I have always felt a 'need' to be spanked as an adult. I doubt I would ever pursue it, but I have a fantasy of confiding in my best male friend (both of us totally straight by the way). I imagine telling him of my self control issues, and extreme procrastination, and asking if he would mentor me with spanking as a disciplinary tool to help me. On the day appointed, I would go to his house. He would sit me down and 'counsel' me about my problems. Then, he would produce a strap or paddle and tell me to undress. Embarrassed, I would strip down to my briefs. I would be somewhat shocked as he tells me the spankingneeds to be administered with me totally naked, to be most effective. I would feel the humiliation level rising as I stood before him completely nude. With my eyes downcast in shame, I would feel his eyes studying mefor what would seem an eternity. I would be telling myself, this man loves me dearly as a friend, and I love and trust him. He is willing to do this to help me, so I am going to submit just as willingly. He sits down in a chair and pulls me over to him. He produces a paddle for me to see. As he directs me to lay across his lap, I begin to get 'excited' at what is about to happen to me. Then, he calls his wife in to be a witness. I had not anticipated that, and my face burns even redder as I catch her eyes looking on with interest. "This is for yourown good" he says; then, I feel the first smack of the paddle on my left cheek, lightly at first. After a brief wait, the right cheek gets equal attention. Soon, the speed, and intensity increase. "I think this might havebeen a mistake" . I am hollering out loud now, and beginning to kick my bare feet. "That's enough Ken" I exclaim. I feel his big leg cross over mine, pinning me, as the spanking continues. We had arranged no 'safe' word, as I wanted the discipline spanking to be real. He would stop momentarily, and rub my sore buttocks lovingly as he scolded some more. "You will learn self discipline, or this will be only the beginning" he said . He put down the paddle and used his big hand to continue the spanking, which somehow hurt even deeper. Soon I was crying like a little boy over his daddy's lap. When the punishment at last stopped, I was made to get in the corner, face to the wall. Ken and Sarah went about their business as I stood, well reddened and naked buttocks on full view. Finally Ken laid a hand on my butt, and said "I HOPE you have learned something useful from this...I will be checking your progress in the coming weeks, and if necessary, we WILL repeat this." Sniffling, I turn and hug him, not caring that myexposed privates are pressed up against him. "Thank you" I stammer out, as I turn to get dressed. Though my butt is VERY sore, and my humiliation great, I somehow feel guilt free and an overwhelming relief that is hard to describe. I do find that it has helped me with my issues....but, I will need several more sessions over the knees of my loving friend, as I grow to better self control in my adult life.Has anyone else had such a desire or fantasy of being so disciplined by a best friend? Or have you actually experienced this? How did you go about talking to them about it? Was it effective for you? Where you afraid you might be 'turned on' by the experience some how? And, were you?