Spanking arousal when growing up?

I didn't get aroused when my dad whooped me once but later afters, I got aroused thinking about. Somehow, I sexualized it. I often thought what it would be like if he pulled my panties down and took me over his knee and gave me a bare butt spanking.

I didn't get aroused when my dad whooped me once but later afters, I got aroused thinking about. Somehow, I sexualized it. I often thought what it would be like if he pulled my panties down and took me over his knee and gave me a bare butt spanking.

So he spanked over clothes?

Posts in this topic reminded John of an event that happened when he was young, and his post reminded me of an event that happened when I was in junior high school (8th grade).

I had been paddled by the boys PE coach and arrived home with a note that needed to be signed by a parent. As was the case for every kid that I grew up with, a paddling at school meant that corporal punishment would also be received at home. As such, my mom had me call my dad at his office to let him know that I was in trouble, and dad told me to fetch riverbank switches, and have my butt ready for a thrashing at 7pm.

Having my butt ready for a thrashing meant something VERY specific. It meant that I was to go to the barn ahead of time to prepare for my punishment. First, I would go to the river to cut several switches along the riverbank (several were required just in case my dad wore out one or two of them before he was satisfied that I had learned my lessons). Then, I would go to the barn and strip naked. After I was naked, I would prepare the switches, my dad's carpenter's ruler/straightedge, and his razor strop. This preparation included peeling the switches (removing leaves and bark) and applying a coat of citrus oil to the switches, the ruler, and the strop. After these preparations were complete, I would drape myself over my dad's sawhorse and wait for him to arrive.

On this particular occasion, while I was preparing my dad's implements, my older sister and her friend came into the barn to take their horses for a ride. It was 6:45pm, and I was just starting to peel the switches. I knew that I had to have the switches peeled, everything oiled, and be in position over the sawhorse at 7pm sharp! If I wasn't over that sawhorse when my dad arrived in the barn, I would receive an extra dose of discipline!

My sister and I had seen each other preparing for discipline on many occasions. There were a few occasions when male friends and/or cousins were staying with our family and we got in trouble together, so dad punished us together. There was even one occasion when dad punished me and a younger female cousin together, but we were both in grade school at the time. And, when I was in grade school, there were a few occasions when my female teenage babysitter put my bare butt over her lap for a spanking with Mom's hairbrush.

This, however, was different. I was 13.y.o. and puberty was raging! Monica was 15.y.o. and she was gorgeous! I wanted to turn away, but I had to whittle the leaves and bark from the switches that I had fetched, and the leaves and bark had to fall into the 30 gallon trash can at the end of the workbench. This did not give me the option to turn my back on the girls. I turned a little bit to one side, but the girls simply took a few steps in that same direction in order to have a good view. I turned back, and they simply giggled and took a few steps back.

Monica said, “It looks like somebody is gonna get punished.”

At this point, I could feel my arousal starting. But, I had no choice but to continue wth my preparations.

“Look… his penis is getting hard!”

“I've seen it before. You can keep watching while I get the horses ready.”, said my sister.

My penis was now rock hard, pointing upwards towards the sky, and Monica just stood there smiling. “Are you embarrassed?”, she asked. For some reason, I felt the magnitude of my humiliation and submission, and I felt the need to answer submissively, “Yes Ma'am.”

Monica watched me finish preparing the switches, the ruler, and the strop. While I was oiling the strop, I was actually starting to feel more comfortable and masculine with this pretty girl obviously enjoying my erection. Monica asked, “Do you wish that I would touch you?” But then, my dad walked into the barn! I had lost track of time and I was not in position over the sawhorse at 7pm sharp!

“Looks like you will receive an extra dose tonight, young man!”, said Dad. “Yes Sir. I understand.", I replied.

“You don't have any brothers, Monica. This must be fascinating for you! Would you like to watch a boy learn his lessons?”

“Yes Sir!”

“He won't have that erection when I'm done tanning his hide!”

“Over the sawhorse, Boy!”

“Monica, please hand me my razor strop!”

Yes, I was whooped over my clothes

I started getting aroused from spankings when I was 11. I managed to conceal it because I always turned around to face the bed before I took my trousers down, I had already been doing that for quite some time before I got aroused simply because I had a natural instinct for privacy. My dad thought nothing unusual about it because whenever I went into a gents' toilet I always tried to use a cubicle rather than a urinal whenever possible, so my dad got used to my instinctive need for privacy long before I started getting aroused. And so as far as he was concerned I was simply preparing my bottom for a good slippering because I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

I did get aroused from the only spanking I remember getting around age 11 or 12. That was the last time I remember getting spanked. My uncle made some sort of remark when I stood up and he saw my erection, but I don’t remember what he said

I can't remember exactly when it started, I think I was around 14, and I want to say it's when I was no longer allowed to wear briefs for my spanking, and I had to get the belt on the bare bottom. There was just something about stripping completely naked in front of my dad and my brothers, for a hard spanking.

I definitely had a couple boners watching my brothers get spanked, but the first time I became aroused during a spanking I think was when it started being on the bare bottom.

Yes. I didn't get too many spankings and they weren't too severe, so I wasn't totally put off, but I certainly do recall them stinging.

I did get an erection afterwards and often when I recalled them.

This was long before puberty, before I got erect thinking about girls.

Growing up if over a knee or lap and in underwear to start, i always became aroused

I was never aroused when being spanked but I do have a couple of things to add. First is the story told to me by a 37 year old spankee. She was spanked bare bottom, over her Dad's knee growing up. She started getting aroused by these spankings as a teen. When she was 16, she had an orgasm while getting spanked OTK. Her dad did not acknowledge it happened, and continued that spanking as nothing happened. She is not 100% sure he knows she came but he never spanked her again. After that incident, he changed her punishments to grounding.

At one of the first spanking parties i ever attended, I became friends with a young couple that were more than 25 years younger than I. We talked about it and decided I would spank the wife in my room. I invited the husband to come up and be present while I spanked her but he declined. While in the room, I spanked her with hand, and a thin stingy paddle.

Soon after I started in on her with the paddle, there were obvious signs of arousal. She told me something to the effect of, "If you don't stop now, I am going to cum." I commented back that "I'm gonna cum is not a safe word" and continued the spanking. She came multiple times before I stopped alternating between my hand and the paddle.

The first thing she said to me after the spanking was, "Please, do not tell my husband what happened. He thinks he is the only one that can get me turned on like that." Her husband was a very big man and like I already said, a lot younger than I. I rold her something to the effect of, "I ain't telling that big MFer anything."

I wonder how parents would react to those situations when a boy gets erect during spanking over knee or lap. I think its likely the parent can feel it. What would they do next time? It must be awkward for them.

I wonder how parents would react to those situations when a boy gets erect during spanking over knee or lap. I think its likely the parent can feel it. What would they do next time? It must be awkward for them.

For me, the spanking continued as planned. Nothing was said by mum. On the odd occasion when I leaked precum, & she felt it, i'd get a couple of extra spanks. If I ejaculated, then I got an extra 5 - 10 spanks.

Afterwards I had to remain exposed and usually stand in corner (or wherever mum was so she could watch me) until the erection naturally subsided. If I attempted to touch myself I'd got told not to as it would "lessen the punishment". If i managed to touch myself, I'd get another 10 spanks to ensure the punishment was the remembered factor!

@MCurious , that sounds cruel. I am sorry you had such bad experience in childhood.

I never got aroused when being spanked as a boy, but another boy in my class at school did, and that caused the masters to give him extra strokes

I was sometimes erect - usually if I was waiting for it, as the anticipation seemed to get me going (although I wasn't looking forward to it). Nothing was said, and it soon went down, although the first time it happened I assumed I would be told off or it would stop altogether and it was surprising that neither happened.

Being spanked as a child didn't arouse me. I do get a sexual thrill from being spanked as an adult and I did as a teen, but the idea of my parents doing it was not arousing nor was the act of being spanked by my parents arousing.

Would it have been had someone else done it? I honestly don't know as it never happened and I can only speculate. Tying it to MedFet, I don't recall being aroused while I was in a medical situation, however fantasizing about it after the fact was arousing so maybe spanking would be the same.

Why do I enjoy being spanked sexually? Unsure, however my first memory of being spanked is associated with getting caught playing with myself so maybe my brain formed a Skinnerian connection between arousal and spanking - any maybe not.

Every summer during summer vacation, my siblings and I stayed with our grandmother for four to six weeks. When I was six years old, grandma taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas, as preteens. Then gave them the job of taking care of us, doing routine things like, giving us our evening bath, enemas when needed, and occasional spankings among other things. She did this to give her two younger daughters good practical experience taking care of kids.

When I was around seven or eight, if I knew we were going to get a spanking followed by an enema at evening bath time, I’d start to get stiff, when the girls gather us up, and took us to the bathroom. Once in grandma's big downstairs bathroom, like us, both girls got totally undressed. Because, once the girls spanked us followed by an enema, they put us in the large walk-in dual head shower together. Then got in with us, to keep order, as they bathe us. Once we all had our clothes off, the girls fix a couple of enemas and hung them up on the wall above the long-padded bench. Once they sat down on the bench, they told us, "Y’all know what’s coming next, don't you?" Not saying a word, as we stood in front of them getting chewed out for whatever it was, we’d done. When they finished, being the oldest, I was told to lay down across the older girl's bare lap. And there’s no way she could miss the condition of my stiff penis. But once in position with my hands pinned behind my back, the spanking started, and I went from stiff too soft in an instant. As my siblings watched me get a long hard spanking. In some respects, I was lucky to be first. Because I didn’t have to wait and watch like my siblings did, seeing what was shortly coming their way. When the spanking was finished, she lubricated my anus with her index finger buried deep inside me, then got the enema nozzle behind her. By the time she removed her finger, replacing it with the enema nozzle, I was stiff again. When I finished taking and held the enema for five minutes, my brother got told to lay down across the other girl's lap for his spanking an enema. Followed by our sister. Once I finished on the toilet, I had to stand in the corner of the walk-in shower to wait on my siblings, while they finished getting a spanking and an enema. As each one finished on the toilet, they joined me in the walk-in shower in a corner of their own. When the girls joined us in the shower, our punishment was over, and we were allowed out of our separate corner.

No not at all . Mom spanked us bare ass she didn’t care who was there either.. she used her hand when were younger . As teenagers she would use a belt or a paddle. And sometime a switch. It was go to your room it’s was she came in with what ever she chose pant underwear down and she went to town until she was done. There was a few times my sister and I both got it one after the other

Any arousal I sometimes had, which I think was down to being undressed rather than the thought of receiving the spanking itself, soon went away as soon as the spanking began. The pain hit my attention and I soon became less conscious of any arousal.

Getting spanked by my parents didn’t arouse me growing up, per se. I had a whole host of TV characters and people from real life spanking me in different scenarios that I would experience in my imagination, sometimes after a spanking, sometimes when I was bored and was told to go to bed but was not sleepy.

However, there was something about getting disciplined at school that really turned me on. Even though I was a good girl, and never sought out punishment as I’ve written about in other posts, when I was disciplined, I found a silver lining. There was just something about having to willingly hold your hand up to be smacked repeatedly, or being told to put your nose in a circle on the black board and receiving a few smacks with a ruler when you turned around that really made me wet as a little kid. And the sound of some poor student getting paddled in the hall way. Sometimes they didn’t even make it that far and it was more or less just in the doorway. As much as I hate to admit it, not only did it fascinate me, it did something for me. I was always very caring toward the person after the ordeal, though. Never wanted it to be me because it would have been beyond trouble at home, but if that weren’t the case…..

Although I was a boy, there was plenty of wet but no erection. By the end of a spanking my face would be wet with a mixture of tears and mucous.

It depends if it is a playful spanking or punishment spanking. Parents spanking never gets me wet as they are all punishment spanking let me explain.

A punishment spanking is painful. Before the spanking you fear and pain in your mind and you don’t have the time to get wet during the spanking it to painful you don’t feel like wet and after spanking you feel sorry for yourself do not feel wet.

Playful spanking is different before the spanking you think of getting wet during the spanking you get wet after the spanking you get wetter. The whole idea of playful or exotic spanking is getting wet.

That’s the reason why I say depends!

After spanking was over the heat in my bum get me aroused but not during mums wooden kitchen spoon coming down on my bare bummostly was the soap she inserted before spanking

I remember becoming erect when I got older (like past 12) but I dont remember ever getting aroused. I think it was just a reaction to nerves and the embarrassment of being bare like that