home anyway. So, an older boy or girl who was sent to the office for punishment would enter his office. You would first be lectured on your offense. As you were being lectured you would see the leather strap resting on top of the table you would soon be lying face down on for punishment. Once the lecture was over you and he would engage in a short prayer. Then, you were instructed to undress, completely. Biblical discipline required the offender to be fully nude. Was this ever embarrassing for us girls. Everything came off with the Principal standing right there taking in the site of our young teen bare breasts and bushes. When you were fully undressed, he would take you by the hand and with his other hand cupping your bare buttocks that he was about to leather, he would escort you to the spanking table as he liked to call it. Then, you got up on the table and stretched out fully nude with your bare buttocks up and ready for punishment. Soon after that, the sound of oiled leather searing across bare skin could be heard coming from his office along with the cries of the student on the table.

So, on this particular day I was sent to the office for disrupting class. I believe it was English or maybe History. I can't recall for sure. I had already been lectured and was also already fully naked on the table and had several strokes of the strap applied to my bare buttocks. Tears were rolling down my face as that strap continued to crack across my tender naked buttocks. Then, all of a sudden the door to his office opens and standing there was a male teacher, whom I had classes with, and two boys who were being sent for punishment. The two boys happened to be my 13-year-old brother and his friend. I found out later they were there for passing notes in class. It was over in a flash but the damage was done. The teacher quickly closed the door when he realized that I was in the process of being punished. My 13-year-old brother and his friend who was at our house all the time had just seen me completely naked on the spanking table being leathered on my bare bottom. They saw the strap welts I was already sporting from the punishment before the interruption. I was absolutely devestated. Embarrassment and shame didn't even begin to describe how I felt. After the door closed the Pastor continued on with the punishment until he felt I had learned my lesson. There were no set number of strokes. You got whet he felt was adequate.

When he was finished with me and I was finally dressed and ready to exit his office I saw my brother and friend outside his office waiting. I could not make eye contact. I was far to embarrassed and ashamed at what they saw. I learned later that night from my brother that they were both severely leathered just as I had been. Also fully nude just as I had been. Now, fortunately, our parents both felt that the discipline this school dished out was punishment enough so the old spanked at school, get another at home did not occur at our house, thank God. Later that night, up in my room my brother and I traded notes. He said he was in shock seeing me laying on the table. He also admitted that it excited him and his friend seeing an older girl fully naked. This was the first live nude girl either of them had seen. Recall, this was back in the wholesome 50's. My brother also told me that he told his friend that if any news of what they had seen got out that he would beat the living daylights out of him. As far as I know, nothing was ever said. Later that night our daddy had a long talk with both of us about our behavior and that he hoped we had both learned our lesson. He also informed my brother that he had better keep what he accidently saw that afternoon to himself or he would be in big trouble. My brother and I were pretty supportive of each other so I knew that he would never say anything to any of his friends. Well, that's about it. I hope your readers find my story interesting.

Sincerely,

Jane

I have many, but most revolve around receiving realistic parental spankings from a loving, strict older woman or couple. I think a lot about the context and lead up too -- i don't want to be spanked out of the blue, but rather to experience earning a spanking, perhaps after a series of escalating warnings or mild punishments like verbal warning, time out, on-the-spot warning swats to my bottom or thighs, and finally a real bare-bottom spanking in my bedroom.

One of my spanking fantasies is a fantasy where I'm a school student. I am to be punished for a serious offense. I'm a teenager. Two teachers lead me to the room. I have to undress there and put on a gown, then I am tied to a special piece of furniture. I'm in the position knee-chest - my buttocks are well exposed. My head sticks out the window leading to a large hall.

The teachers draw the curtain - only my head can be seen from the large room. Then they lift my gown up, exposing my buttocks. The spanking begins. There are several dozen students in the large room. They hear my screams and see the grimaces of pain on my face. It's just very humiliating

I have various fantasies that are all variations on a general theme of imagining a real memory of times when I was around 11-13 years old where I had been in trouble, or nearly so, or just felt guilty about something — but re- imagining it where that incident turns into the time where I finally got my first ever spanking and finally find out what it’s really like.

I was, for real, at that age both obsessed and terrified by the idea of getting spanked, having never been. Often these scenarios center around my Mom being the one who spanks me, but also sometimes friends’ moms, neighbor women, teachers, librarians. A favorite variation is when I take some small part in bringing about the spanking, but then find out just how much it hurts. A “careful what you wish for” kind of thing.

My favorite single fantasy looks back at a time when I was 12 during the summer, and my Mom had dragged me around shopping at the mall all day and I was super bored. I was acting up with a nasty attitude all day for no reason other to just make my displeasure known. Several times throughout the day Mom had gotten upset and told me to “straighten up or else,” although that was left as a vague threat. That’s the real life part. Nothing really happened and I wasn’t punished.

The fantasy is during the drive home from the mall, Mom lectures me about how severely disappointed she is in my behavior and attitude, and tells me how much I hurt her feelings. I’ve always carried real life guilt from that, and like to imagine I had a real discussion about it so 12-year-old-me could express feeling bad about it. Back to the fantasy, Mom presents me with a question like, “What is it going to take to get through to you? Grounding hasn’t worked, taking away your video games hasn’t worked…. Maybe I should shanked you when you were younger…” And then I sort of meekly blurt out that maybe I did deserve that.

The ensuing conversation goes different ways each time, but it always culminates the same way: we pull into the garage at home and Mom sends me to my room telling me she’ll be up shortly to discuss my behavior further. Somehow I know, nervously, that I might be getting spanked. That feeling of nerves, dread, but also a strange curiosity. Still, not being sure, since she didn’t specially say what this “discussion” would be. But of course, the “discussion” is exactly what I thought it might be. About 15 minutes later, Mom comes in to my room and tells me that she gave some thought to what I said and agreed — I deserved to get a good spanking and she was going to give me one right now.

Now that it’s “really happening” I’m scared, but the die is cast and I can’t turn back now. Mom pulls out my desk chair, sits down, and motions me over to stand in front of her. I’m very very aware of the embarrassment and humiliation aspects at that point. Feeling helpless and panicked as Mo. reached out to unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling them down past my knees. I’m shaking as I stand there in my white Hanes briefs, feeling so embarrassed. Then a new horror of embarrassment as Mom reaches out again, hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, and slowly pulls them down too. I clinch my eyes in humiliation as I feel her thumbnails drag along my hips and thighs as my underwear is pulled all the way down, past my knees, completely exposing me.

It’s almost a relief when she pulls me across her lap as it at least hides my private parts in the front. But lying there, I feel very aware how exposed and unprotected my bare behind is. I can feel the circulating A/C in the room on my bare cheeks. Ive never missed anything as much as I miss having underwear on. I have the simple thought run through my mind — “oh my god, I’m getting a spanking!”

And upon the exact completion of that thought is when she bri gs down the first spank. It stings far, far more than I ever imagined it would. But I have no time to think deeply because the spanks keep coming, one after another, alternating cheeks. The individual spanks blur into just an overall fire in my behind, hurting and hurting as I cry and sob. Crying harder than I’ve ever cried, even though it’s “just” a hand spanking, and it’s in no way excessive and abusive, just it being my first ever spanking, and feeling guilty, and feeling like I truly deserve it, and feeling really and truly punished.

I don’t even notice it has stopped for a while as I continue to cry over Mom’s lap. Finally I regain some composure and she nudges me to get up. She gently helps me pull my underwear back up — a loving act to help me conceal the me embarrassment she knows I would feel if it weren’t too preoccupied with my stinging bottom. And it is stinging, on fire, still burning. I’m spanked and I know it.

She leaves me to cry myself out for a bit but comes back to talk to me after a few minutes. She explains that I’m forgiven, and that she hated to have to spank me, but feels like it was the only way to help my attitude. Even through I’m butt is still on fire, I find myself somehow implicitly agreeing.

Then the final turn in the conversation is that she begins to opine that now that we finally gone through with it, she thinks her earlier hunch was right — that she she have done this a long time ago. Then, embarrassingly, says that today proves I’m not too old for spankings at 12. And then, ominously, says this won’t be the last time if I don’t “shape up.” And what comes to pass is my behavior does actually improve. Which, in turn, proves to her that a spanking was indeed exactly what I needed. So a few weeks later, we have a serious talk. She tells me that she is now certain that even though I’m a good kid, I need to be punished sometimes and that I need to know that if I step out of line again, spankings are a real possibility, not necessarily every punishment for small things, but certainly for big things and for a bad attitude or a smart mouth.

And that ushers in a full year or two — my 12 and 13 years — where every now and then, say once every couple of months, I find myself pants and underwear pulled down, over Mom’s lap, getting a good bare bottom spanking. And it’s all because of just one time I blurted out “maybe” to an idle thought of hers. My inner guilt made me to it and caused me to be a boy who gets spanked by his Mom.

@Adamkessler2 , that's a wonderful fantasy, and very similar to ones that I have. I love the details, right down to the white Hanes briefs 😃

I am really not much into spanking but several photos have captivated my fancy. My favorite is one of a beautiful young woman completely clothed except for what appears to be a special garment exposing her buttocks and meant to be used for spanking. She is bending over a piece of furniture and looking into the camera expectantly, inviting a spanking and then more. Very erotic. I have fanticized wearing similar clothing and being in a similar position. I have tried to spank myself several times but can't get the inertia behind whatever spanking instrument I am using to really feel I am being spanked. Maybe if I had a friend to do the job I would get a real experience and know better whether I really like being spanked.

I fantasize about my wife and her friends pulling my pants and underwear down (I am wearing panties!) and then bending me over and taking turns spanking me. They alternate using bare hands, belts and other spanking devices.

I suspect that a bare bottom spanking from an attractive schoolmistress (or good-looking schoolmaster) might be a secret fantasy of many of my fellow spanko's on this forum. For me the fantasy was realised at a role- playing session organised by a group of like-minded people at a local school over a weekend. We were told to report for the 'detention evening' in traditional school uniform. This consisted of a plain white shirt, short trousers and

knee-length grey socks. School ties were provided. Needless to say, the cane and other instruments of correction were applied frequently during the evening and I went home with a very bruised and sore backside.

My early spanking fantasies involved being spanked by a young slim woman, .i.e, classic TV mom's from the 60's. Many of mom's of my friends fit the description as did my 1st and 2nd grade teachers. I witnessed these women giving spankings to my friends and fellow students, but never me. I toyed with the idea of purposefully misbehaving to get them to spank me but never succeeded. Alas, it was only the older, not-so pretty, matronly women who actually give me a spankings from time to time (3rd grade teacher, Cub Scout den mom, etc.)

Guess that why it's still a fantasy.

That's a great fantasy, and I can certainly relate. Very good details, through out.

I have many fantasies and I am a lucky girl to have a loving husband to correct me when I am wrong and role play my fantasy when I want.

My favourite fantasy is doctor and patient. I being the patient is examine by the doctor and I have to be naked for the doctor. The doctor said that I need an injection I of course refused. He will take me across his knee to give me a hand spanking. After the spanking he gives me the injection.

Then he said that I need an enema again I refuse. He put me in a diaper spanking position.I have to lie on my back with my legs up in the air like a baby changing diapers. He then spanked me. In this position I feel excited and embarrassed because my private parts are exposed and all for him to see not that he have not seen before. But the emotions inside makes me feel so exposed and like a baby getting a smack on the bottom by the doctor for the first time to get their first breath

After the spanking he gives me the enema which he will insert the nozzle into me. About half hour later I have to run to the bathroom to relieve all the water out.

And like one president said “ Make Sex Great Again”.

Jane,

You are amazing. Your love of spanking and enemas is inspiring. Being in group settings is not for everyone, but I'm excited to be going to Allentown Efest and Medfest this weekend. Hanging with people who love this stuff is fun and getting to play even better.

Like Beth's fantasy, when younger as a bottom, I enjoyed getting a red bottom. Not bruised, or marked but a perfect, angry red. As a top, I tried to accomplish the same shade, and you don't have to be severe to do it.

Another fantasy I’ve thought about lately is getting caught up in a collective punishment, fair or not, and that’s how I end up getting my first ever spanking. The obvious scenario would be a teacher spanking the whole class, but that’s hard to make realistic.

A few more specific ideas along the them, where I can work in a female authority figure in an unfamiliar setting:

A church vacation bible school class is led by a teacher from my regular school who happens to attend the same church notes several of her real students are in her VBS class and finds an excuse to give them the classroom punishment she wishes she could give at school. She holds back several kids from outdoor time at VBS and takes us into a Sunday School room to give us a spanking with a large paddle, pants down. Maybe even the added excitement of making this a mixed gender class where while dreading my own paddling, I do get the thrill of seeing a girl paddled on her panties.

The Den Mom for a Cub Scout troop discovers the bunch of the scouts have conspired to fake earning merit badges. Furious, she decides to punish the entire troop. At the next scout meeting with everyone seated in a circle, she one-by-one calls each scout to her, pulls the uniform shorts down, takes the kid across her knee, and worst of all pulls the underwear down too, and administers and very hard hand spanking. Sitting at the midway point in the circle my dread grows as it inches closer to my turn. That dread embellished by the several just-spanked boys still red faced and crying, and the current one with briefs dangling around his ankles over her lap, knowing that’s going to be me in a few minutes. The multiple iterations prove that it WILL be bare bottom and it WILL be very hard and seeing first hand how red each bottom is and how hard each boy is crying, and there’s nothing I can do about it but nervously wait my turn.

Omg I don’t even know where to start with this one. I have so many different fantasies… I couldn’t possibly list all of them.

A lot of mine tend to revolve a sort of maternal authority figure. I’m not really into outright age play, but I like the idea of roughly fitting into the role of the “daughter” and the spanker being the “mother” - or, something similar. Doesn’t have to be exactly that but I think I like the more domestic scenes the best. I’ve enjoyed the schoolgirl fantasy but I feel like I’ve sort of taken that one to its limit. I have tons of more specific BDSM-leaning ones but they would require us to basically buy a home dungeon lol.

I had a big obsession and curiosity with spanking as long as I could remember. Those feelings grew even more intense as I began puberty. I was never spanked, though, I got threatened with one a few times. In my mind, it was a real possibility even if in reality it was probably just an idol threat.

Around the ages of 12-13 I was so consumed by my curiosity that I began considering trying to get a spanking. Even though I was also terrified of it, the obsessive curiosity of what it would be like, would it really hurt as much as people say, those thoughts just wouldn’t go away.

I would have long, elaborate fantasies about either intentionally misbehaving to try and trigger a spanking, requesting Mom to spank me instead of some other punishment, or just outright asking Mom for a spanking “out of the blue.”

I’d get very excited imagining those scenes, and then felt all the more naughty for my excitement. Like it was a feedback loop that my obsession with getting spanked made me naughty and even more deserving of a spanking.

This is fantasy and not truly realistic, but I like to I wish I had the nerve to have just talked about it when I was 12. And I wish that she would have been understanding of my need to have the curiosity satisfied. I wouldn’t have wanted her to go easy as a “sample,” though, I wanted it to be the real deal, a real punishment.

After the talk, I wish she would have agreed that I should experience it at least once, and that once we start, I wouldn’t be able to back out, that it would be a real punishment and she would spank me as long as she thought I deserved. And then right then and there, before I have a chance to think back in regret, she pulls my pants and underwear down, puts me across her knees, and gives me a long hard spanking on my bare bottom until my heinie is in fire and I’m sobbing myself eyes out.

I just posted in an enema fantasy thread an account which is really more spanking than enema so, (hope it's okay) I'll repost here with a couple of amendments.

One spanking fantasy starts with a sort-of girlfriend I had at the lake cottage. At that lake, cottages were on large, acre or two, properties, and the roads connecting them simply sand trails between birch and pine, People walked. Rarely drove. The electrical company had, years before, put in poles and a line down back lanes which were now overgrown with brush although in some places owners had opened short trails perhaps to get to a friend's cottage down the lane. There was such a trail behind our cottage and two lots down it passed behind Jane, Judy and Jill's. The path was mostly overgrown, not used, and while it took me directly to Jane, Judy and Jill's I never took it to visit. I'd use it to sneak down to the J.J.J. cottage and see what I could see. This could be good pickings as all three J.J.J. bedrooms were across the back as was the bathroom window. In addition to dressing, undressing, I witnessed a couple of spankings and sometimes an enema bag was hanging in the bathroom but never saw it used. The spankings I could hear perfectly and knew they were by mom, hand, hairbrush, OTK and frequent. She was a spanking mom for sure. Thanks to a birch tree I could access from a boulder I was able to see in two of the bedrooms and actually saw two spankings. This was more than fortuitous as I knew from being at their cottage there was trouble of some sort that might well lead to a spanking and if so, it would be after the evening meal.

My recurring fantasy has many variations but starts with my being caught and spanked by J.J.J.'s mother with the three girls present and sometimes my mother is called and comes over to agree to and witness, or participate, in a spanking and sometimes an enema. Let your imagination soar. Mine does!

All three J.J.J.s moved away and I've lost track of them although I'm pretty sure I could find the one, middle J., I used to hang out with some. I found the whole thing exciting at the time and exciting to remember and think about getting caught. I also feel just awful about what I did.

There's many variations to mine, but the throughline is someone finding out that I"m getting a spanking, particularly if there's the sense that I'm too old to be getting it. Also any kind of punishment and being found out about it.

Hmmm, not a lot of actual experience here, but…. as a fantasy it would have to involve someone like Kate Winslett or Salma Hayak undressing for me then lying across my lap, then I have the honor of lowering her panties. Omg. I think I would have to play with her bottom before during and after the spanking. Some Nivea cream to soothe her skin. Mmmmmm.

All of my spanking fantasies involve me being spanked by a lady: mostly OTK on my bare bottom.

My fantasy would involve spanking a lot of the lovely ladies on Zity. For openers anyway.

My fantasy would involve spanking a lot of the lovely ladies on Zity. For openers anyway.

Is there, like, a sign-up sheet?

You're first in line at the moment @PinotNoir . In fact you're the only one in line at the moment. 😃.

Then I'll claim the first three slots. After that, I'll want a break before claiming slots 6, 9, and 11.

You got it @PinotNoir . 😃

@PinotNoir

I'd like to join the signup sheet after you

It's technically not a fantasy but I occassionally enjoy being spanked until almost hysterically crying before aftercare. Yes, I'm sore for the next week or so but there's something wonderful about that.

Sorry @Cal , I did say ladies. You'll have to sign up somewhere else. 😃