How it started for me

I have several memories from as a child but I am not sure of ages or the correct order.

I used to get spanked occasionally but always by my father and always on a clothed bottom. I do not think that this had anything to do with my fetish but well who knows.

One memory is seeing a neighbourhood kid spanked by his mother. This kids mother spanked him on his inner thigh leaving a big red hand print and making a large smacking sound. Just one hit on each inner thigh. I think I was about 8 or 9 at the time.

Another similar memory is in a kitchen. There were several mothers and children and one mother picked up a wooden spoon and whacked it hard across the top of her daughters legs at the back and calmly said to another mother something along the lines that the short school uniform makes it so much easier to land the wooden spoon on the top part of her legs all this while the girl has collapsed on the floor crying and holding her legs. I remember feeling fascinated and sad for her at the same time. I think I was about 10 or 11 at the time.

Then nothing until I was at university. About 19 or 20. I had a girlfriend. She was my first girlfriend. I borded with an older lady who had put a plastic sheet on my bed and this girl had found out and this sparked a conversation where she told me that she had wet the bed until she was 16. OK so far but the real interesting bit was that she had tried everything to stop and that both her and her parents were getting frustrated by it. Apparantly her father had just said she was lazy and deserved the strap. She had actually agreed to him hitting her to help her stop wetting. I was hooked and litened intently as she said that she was not allowed to change to dry sheets if she wet during the night, she had to lie in it and each morning her father would come into her bedroom and pull back the blankets. If she was dry she would get up. If she was wet, she would roll onto her tummy and he would get the strap that was hanging in her room and he would literally beat her backside. Man I was both shocked and turned on at the same time and feeling really mixed up in side. I felt like I should be angry at him.

So here I am at about 20. I think I am interested but I have never spanked anyone.

Anyway that girl and I eventually parted. I actually dont recall wanting to spank her.

My next girlfriend lived at home with her mum. Her father had passed away some years earlier. Mum was quite strict with her. One thing her mom did was made the daughter wear control briefs. For the uninitiated, control briefs are tight panties made of non stretchy material. I had never heard of them and she enjoyed showing me and letting me feel. Her mum made her wear them because the theory was that they took so long to take off that all interest in sex would have waned before we got to do anything. Interestigly, the girl was quite up front that we could cuddle and kiss and mutually masturbate each other but that no way was I to penitrate her. She was not going to loose her virginity until she was married. OK so I enjoyed feeling her and feeling the tightness of these control briefs. I also enjoyed thinkig about how they restricted her. Likewise the fact that she obeyed her mother even at 20 odd years of age. So in my mind I was developing an interest in power and control. I developed this fantasy of wanting cane her. I had received the cane at school and except for a few smacks as a kid, this had been the extent of my physical punishment. So one day I said to her that I wanted to cane her. To my surprise she agreed and said that I would have to wait until a day when her mum was away.

So one day a while later she tells me that he mother was going to be away in a few days time. Now this was not unusual in that she had invited me over on such occasions before and we had spent time together. Now nothing had been said about the cane since that first short conversation. However after that conversation, I had gone looking for a cane. Not owning one you see. This prooved easier said than done. Eventually from a craft shop I was able to purchase a metre of cane claiming I needed it to hang some artwork. I arrived at her home and stood actually shaking a bit with cane by my side and rang the doorbell. She opened the door and saw the cane. She was a bit taken aback and just looked at it. I recall she said something like "OK we had better get this over with" she was wearing a summer dress just above the knees. We went into her house. I was feeling very nervous and of two minds. I wanted to cane her but I did not want to hurt her if that makes sense. We went into the lounge room and she bent over and said "go on do it" or words to that effect. I am sure I was very clumsy. I swung the cane and brought it down across her skirt and her back side and she jumped up and grabbed her behind and screamed out. Now to me a caning had always been 4 or 6 cuts and now jumping around. But the dress had slowed the cane. It had however galvanised my desire. I told her to stop the silly yelling and bend over. I remember feeling a great sense of something - power maybe. I think my tone of voice surprised her as much as it did me. I said to her that the dress had gotten in the way and it had to go. She bent over again and I lifted it up and tucked it into the wast band or belt that was a part of the dress. She was wearing the tight control breifs. Ooh the memory is wonderful. I said if she held still it would be just another three but if she didn't then she would get 6. I then hit her three times with the cane. As hard as I could. I had assumed that my teachers had caned me like that and that that was the way one caned. She was crying and shaking but stayed bent over. It had obviously been very emotionally hard for her. We hugged as I recall and eventually she stopped sobbing. I actually felt a bit depressed after as I recall. I felt I had hurt her. Anyway she rubbed her bottom and I reached around and tried to pull off the control briefs and she was adamant that they stay on. I said I wanted to see the stripes and that as kids after a caning we always went to the toilets to see the stripes. She said OK just at the back and she turned away from me and pulled the control briefs down just far enough for me to see her backside and one red and three dark purple black stripes across the cheeks. Wow I thought. Again there were these mixed feelings about the power and the feeling of having hurt her. Anyway she pulled them back up and pulled down her dress. She was quite quiet for the rest of the day. I recall I had dinner with her and her mother that night. She did not say anything but I did notice that she sat slowly. I did not get to cane her again. She did not discuss it and I did not ask. Infact in hindsight the relationship probably changed a bit that day and so even though we remained bf & gf for a while we split up sometime later and I wonder whether that was the reason.

Anyway that is enough for now.

Got to like a spanking before the enema. Was introduced to it by a masseuse. Nothing like a naked lady spanking, and threatening with the enema bag hanging there. Makes you be a good boy.

Well this isnt how it started for me but there was a man which i met in a nightclub, we met up a couple of time and went out and soon after i went to his house to stay overnight and i was a little uncertain about sleeping with him, but he made my stay worthwhile anyway, at first we were just talking and watching tv, then we started with the heavy petting which i put him off a little, and i just told him i had to go to the bathroom, when i came back we started wrestling and when he pined me down,( i had on a skirt, which was good for me), i slapped my bottom i was surprised and also a little turned on by that. when he saw that the games began, he started giving me orders nothing hardcore and when i didnt listen he started spanking me, of course more than half the time i didnt listen so that he would have to spank me, then i told him i had to use the bathroom, i knew he had a roommate but i didnt know if his roommate was home. and he told me i would have to get undressed totally if i wanted to go and walk to the bathroom nude, i waited until i was almost ready to pee on myself because i was thinking he wasnt serious, but he sure was , we never did have sex but that night was so erotic to me anyway, when he was slapping my ass he sure made it hurt real good

The idea of having my bottom spanked did`nt seem like something to enjoy when I was about eleven yrs old . It was around this time that me and a few other children lived on a farm in Norfolk . Our parents were all employed on the farm and the farmer had tutors come in three days a week .

There were five of us boys and four girls .It had been agreed by the farmer ,our three tutors and our parents that corporal punishment would be used to keep order and to punish . Both boys and also girls would be spanked or caned on the bare bottom in front of the class .

As I found out ,boys went over a tutors knee or bent over with their bare bottoms facing the class and girls would go over the tutors knee , whether male or female ,with their bottoms facing the blackboard ,also possibly bending over .

We ranged up to about age fourteen . Seeing the others bare bottoms became exciting and if I had to be spanked ,it too became exciting .

You have a great story of all the wonderful excitement that these early experiences certainly have. seems we return back to what was most innocent and usually it involves sex - how fun!

I have quite a few memories of spanking situations, as most of my contemporaries did get spanked. One of my most vivid memories runs something like this: "Rick," well known as the class bully, pushed "Hank" off the monkey bars and he landed on his head. Rick was sent to the principal's office and paid for his misconduct with a whipping. After a while, Hank told some other boys, including me, that the principal had administered the punishment with a switch and had bared Rick's bottom, in front of Hank; he then whipped Rick until his bottom was fire engine red.

This still stimulates me even though it happened over 55 years ago.

I also had a female teacher in 6th grade who probably spanked every boy at least once. And she would often threaten "Next time the pants will go down" but as far as I know she never made good on that.

I remember playing a game with my friend jerry next door. I was about 12 and He was a year older than me. we set up plastic bowling pins and when it was your turn you tried to stand about 25 ft away and knockem down. If you miss you got spanked otk. Well i missed alot and ended over his lap. As he spanked me it would hurt & we would laugh. Well after awhile it started to feel different and I noticed my little penis would get hard as i was getting spanked. And so it began

It was one of my neighbors who said me for the first time that he was usually spanked at home on the bare bottom. I was somehow amazed. We were of the same age, maybe six or seven years old. Soon I was to know from other friends of mine that corporal punishments were often given on the bare. I had been beaten very rare at home. So I became... curious. Some months later, one of my friend took the belt from his father, and I assisted at his punishment because his dad beat him in the park before their house. I heard my friend's cries and I saw him trying to escape from that torment. Then his father took him into the house, but through the open window I continued to hear the cracks, They sounded otherwise: I realized that the belt was applied that once right on my friend's bare ass. I became more troubled about spanking asking myself how could it be. How could a boy support such a pain, such a humiliation?

I got for the first time the belt when I was nine or ten y.o. for disobedience. Mom used for the first time a belt on my ass. Usually she used the slipper, which was not so painful. But that day I was very obstinate, and she seemed decided to defeat my stubbornness. So that she asked me firmly to lower my pants. Despite my curiosity, I refused. I was very afraid and somehow coward. But Mom forced me to do it and I had to feel thus the belt for the first time, and without any protection. Wow!

I was to take an other memorable correction many years later, when I was in the 9th form, for a serious misbehavior at school. My school was a boy school, with a severe discipline. Thus for my misbehavior I was obliged to cut my hair number one. My mother knew on the same day about my fault. That was the second time I got the belt from her. All my promises and begging for pardon were in vain. She was very firm, telling me that I deserved the beating of my life, and asked me to put my trousers and briefs off and to lay face down on the bed. Which I did. I hoped to escape easier if I obeyed. But after ten belt strokes I felt I could not take more. I yelled, I rolled from the bed down, on the floor, I knelt before Mom, and I embraced her legs, begging her to stop, At least for some minutes... But a very painful lash on my bared back, and an other one on my thighs, very mordant, convinced me to lay again on the bed. There followed other twenty lashes on my bottom. It was a very severe correction, My bottom was very sorrow, and I was very ashamed, not only for my nudity, but due to my misbehavior, for which I had obliged Mom to give me such a beating.

From then, I never gave her a new occasion to repeat that memorable lesson . I had known however what a sound beating meant. What a real humiliating punishment could cause . I never forgot it. So, very soon I began to play games with my friends on punishments. At the beginning, there were some amusing punishments. But soon, we bet on corporal punishments. First, it was the cane on the trousers, but soon it was the belt on the bare ass. I felt then what to dominate and to be dominated meant . I learned what meant to be obliged to submit to an other one's will for being punished. I was thrilled whenever I knew about one of my school colleagues who had been punished bare at home, and the same day I called for my bf to play cards on punishments. There were some days when we gave each other even a hundred lashes. Our butts were red, but we were happy.

What could I say more about my first spanking experiences ?

When i was about 10 years old. i was walking home from school & threw a snow ball at a pretty girl i knew who was on the front steps of her house, not a hard throw, but one to show her i was a brat!

She responded with her girl friend watching by running up to me as i froze in place,& slapped my face hard.From then on i knew i wanted to be dominated by a woman & spanked.

I knew i needed & wanted to get spankings from women when i was about 10 yrs old.

When i met my wife to be, i gave her a paddle to spank me.

She took to it like a duck to water!

We were very soon married, 41 yrs later i am still a spanked husband.

At first my gf, now my wife, would not spank me hard enough. I had to expalain to her that she would not really hurt me and that we was not being a "bad" woman.

I guess it started for me when I deceided to marry a man who believed in a HOH relationship. He has the power.... he makes decisions with money and pretty much every other decision. I"m only allowed to wear dresses or skirts. A chore list is given each night to me for the next day and EVERYTHING best be complete when he arrives home. Clothes washed/ironed....dinner made.....house clean.....bathroom scrubbed.....errand ran. It truley is a blessing and makes my (our) life so much easier. i feel loved and safe after a punishment, which usually consists of corner time (undressed) to reflect and conjur up embarrasment then a sound spanking either bare hand or with a paddle or if I was really bad the strap followed by more corner time to reflect again. It works for us 😃

Sounds lovely lydia.

I'm not sure how it started. When we were kids my dad would get angry and come out of his room swinging a belt at me,my sister and brother. It was no fun. I think it started after I got into women. I liked their bodies but loved asses. Somehow these rememberances of being punished became focused on women. Now the fantasy is a turn on.