There is one particular episode from my life that firmly put spanking into my fetish zone. I was 13 and during the summer my parents sent me to the scout camp. This was a boy-girl scout camp set on the premises of a former sanatorium in a lovely recreational area on a river bank. There were two large separate "barracks", for boys and for girls. Kids were divided into several platoons each consisting of same age boys and girls. Each platoon had a "captain" commander. Usually these were students from teacher training colleges undergoing summer practice. Commander of our platoon was a girl called Zoe who turned 21 at that time. She was a very attractive girl with big boobs, heavy round buttocks and long shapely legs. The boys in our platoon all were in love with her and continuously talked about her and dreamed of a chance to see her naked. I too was stuck and secretly imagined how one day I would see her naked or even feel those awesome breasts. I was given a chance.
When I woke up one night to go pee I passed the room where Zoe lived. I saw a light coming from a door slightly ajar. I couldn't resist the temptation. With a heavy pounding heart, I peeked into the door crack. There, I saw Zoe. She was standing in front of a mirror dressed in very short night dress. She turned with her back to me and started to remove her dress! I was nearly frozen from excitement. There, before my teenager horny eyes, the most beautiful girl bared her big white bottom. My head was dizzy. I made an awkward step and hit a brush that someone put near the door. Bang! The sound seemed like a thunder in the middle of a calm night. I could't run. I knew that I was caught.
The door abruptly opened, and a strong Zoe's hand whisked me in in a second. There, I stood only in my loose underpants with a visible lump from erect penis in front of my platoon captain who put back on her night dress. She continued to clutch my hand and said: "I know that you peeped at me. Do not even try to lie! I will have to report this incident to the administration of the camp. And you know what would happen next?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, - she said, - the head of the camp would call your parents to demand that they take you back home before the term. I am sure they will give you a lesson or two about peeping."
I was on the brink of tears. Zoe then looked me over from head to toes. It seemed to me that her eyes stayed longer on the front of my underpants. Then she said: "Tell me the truth. Were you jerking off? If you tell me the truth I may change my mind. The truth! Now!" Her voice slightly raised to angry whisper.
"No, no, no. I wasn't jerking off. I only was going to the toilet. Saw the light and..." - I stammered energetically. "I do not believe you. Perhaps it's not the first time that you peep on me. You have to learn the lesson of discipline! Now, you choose - either I take right now to the head of the camp or I punish you myself." - said Zoe and took a seat on the large bed. I started to whine: "Don't take me to the head, please! Please. Will never do it again!" Zoe said: "So you choose my punishment, don't you?". I nodded my head in distress. "What are you going to do to me? - I asked.
Zoe stood up, went to the door and locked it. "I said I will give you a lesson you will remember. I will keep secret what you tried to do and you will not tell anyone what happened here. Understood?"
I nodded. She said: "You have to say loud and clear - I understand, Miss Zoe, that I should not tell anyone about what happened in this room. Repeat this. Three times!"
I did. Without further words, she sat again on the bed, yanked me close to her and ordered to lay on her lap. I noticed, when laid on her legs, that the hem of her dress hiked up almost to her waist and in a bright light of her table lamp I saw a triangle of curly hairs.
She started the execution. Her hand slapped me once, then twice. Then a few more times. Spanking wasn't hard. And with each blow I felt that my dick presses harder and harder against her thigh. I started to panic as I felt that my penis becomes hard. What if she feels that and punishes me even harder!
And, indeed, she felt it because Zoe lifted me up and looked at my groin. "So, you have some dirty thoughts, don't you! Now, pull down your underpants. My lesson will continue.
I couldn't say that I was completely pissed off by that order. Mixed feelings and some subconscious emotions were fighting inside me. It was an intriguing and at the same time very embarrassing proposition to stand fully naked in front of the object of my desire. "Hurry up, - said Zoe, - I have to go to sleep!"
I dropped down my underpants exposing my semi-erect boyhood and immediately putting my hands to cover it. "Hands up! - hissed Miss Zoe. I raised my hands feeling completely exposed. "Now, you lay down again on my lap and your spanking will continue. This will be more effective than through your underpants".
When I settled finally on her bare and smooth thighs I suddenly felt that she somehow managed to get my penis between them. Her cool and tender skin on inner parts of her legs gently pressed my pecker. Then I felt firm and slightly burning hand slaps landing on my buttocks. With each blow, her legs pressed harder my penis, which again started to grow into erection. She spanked and spanked, without force but strong enough to keep me squeezing me buttocks in anticipation. Her legs continued to press harder and harder my already fully erect penis. Then, suddenly, I started to feel a very strange wave of pleasure enwrapping me from my pelvic area. My pecker tightly squeezed by her thighs erupted with spasms, which seemed to last forever. Then, the spanking abruptly stopped. I laid there on her lap, afraid of what happened and her potential reaction.
"You can stand up now, - her voice was much softer now. - I hope you remember this lesson for long". Embarrassed and red cheeked, I silently nodded. "Give me your underpants". I reached down and handed it over. She wiped her legs, then took me gently by the tip of my penis and wiped it with underpants. "You can go now. Don't forget to pee otherwise you wet the bed. And remember - not a word of what happened here!"
So, I left Miss Zoe's room with my first orgasm achieved as a result of punishment and unforgettable tactile touches of the senior girl I was at that time in love with.