Growing up, did you ever want or know you needed to be Spanked?

I never asked my parent to spank me.

But, there were a few times when I knew that I needed (or deserved) to be spanked or whipped for what I had done. I never went to my parents or when confronted (ie, the talk) said anything like "Am I going to be spanked?" But there was that deep down knowing or "need" to be wailed - although on the surface, I didn't want to be spanked as I knew it would hurt and I would cry.

Each time that I had that deep down feeling, I did get wailed. And I cried. But something afterwards as I was crying it out with a sore fanny, I felt like I got what I needed....

Anyone else ever have that deep down feeling?

This is not BDSM so I changed the tags on it.

I never asked my parent to spank me.

But, there were a few times when I knew that I needed (or deserved) to be spanked or whipped for what I had done. I never went to my parents or when confronted (ie, the talk) said anything like "Am I going to be spanked?" But there was that deep down knowing or "need" to be wailed - although on the surface, I didn't want to be spanked as I knew it would hurt and I would cry.

Each time that I had that deep down feeling, I did get wailed. And I cried. But something afterwards as I was crying it out with a sore fanny, I felt like I got what I needed....

Anyone else ever have that deep down feeling?

My parents and I had a whole bizarre history when it comes to the topic of corporal punishment. I never sought it, and I always hated it and resent it. But if I am honest with myself, I was aware at some point that there was a button being pushed when it happened, especially later on, toward the end of it happening, when I won't say that I wanted it or tried to get it, but I found myself having a strange sense of mixed feelings about it that I couldn't understand or define in my own head.

I remember my sixth grade teacher was a very warm and good looking man. I always wanted him to spank me.

I once got a friend in trouble for something we both knew was wrong. He got caught and was spanked for it (I heard it from outside his house) but he never implicated me. That night while lying in bed I felt a wave of guilt come over me. Here I was comfortably lying in my bed while my buddy was probably crying himself to sleep with a sore red bottom. I considered confessing to my parents and wanting a spanking from them. I also considered confession to my buddy's parents and asking to be punished me the way my friend was while he watched.

I did neither of these things, and then felt ashamed of being chicken and ended up crying myself to sleep.

A day or two later when I met up again with my friend I apologized for not confessing my role and escaping any punishment. I offered to let him spank me the way he was; even going as far as bending over and baring my butt wanting him to spank me. He wasn't interested but after my repeated insistence that I desired it, he did give me a few spanks before telling me to pull up my pants and let's go play.

I don't remember to want a spanking, but every time after I realized that I had upset my mother, I knew that I deserved / need a spanking...

Although I was not spanked as a child, several of my friends were. I sometimes thought about asking one of the "spanking" moms to spank me however I never did.

I never wanted to be spanked and I never, ever would have said I needed it, but the closest I came to something like this is when I would make a show of cooperating with a spanking to hopefully reduce how bad it would be, or when I would choose or suggest spanking over a punishment that was more onerous, like being grounded and missing out on something I wanted to do.

Nope. Never crossed my mind, only what lies I could make up to avoid it. My folks weren’t big spankers, but I knew some of my transgressions might cross their threshold!

It was always great knowing or hearing/seeing a friend getting wailed

There were times when I knew I deserved a spanking. Did I want that spanking? No, spankings hurt. It really didn't matter what I thought, though, because 90+% of the time when I misbehaved, I got caught and punished.

I grew up in the 50s and 60s and was never spanked by my parents. Most of my friends were spanked on a regular basis. I was actually jealous of them because once they were spanked, they were forgiven and able to go on with their lives. I on the other hand would be grounded for a period of time and be shunned by my parents. I can recall once begging my mother to spank me for something that I did, but she refused and grounded my instead.

My mum spanked me from a young age as I was an absolute nightmare. So I remember being spanked lots of times. I remember one time we were at my grandmas. Can't remember what I did but I ended up over my mums lap in the kitchen. After the spanking i had to stand in a corner with my red bottom on show for all to see. After a while I was allowed to dress and carry on. Then before we left I remember my grandma was sat in the lounge on the sofa and I thought it would be funny if I stood next to her dropped my trousers and underwear and laid over her lap. I wondered what she would do. So I did and yes she spanked me. So everytime we visited her after that I would lay over her lap for a spanking.

Never been spanked before but I would like to get a light one from my partner just to experience how it feels like.

Never been spanked before but I would like to get a light one from my partner just to experience how it feels like.

we will explore this kink when you return home, I'm looking foreword to your lovely bare butt turned over my knee.

As a child, I never asked for a spanking. Although there were times when I felt I deserved such a punishment. When my mother decided to spank me, I felt fear. As I got older, I felt even more ashamed that I was being treated like a small child. However, after a spanking, I felt relief. Part of the reason was that the painful punishment was behind me, and the other was that I didn't feel guilty.

Early on I began fascinated with spanking much to the chagrin of my poor teddy bear who was over my knee for a sound spanking more times than I could count. So I would say yes, deep down there were times that I craved and fantasized about getting a spanking. I sometimes would deliberately committ a transaction that warranted me getting a spanking. As an adult, I never overcame that tendency!! There were many times that I wanted and knew I needed a spanking. I was not a "wild child" but grew i[ om a strict no nonsense but very loving family that I absolutely love and adore. Denise

Fascinating account, @Denise! Poor teddy bear... 😂

Yes, there was a day when I wanted to be spanked.

When I was about nine years old, I had always had a crush on my friend's mom who was a beautiful blonde with big, beautiful, brown eyes.

One day, I was at my friend's house for the afternoon. My friend's little brother was teasing and being a jerk, trying to get in the middle of our afternoon. Finally, my friend punched his little brother who went crying to their mom. A few minutes later, their mom with the big, beautiful, brown eyes and the blonde hair, entered the family room, held a brief courtroom to determine the facts, and then passed judgment. My friend, not his teasing brother, was found guilty of not acting with more maturity because he was three years older and violating the family rule of no hitting, punching, or biting a sibling.

The penalty of a spanking was set and carried out post haste. My friend was frog marched out of the family room and down to the master bedroom with his cries of innocence ringing in the hallway. Two minutes later, the smacking sounds of a spanking on the bare bottom were ringing in the hallway where I was standing so I could hear the proceedings. Immediately, my friend's crying accompanied the smacking sounds.

As his pleas for clemency fell on deaf ears and the smacking and crying sounds filled my ears, a warmth filled my loins and bottom as I pictured her pulling down my pants and then my underwear and then being placed across her lovely lap. I could feel the cool breeze on my bare bottom. I could feel my heart beating faster with the anticipation of the first smack and the pain. I didn't care about the pain because it was her beautiful bare hand that was administering the pain on my bare bottom.

It was a vivid fantasy, especially for a nine-year-old boy.

“What are you doing?” came a voice from behind me.

I turned to find my friend’s younger brother staring at me.

“Oh, uh, I’m, uh, um. Nothing,” I stammered.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and knew my embarrassment was showing on my face, but I doubt he noticed. I’m sure the little snitch knew I was eavesdropping on the spanking proceedings—just as he was doing!! But I didn’t want to admit that. Nor did I want to admit that I was fantasizing about having his beautiful, blonde, brown-eyed mom giving me a spanking.

In hindsight, I should have smacked the little brother for his impertinence in asking me—a guest—what I was doing because then when he went crying to mommy, I could have said to her that I deserved a spanking for hitting him and would she please administer it, but maybe go just a little bit lighter… because of my being a guest.

I think that was a missed opportunity.