I never had the nerve to go through with it, but when I was 12-13 years old, I had recurring thoughts about asking my Mom to spank me, or at least try to hint or suggest that I deserved to get a spanking. Realistically, there was no way I’d have overcome the fear and embarrassment to actually go through with it, looking at it in hindsight. But in tween-mind logic I genuinely believed it was possible I could get spanked (I never got spanked).
It remains just in fantasy now, but I do like to imagine how it would have gone if somehow I’d found a way to ask. Of course, in this fantasy, I want to imagine that not only does Mom agree, she decides it will be a real punishment and I can’t change my mind or negotiate for a milder one, that she will do it as she she’s fit. A “be careful what you wish for” scenario.
And then I get my first ever spanking right then and there. 12 year old me to helplessly stand there, knowing this is my own doing, as she pulls my pants and underwear down, puts me across her knee, and spanks me hard, far past just my point of curiosity, until my read end is on fire, I’m crying my eyes out, and begging for it to stop. But I can’t stop it, I get a real spanking and really punished.