Well, growing up my parents never spanked me, they did not believe in it, but I always was fascinated by the whole process. When I was 11, I was staying at my friends house. I had stayed there many times and I knew his mom spanked the kids, but had never witnessed it first hand. My friend and his younger sister would always talk about it. So, of course I became curious. This particular time I was I thought to myself I would test the waters a little bit. My friend and his younger sister and I were playing downstairs and we were getting loud, my friend's mother told us to settle down a few times. Well, we kept playing and I decided to see what would happen if I did something wrong. I took a ball and threw it and it broke the lamp, was I aiming at the lamp, yes, did I want it to break, yes! I don't think it was obvious but as soon as it happened, my friend and his sister started to freak out. They were in a panic mode! Anyway, I just acted dumb and a few minutes later, their mother came down and saw the lamp. My friends started to plead innocent and started to negotiate with their mother.
She marched us all upstairs into the living room, she then ask who broke the lamp, I took full responsibility, I told her the ball got away from me, I was sorry I broke the lamp and I was expecting her to send me home. The other kids were already pleading not to get spanked, I just sat there. My stomach was turning with both wonderment and excitement. She got up and left the room for a few minutes. (I think she called my mom, to this day I'm not sure, but I believe that's what happened) She came back into the living room, she said very matter of factually...Jack, since your staying at my house, you have to respect my rules. I said I understand and apologized again for breaking the lamp. She said I understand but we have rules and you broke one and you need to follow me. She then got up and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was right next to the living room, it had 2 entrances both with swinging bar type doors. From the living room you could not see into the kitchen.
She told me to stand right here, she was going to have to spank me for misbehaving and I need to pull down my pants and underwear. At that point, she turned around and opened a drawer, pulled out a wooden spoon. I dropped my pants and underwear and just stood there for a second or two, she turned around with the wooden spoon, was looking at me face to face. She said, I always hit on the side of the bottom to ensure I don't hit the static nerve, so hold up your shirt and look out the window. There was a large window in the kitchen and I was looking out it. She then proceed to whack me about 5 times on each side of my bottom. She did about 3 rounds of that, then told me to get dressed and tell my friend or her son to get in here. It hurt like hell, but I loved it. At that point, I went back in the living room and got to hear both my friend and his sister get spanked as well. I was a great experience. I didn't love the spanking part of it, but I did love everything leading up to it.