Only on my last spanking, at age 13. I was spanked a lot when I was a child, especially before 10 years old. After 10 years old, I was still spanked, but not as often, with spankings occurring with less frequency and further apart.
I had a facination with spanking since I was very young, at least since when I entered kindergarten at age 5. But I would only get aroused when I heard or saw others get spanked, which happened fairly commonly where I lived in the U.S. during the 1970s and 1980s. Paddling was used pretty commonly back then, and I got to hear quite a lot of other kids get paddled, especially in my elementary school (grades K-5), but also during middle school (grades 6-😎. Usually kids were taken out of sight, but you could still see them being taken away to be paddled, and hear the sound of the paddling, and the crying and begging of the child with the teacher sternly telling them to be still and why they were paddled. (Sometimes, what I heard was even more intense than that, with kids fighting their punishment and being held still while they were paddled and screamed and cried. One time, they even paddled a particularly misbehaving boy in front of the class). All of these things made me very aroused and very facinated.
But for me, spanking was very much a feared thing, and didn't make me aroused. I was a sensitive kid and wanted to avoid being spanked, for both the pain and the shame of it. I was never paddled at school, but my father (and sometimes my mother) often spanked me at home. Usually the spankings came suddenly, when either of my parents got mad at me for something, with no "ritual" or scolding happening first.
My last spanking occurred when I was 13. I was supposed to sit down and do my homework. But I was easily distracted, and was goofing off. My last spanking happened perhaps a year or so before, so I was unprepared for another spanking to occur. I guess I expected my spankings to be over. But sudddenly, to my shock, my father, obviously angry from my failure to pay attention to my homework, suddenly grabbed the hard sandal off of his foot (which he used to spank me), and started after me. I was surprised and unprepared, but tried to get away. My father grabbed me and made an effort to pull down my pants and underwear, but I was now too big to just grab and hold down, so my father kind-of had to pin me against the couch with me trying to move away, while he swung at my half-uncovered buttocks a bunch of times. He finally stopped and told me to sit down and do my homework.
I was stunned and speechless. I just pulled my pants up, and sat down, and sat there silently in amazement. The thought suddenly came to my head that, "I just got spanked." By this point, I had finally become aware that I had a spanking fetish, and that it was cool that I had been spanked in the past. But remembering past spankings was a different thing that being aroused or pleased while I was actually being spanked, or in the immediate aftermath. But here I was, at 13, in the aftermath of a spanking, with my buttocks stinging, with the embarrasment of the spanking still upon me, and I was now suddenly aware of how cool it was that I just got spanked. Yes, I did get aroused, as I sat there pondering the spanking that just happened, and drinking it in. That was the only time that happened, and it was my last opportunity, because it was my last spanking.