What excites you most about being spanked?

What excites me most about being given a spanking is the fact I am with a trusted spanking friend, and we are going to really enjoy some quality time together. Of course, I am well aware of the fact that I am now across her lap and having my bared butt spanked is going to hurt! However, a person who is fortunate to have a true spanking friendship, they will know exactly what I am saying.

Ray

What excites me most is the humiliation of my bare bottom and stiff cock, the submission being over one’s knee, and the pain. I was spanked as a child, but I only remember one incident.

I think it is the suble humility of being forced to get undressed and to have my privates made public. The position I’m placed in and the unintentional erection that occurs as my penis rubs against the lap and my butt begins to hurt. I was spanked growing up at home until I was 17

For me the most exciting and important thing is actually the one giving the spanking. Flirting with them(Even though I prefer male partners for most things, this is one of the situations where it could also be a lesbian woman as long as spanking me turns her on), pushing and teasing them, seeing them aroused. Teasing them to spank harder and then temporarily lose control, fearing maybe I drove them too far and I can't stop or control the situation any more.

I first became aware of my interest in spanking during my school days: my school used both the cane and the slipper - I only got the latter. And it's been my primary fetish ever since, as a spankee. It's not an overtly sexual thing for me. It's more about the ritual, the process, the mind-games, the power exchange, the anticipation, the nerves, the embarrassment as I am bared - it's a real adrenalin hit. The administration of the punishment is, of course, the centre-piece but I really really don't like that bit: it hurts a lot - and I am not into pain - but that's the point. Spankings are not meant to be a fun thing, at least not for me. And as much as I hate it, the desire never goes away.

Looking back now it infuriates me but my parents spanked me right up until my 18th birthday because they clearly were fetishists and could get away with it. At the time it was happening though it was a thrill because I would get turned on at the anticipation and routine of it. It was a naughty secret and I never fought back because of that. I also have absolutely no relationship with my parents now and a fetish for it myself so a lot of damage was done by them.

I have only been spanked as a way to encourage women to let me spank them. Once they find out it is very enjoyable they usually let go and let me have free reign

Wasn’t spanked growing up, but around age 11-12 I witnessed a neighbor spanking her daughter. She was being obnoxious so her mother pulled a spatula from a drawer. Her daughter began to cry, though I didn’t know why. Until she took her down the hall in plain sight, struggled a bit, but took her pants and panties down and spanked her. I sat watching, feeling butterflies and immediate thought of, what if that were me? The thought was scary, but exciting and alluring. I was hooked.

For me, while I was spanked a little as a child, mainly my interest started with paddling in college — both receiving and then giving. There is the complete submission to be willing to do something that you know will hurt, but then there is some type of bond between the two that forms mainly from trust in your partner. So for me I never spank to just inflict pain, it is really more about the relationship after that pain subsides.

The intense stinging sensation in my bottom followed by the afterglow.

I like the anticipation. I haven't been spanked properly in a long time but I like it over-the-lap with my arms either twisted back or pinned under the spanker's legs. I like the thrill of not knowing when or where the stroke will come, the sensuality of being naked in someone's lap, the exposure--I rather think I would like for my spanker to inspect my asshole and pussy, tell me that my ass is dirty (it's not really, I'm a cleanly person) and that they know I'm not a virgin, then give me a red-ass spanking with their hand and then the back of a wooden hairbrush. If the spanking is the main event of the scene, I'd stay in that position for aftercare and they could fingerbang me and run their fingers through my hair. I'd come soon, in that vulnerable position with my ass burning and my arms pinned.

But the anticipation, waiting for each stroke? Oh, it's like an extreme sport to me, the thrill of fear and excitement.

The words, painfully precise descriptions anticipation the embarrassment