Did anyone interested in spanking nearly get caught or found out by parents?

Did anyone else who had an interest/fetish/obsession with spanking nearly get caught or found out by their parents?

I had an incident when I was 12 where I had been self-spanking. I did that from time to time when I was age from the noise being noticed. So I had to wait for these occasions where my parents were both out of the house. Each time I had an opportunity for a session with myself I liked to play out a whole role play scenario and play out the “parts” in the “play” including lecturing myself, fetching the implement, and so on.

I found a hand mirror in my parent’s bathroom, obviously my mom’s. It was solid wood with the mirror inset on one side, but with the other side being wood and given it had a convenient handle, it worked really well as a paddle, or vaguely like a hairbrush.

Well, this one time the role play I had lined-up for myself was that I was going to be paddled at school, realistically over clothes, then again after getting home and that would be bare bottom. Unfortunately, striking my jean-covered butt as hard as I could resulted in the thick denim seams and pockets cracking the mirror even through the wooden housing.

In a panic, I just threw away the mirror in the bottom of the trashcan where I hoped it wouldn’t be found. I was terrified, though, that Mom would notice. I mean, certainly she had to notice it was just missing, right? But she never confronted me or asked me about it. I don’t know what possible response I would have had, lol.

And yes, you probably guessed it, in future such sessions, I totally role played that Mom found the broken mirror, safely cleared out all the glass, and spanked my bare behind most severely with it.

Yes Adam, I too did the same thing you did when I was the same age. I started self spanking when I was around seven or eight years old. I too would play all the parts and lecture myself saying “ How could you do this? You know I taught you better. Now I am going to spank your naughty bare bottom till it's bright red.” Using the same wooden mirror, I proceeded to spank my naked ass till it was bright red. It took a while before I broke that mirror.

I told my Mother what happened and she cleaned all the pieces of glass off and from then on used it as a paddle to make my ass nice and red. I continued self spanking on and off and I am still doing it at 77 years old.

Mice, I think we all self spanked our selfs growing up. I sure did 😃

I managed to keep self-spanking secret from my parents. I only did it when I was home alone, I used one of my dad's leather slippers (the ones he used to spank me with) on my own bare bottom and then put it back where I found it before my parents got home, so they were none the wiser. I could never do it as hard as my dad did anyway.

I managed to keep my arousal out of sight while my parents spanked me. I already had the habit of turning around to face the bed immediately before I took my trousers down, so that when I was bending over the bed my private parts were concealed by the rest of my body while my bottom was bare and ready for a good slippering. Fortunately, my parents never spanked me OTK (which would have surely led to the exposure of my secret), they told me to bend over the bed to be spanked. My dad thought nothing unusual about my habit of turning around because I'd always had a natural instinct for privacy since I was little (when I went into a gents' toilet I always tried to use a cubicle rather than a urinal), and I was already in the habit of turning around before I was old enough to become aroused, so that by the time I did start becoming aroused my dad didn't say anything about it so I assume he didn't see it.

I was found out because of internet browser history when I was 16-17. That was awkward ha

I am about 95% sure my Mom figured out I was a spanko around when I turned 18, I was fairly good at keeping my computer locked down tight but I know for a fact there were a few times she found it unlocked and might have clicked on something. but my folks were open minded, and I don't think they cared.

I'm pretty sure my dad figured it out, my grandfather did. He would always comment about how erect I would get during a spanking, and he would usually try to spank the erection out of me.

It probably didn't help that once with the raging erection I asked him to spank me. I blame teenage hormones and stupidity.

Looking back at this incident (reflecting if you will - ha) I now like to fantasize that back then at age 12, I somehow had found the nerve to handle it differently. I wish instead of hiding the mirror, I had just come clean and approached Mom and confessed that I broke the mirror and apologized.

Certainly she would have asked how it happened, and the fantasy is that eventually I admit I was curious about what a spanking is like and used it to try and spank myself. What I really wanted, of course, would be for Mom to take an understanding of my needs and have a real conversation about it. Asking me if I thought I “missed out” on never experiencing a real spanking, not an unsatisfying self-effort. And then she’d offer me a deal: if I want, she will give me a real and proper spanking, but with the stipulation that if I agree, then there’s no going back, no stopping if I think it hurts too much, she’ll spank me like a real punishment until she decides to stop no matter how much I beg. Or, if I’m too embarrassed or scared, she’ll never bring it up again and still forgive me for breaking the mirror.

The excitement and terror of having to muster the courage to say yes to that…. I dream that she would then give me the full experience; pulling down my pants, pulling down my underwear, putting me across her lap, and spanking me long and hard, making me realize a real spanking hurts so much more than I ever imagined, crying my eyes out, feeling truly punished for breaking the mirror.

And finally, after it’s over and I’ve recovered enough, we have another sensitive conversation. She tells me if I ever feel like it again, I can simply take that mirror out and set it on the dining room table. Explaining that she understands sometimes I feel naughty and guilty, and that’s how I can signal I need to be shanked again without the embarrassment of asking directly.

I wonder how often I’d set that mirror out, after satisfying that initial curiosity and knowing exactly how much it hurts.

What I would do in this situation I would approach my parents later in the evening, preferably when they both together in the same room, watching tv for example. And I’d say:

- dear mum and dad, I am so sorry for what I’ve done earlier today.

- what, what have you done?

- I’ve accidentally not intentionally broken mum’s mirror. I am very sorry. Please please forgive me. I know mum how you loved this mirror. I am profoundly sorry. Please, if you feel I deserve a harsh punishment… … 😰. Whatever you decide. I understand that even spanking me would not replace mum’s mirror but if you think I should be spanked I’ll accept that.

Some close calls. Once my mother walked in when I was on the computer with spanking porn, although she couldn't see the screen. Another time the hairbrush to spank me with was found in the bathroom (not where it was kept), where I had accidentally left it after trying out some self-spanking looking in the bathroom mirror.