I believe that I was born with a spanking fetish, but I think that being spanked as a child and witnessing spankings as a child most certainly contributed to my spanking fetish.
As far back as three, I can remember lying in my bed fantasizing about men and occasionally women, who were not my parents, spanking me with various implements. Some would be people I knew. Some would be people from TV shows. Sometimes other people were watching. Sometimes other people were getting spanked too. It was very stimulating to me. I started masturbating at an early age, and these were the things of my fantasies.
Like many of the people here, I didn’t particularly like getting spanked by my parents, especially my mother. I despised that, and it lead to a lot of anger and hatred toward her over the years. I didn’t mind my father spanking me as much. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, so those spankings, while they hurt, somehow seemed ok because they came from him.
And like a lot of the previous posters, I looked up every word possible related to spanking in the dictionary, repeatedly. It got me excited and wet. And any mention of it in a movie or TV show, or better yet, a scene, was awesome.
The icing on the cake though was at school. My school practiced corporal punishment. It was complicated. I would for the most part feel bad for the student getting paddled or having their hand slapped with a ruler, but I would get sexually excited too. And even though I would endless imagine myself in that situation, I was thankful that it really wasn’t me because it would seriously complicate my life.
It was even better if it was a friend, or if a friend got spanked at their home, because then I could politely and delicately interview them about their experience and get more details for my fantasies.
So, for pretty much 40 years spanking has been an important part of my life. It’s a part that I often have to hide, unfortunately, but one I can’t live without since I’m a masochist submissive.