A few years ago I met a woman on line who was looking for someone to give her discipline spankings on a regular basis. It was strictly non-sexual. That was made clear at the start. She was married, but her husband wasn't in to spanking her. They had tried and it didn't work for them. He had a hard time understanding her need for it, but was quite happy for someone else to do it for her. We chatted for a couple of weeks on line, then met them at a quiet cafe for coffee and just generally got to know each other.
After the cafe meeting she e-mailed me and said that both she and her husband felt comfortable with me and would I like to spank her at their home. Her husband would be home, but in another room.
The first meeting went quite well. Her husband met me at the door and told me to go on into the bedroom where she was waiting for me.
She was laying on the bed with her dress pulled up and her panties around her knees. She turned her head to me as she said HI and asked me to close the door.
She asked me if this was ok, meaning the position she was in, and I said if she was comfortable like that, then we would start. She said before we start, I want you to be sure this needs to be a punishment, so make it hurt.
WE had arranged a safe word beforehand, so I proceeded by sitting on the bed beside her and delivered the first couple of swats hard and fast. There was a sharp intake of breath, so I asked her if that was ok, to which she just nodded her head.
I carried on taking my time to fully cover her rather ample bottom with lots of pink, then red handprints. After about ten minutes of this she was beginning to squirm and I asked her if she was still ok. She nodded again and said harder please, and I noticed there was a bit of a catch in her voice.
My hand was beginning to get a bit sore by now. I noticed a hairbrush on her dresser and thought about asking if she minded if I used that, but we hadn't discussed that beforehand so I picked up the pace with my hand and laid it on as hard as I could. She was squirming all over the place by now and starting to vocalise, Oh Oh Oh. I kept this up until she finally used her safe-word. She was sobbing by now and I gently as I could, caressed her red and hot bottom.
She eventually stopped sobbing and reached back and pulled up her panties. Rolling over, she stood and then sat herself gingerly on my lap and put her arms around my neck and briefly kissed me on my cheek and said “Thank you”
There were tears still coming from her eyes and I wiped them away. She had to be aware of my obvious erection as she was sitting on it, or maybe her bottom was so sore she didn't notice it.
That was the start of a relationship that lasted quite a few months until they actually moved.
It never developed into anything sexual, not that I would have objected, other than I would masturbate later at home thinking about each session.
Sorry this turned out to be a rather long tome, rather than a quick answer. 😃
So to answer the question. Spanking to the point of causing tears definitely does turn me on. I suppose you could say I am a dacryphiliac to some degree.