When you were spanked growing up, did having a spanking fetish make it worst?

A lot of people if not most would find nothing sexual about spanking. I can remember my ex telling me soon as we started dating about how her dad paddled her (which was only a couple years before that point) . Not to say this didn’t instantly get my attention but I could remember thinking there is no way I would divulge that information out of sheer embarrassment, not at this point in a relationship anyway.

I can remember growing up the worst part of being spanked was the embarrassment and that was with pants on (other then one exception)

I also remember a couple friends just talking openly about it, even in front of girls, which I would have died before I did that. lol 😆

Idk it just seems people who didn’t find anything erotic about spanking were much more likely to openly talk about it. What do you think?

Hmm, it’s an interesting question. My experience with it has been all over the place.

I have a close friend who was only ever spanked a couple of times growing up, but harbored immense anger and resentment towards the idea. From what he’s told me, it was not regimented or ritualized in any sort of way, but he developed an intense fetish for that sort of corporal punishment. I don’t think he was really bad a kid, but he definitely has a rebellious heart.

I’ve definitely had those experiences where you’re at some sort of gathering or function, and somehow all of the older people start sharing stories about how their mom or dad used to whoop them and their siblings. They’re all sitting there with a grin, nodding their heads in a “yeah, that’s right” sort of way. You can tell none of them are excited by the idea, but the entire thing is just awkward. Probably more awkward as a spanko, I guess because our experiences with it are so different and wrapped up in much more complex emotions. Being in those situations always made me feel very alien. Sometimes I would excuse myself to get away from it because it was just uncomfortable.

In my first serious relationship, my girlfriend at the time detailed how her mom used to make her pick switches to be whipped with, or how she used to get belted. I was absolutely fascinated with the switching because it was like the one form of spanking I had zero experience with growing up. What I found even more fascinating with her was in the way she would describe these things, it felt like I was hearing from someone similar to me. She was always totally submissive to her mom’s discipline in a very similar way that I was. She would detail how when she had to pick a switch, she would with all intention and purpose, find the one that would hurt her the most. I had to wonder “Why? Couldn’t you find one that would hurt a bit less? Surely your mom wouldn’t know?” When I asked this, she just shrugged and said “She would know, and it would just make things worse.” Her and I also shared the “I have to be punished so I can learn not to do it again” line of thinking and feelings, although I suspect hers came more from a place of raw fear. Her and her mom certainly did not have the same quality of relationship as I did with mine, and I would even go as far to say as her mother’s character was of far worse quality. The big difference between me and this girl was that she never developed any sort of fetish around spanking, and was definitely not a “born spanko.” This eventually became one of the issues in our relationship, as we had played around with spanking a little bit but then she decided that she thought it was weird, and clearly couldn’t understand my fascination with it.

I think it’s easier for people without the fetish to talk about it, because for them it’s just another mundane detail of life. For the rest of us, we are much more acutely aware that our fascinations are not “normal” and because of this we probably carry extra shame around when the topic is being discussed. For many there is a fear of being “found out” and being thought of as weird. I think it’s also partially a defense mechanism. We want to protect those feelings of excitement we experience and keep them close and only share them with others who are going to appreciate them. I’ve never had an issue sharing these things anonymously online, or with other people who I know feel the same as I do, but I am certainly protective of my feelings around “normal” people who I know or strongly suspect don’t share those feelings, and often feel weird when they discuss the topic in front of me. It’s definitely ironic.

I was only spanked once pass the age of 13 but it was a real humdinger. I questioned the ancestry of a golf official. The golf official happened to be the banker that lent a young pharmacist and entraineur (My Dad) money to buy his first drug store. Not my smartest moment! At the age of being spanked for my transgressions, I didn't know what a fetish was. In fact, I am not sure that I ever heard the word so I really do not have an answer to the question; however, I always had an interest in spanking, when it wasn't my butt being spanked, and I was not afraid to ask my friends if they were spanked at home or if they had ever been paddled at school during those pre adolescent years. I kept a detailed coded list of all the students I saw paddled or knew they were paddled in school during my grade school and junior high years. FYI, my dad was a translator during the WWII and he worked in intelligence so he taught me a little about coding. I don't know why I am writing about coding but I guess that I am trying to impress my readers that when most girls my age were playing with dolls I was playing around with a simplistic version of the famous Nazi Enigma Code. However, I did spank my dollts on occasions.

I just reread my reply and realize that I didn't answer your question. Do you think that I would make a good Politician?

@ddell2 Knowing nothing about golf, I have to ask what the context of “questioning the ancestry of a golf official” entails and how serious of an offense that is? Sounds like a pretty mundane thing to get spanked over, I guess unless it was a bad manners situation.

I too occasionally would ask certain friends about their spankings growing up once I got into high school, but was very protective of my own experiences if the questioning ever came in my direction and would give as little details as possible. Again, just because I knew no one else shared my deep appreciation for the topic.

FYI, my dad was a translator during the WWII and he worked in intelligence so he taught me a little about coding. I don't know why I am writing about coding but I guess that I am trying to impress my readers that when most girls my age were playing with dolls I was playing around with a simplistic version of the famous Nazi Enigma Code. However, I did spank my dolls on occasion.

I was a geospatial intel analyst in the army for 6 years. Not quite the same thing but I understand the desire to gloat a bit over the other girls. 😂

I spanked my teddy bear once. Didn’t do anything for me, didn’t feel real enough. Couldn’t act out any sort of scenario to any satisfying degree. When I got a bit older I experimented with self spanking a bit though, also found that lacking. I did enjoy putting myself in corner time though, especially when I was at home alone.

I definitely think that having a spanking fetish growing up affected the way I felt when anyone else talked about spanking, and does to this day. I think there is probably even a difference within the spanking fetish community for those who were spanked growing up and those who weren't in terms of how we experience the spanking fetish.

Curious85, you said, "I can remember growing up the worst part of being spanked was the embarrassment and that was with pants on (other then one exception)" - tell us a story about the exception! I too was spanked only once bare bottom growing up and I think it informed a lot about my spanking fetish. To this day the hottest idea for me is the idea that of a bare bottom spanking that is being given as an unusual, extra punishment for particularly naughty behavior (I myself am a top/spanker).

@ddell2 Knowing nothing about golf, I have to ask what the context of “questioning the ancestry of a golf official” entails and how serious of an offense that is? Sounds like a pretty mundane thing to get spanked over, I guess unless it was a bad manners situation.

Questioning his ancestor is the polite way of saying that I called him a "son of a bitch". There was causal water on the green between my ball and the cup. I requested relief from casual water. He denied me the relief saying it wasn't in the path of the ball to the cup and I shouldn't be putting there. I retorted. "How in the hell do you know where I am putting?" He denied ms relief again. I turned to my caddie and said. "The son of a bitch thinks he can read minds! He probably couldn't break 90 in the shade!" Anyhow Daddy heard me so I got the spanking of all spankings and had to write him a little of apology to the official. The hard part is I was right and he was wrong. The rest of the story is that the same thing happened to me in college. This time I took out a wedge and chipped it over the water into the cup. I might add that I was playing on one of the plushest golf courses in American and I took out a divot of the green. Nuch to the horror of golfers everywhere.

Ooooh, that all makes much more sense now lol.

This true story likely fuelled my fetish.

Here is a true story!!

I grew up in an Irish Catholic family in a small town in Canada with two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger. My father was a police officer and mother a stay-at-home mom. My parents were very strict and definitely spanked for serious infractions. We were all spanked, usually by Dad, but Mom had no problem putting us over her knee. Spankings were typically done in our bedroom or fathers den where we had to wait for Dad. He would come in for a lecture, then he would sit on the bed or chair and we would have to take our pants down and go over his knee for a bare bottom spanking with his hand.

Our parents never used anything but their hands (mother sometimes hairbrush) but they could spank long and hard.

One of my last spankings I got caught with two other boys smoking at school and suspended. My mother came to the school to pick me up and told me to wait in my room till my father got home as she wanted to discuss the situation with him. Now I had not been spanked in over a year, so was not sure what was going to happen; maybe grounded?

On this particular day, my older sister, Jane was home and passed me on the stairs and just gave me a sorry look like "I know your going to get it"!. My father got home from his shift at 5.00 and both he and my mother came into my room to ‘discuss’ the situation.

My mother started lecturing me how disappointed she was, and during that lecture I rolled my eyes at her and said like, “Whatever.”!!!

I still remember to this day my father said, “Young man, you have been developing an attitude and today you are going to get an attitude adjustment!”

He yanked me up from the bed, sat down, yanked down my shorts and underwear, and gave me the hardest spanking of my life! I resigned to try and take it like a man, but ended up crying like a little boy by the end. I was told to stay in my room for the rest of the evening.

Later that evening Jane came to see me and asked if I was okay. I asked if she heard my spanking and she said with a grin " I think the whole neighbourhood heard that spanking"! Jane also told me that my girlfriend at the time Heather had called her to see if I got in big trouble and Jane told her I got spanked. No for some context Jane and Heather were friends and she knew Heather and her sister were spanked like we were.We grew up in the spanking era!!!

This all happened on a Friday near the end of the school year in June and I was grounded for the weekend. My parents went out Saturday and Heather came over to see me.I still remember her coming into my room with a pair of shorts a sporty T and flip flops. She sat down on the bed beside me and asked if my bum was still sore and rubbed it and asked if she could see it. I pulled down my shorts and got an immediate hard on - well right there Heather gave me one of the most memorable hand job and blow job to this day!!!

Heather is now my wife of over thirty years. I also have stories of being over at her house when her younger sister got spanked.