How did you get turned on by spanking

It is hard to put my finger on a cause specifically. I partly think that people just like what they like. What I can say is that I was fascinated by corporal punishment in school – school paddlings by teachers, etc. –as far back as elementary school. The schools where I went used CP often, and you heard them all the time and might occasionally witness one in the hall, etc., if you happened to be in the right place at the right time. Typically three sharp licks that you could hear up and down the hall. I still remember lots of these, even 25+ years later, and it was something I was excited about, even before I knew that feeling was excitement. I was also spanked occasionally at home by my parents (mostly mom), but it was infrequent and the ones I remember most made me mad and embarrassed more than anything else. Something about school CP, though, just did it for me and is what I go back to in my more “recent” forays into spanking and CP.

The 1st time I know it would excite me was when I was about 12 years old.

Walking home in winter, I threw a snow ball at a 15 year old girl, she was with one of her girl friends,

in a flash, she ran up to me, about 15 feet away, & slapped my face.

Both girls had smug smiles on their faces, that they had punished me.

11 years later I gave my GF a paddle to spank me, we were VERY soon married.

42 years later she still spanks me, for sex & punishment.

I never knew I liked it until a few years ago. I was with a man who suddenly just spanked me after sex. And I mean really slammed his giant heavy hand on my bare flesh with all The force of his weight behind it, HARD, it stung so much, it burned, and the sound it made........

I wasn't sure what to make of it, (because I liked it) I just kind of stared at him, and the sex that followed was the best sex I've ever had!

I wasnt spanked much as a child but I was introduced to spanking by my ex and now I love being spanked and submissive.

It was the first guy I gave a blowjob to that spanked my ass as the same time. I liked the feeling of him taking control and me having to pleasure him first before he pleasured me. Taking me to an incredible orgasm with only his fingers! I was just so turned on by the way he was the one in charge. The first guy I had anal with also spanked me and that made the experience so much more interesting. It was the feeling of him leading and teaching me as the more experienced person. I think I am a dominant, loud, confident person in everyday life. Therefore in the bedroom I like the guy to take the lead and spanking is one way that he can demonstrate this.

I saw my older sisters get spanked bare ass by dad 100s of times from their age 13 to 19

I think it was the sight and sound of others getting paddled in school that first turned me on a little bit. Then one day they sent a high school student to sit with our 2nd grade class while the teachers went to the next building for a teachers meeting. I guess the high schooler did not know what to do for an hour so she played a spanking game, spanking both girls and boys both standing beside her and over her lap, she got to me twice, once up and one over, that trip over her was probably my first hard on.

A cousin liked to play school and queen and prince and princess. Her family had many little shops and buildings on their property so we had many places to play. She liked to be the teacher or the queen in all our little scenarios. Her mother was a teacher and the cousin was a year older than the kids she played with. She had a regulation school paddle, it may have been stolen from her mother or another teacher, I don' know. She was such a tomboy she may have made it herself. It would not take 15 seconds into the game before she would discover a transgression that was suitable for so good old fashions corporal punishment, and boy did she lay that board on with gusto. Usually there would be 3 or 4 kids playing with her and we all left with very red little hineys. I guess we initially put up with it because she had so many things to play with and that was the price we paid. I think late at least some of became addicted to the punishment, I know I did and so did at least two others.

A few times she caught me alone and made me (without too much protest from me) take it bare. There was never anything sexual, she just liked to lay that paddle across someone's poster and by then I was a was quiet willing to donate a bottom.

One very funny thing happened to my cousin. I about the 7th grade he teacher paddled her, She still bitches about to this day, I can't help but chuckle every time I think about it.

I also had very attractive teacher in the5h or 6th grade who made me more aware of school paddling than watching and listening, She was the first to officially put the board to my bottom. She paddled the kid I am going to discuss next and me for using tobacco at a school ball game, I have covered that very thoroughly in an earlier post.

One other guy in this group and I started playing "escape" when we do sleep overs in his parents washouse, a building use before automatic washers, to house the old washing machines and drying rooms. This one also housed the ping pong table and its accessories.

In a game of escape with no penalties for not escaping I was a regular Houdini, but in this washhouse I just could not get loose, something about the availability of ping pong paddles to stimulate one to get out of the bonds. It seemed to word the other was with me. Almost every Friday night I was subjected to ever increasing penalties, those were great Fridays.

After about 6 months of Friday night paddlings the other kid decided to add another penalty while I restrained as he wanted. He had about an 8 inch instrument that would become very hard when he would paddle me. One night he used some leather conditioner as a lubricant and I found my I was rather pleasantly impaled on 8 inches of very hard gristle. Those Friday nights only got better.

I was visiting with my family and the teenage daughter of the people we were visiting came home late from a date. Her dad gave her a panty spanking in front of my family; her family and her boyfriend. I was 14 and loved seeing that It's funny but I still do

I not sure what turned me on to it but I have always enjoyed being spanked, or watching spanking

I get paddled bare and it hurts----but I get no pleasure--only a pain on the butt----I got it coming when I get it however---it hurts there is no pleasure--eroticism, flirtation-----It just a damn sore butt and alot of spank pleas out of my mouth when I am getting it----

I think it has to do with the amount of time I was spanked as a child/teen (it was quite a while). I would get spanked by my parents or family members and accept it, but then would fantasize about getting a girl crush over my knee for a spanking or something like that.

By the time I was six, spanking had laid claim to my imagination. The thought of a naughty child having their pants taken down for an over-the-knee spanking fascinated me like nothing else. If I saw "SPANKING" on the cover of a parenting magazine, I was practically spellbound. In my teens, I actually (and successfully) stole a spanking paperback from a little shop.

I was only ever threatened with spankings as a boy, and only by either my mother or my oldest sister. Except for my mother slapping my face once, the most I ever got was the occasional smack over my pants. There was one time when I was 11 and I was rude to my mum on the phone. She was a schoolteacher and she phoned home late one afternoon. I told her she was interrupting one of my favourite TV shows. When she came through the front door a short while later, I was likely still watching the television. When she saw me, she angrily exclaimed "For two cents, I'd spank you!"

That was an instance where I clearly deserved to be spanked, but it never happened. Several years earlier, when Mum was away at Teachers College, I'd been caught stealing the change from my sisters' coat pockets. My oldest sister asked me if I wanted my pants pulled down and my bare bottom paddled. Obviously, I was afraid, and the frightened part of me said no. But that was another occasion when a spanking was certainly deserved, only to leave me all the more consumed by the whole idea of over-the-knee, bare bottom spanking.

By the time I was 13, I'd begun paddling and strapping myself as a prelude to masturbation. My favourite setting was my parents' bedroom where mirrors could be arranged to give me a perfect view of my bare backside at every stage of the proceedings. I was well and truly hooked on spanking, and some 50 years later, spanking still fascinates me like nothing else.

I hated it when I was a kid I knew when it was coming an feared it but probley around the age of 12 I got my last spanking as a child an in my mid to late 20s all I want is to b put over someone's lap and spanked but I have no idea how it got started

My mother was very similar. Dad left when I was 5 and she never remarried or even dated to speak of--it was pretty much me an her in the house from then on. Spanking was the normal punishment until I was 15 and I am quite sure she enjoyed administering it. I didn't enjoy the pain, but I came to enjoy being "put in my place" and was extremely devoted to mom.

I first became turned on as a child by paddling. I attended a Catholic school along with a neighbor friend. We would discuss what would happen if we were sent to mother Superior's office for discipline. Everyone knew she would give swats for punishment.

One afternoon we decided to see what it would be like to get swats. We located a board that was about the same size as the principals paddle. So we each took turns as the giver and receiver. This would ensure nobody would deliver more than they received. Each would grab their ankles and receive 3 swats. After positions would be swapped and the other would get the well deserved paddling!

I bent over and assumed the position. My punishment was delivered and stung like crazy. Even over my short pants. The bending over made them pull tight to my bottom. Swat then a long pause. Swat wait a minute then swat again. By the 3rd swat I was so hard it was pure pleasure on the front side. We exchanged positions and I began my turn at delivering pleasure. By the time we finished my underwear were soaked with cum and my bottom was warm.

I continued to do this with my friend until we moved about a year after. These days my wife will paddle me good when I want it!

When I was 15, I spent a month at my best friend's summer house. His mother was gorgeous and I used to spy on her every time I could. I would fantasize about her while masturbating. She finally caught me and made me stay up after bedtime. When my friend was asleep, she took me into her room stripped down to bra and panties and said this is what you wanted to see and now you will pay the price. She pulled down my pajama bottoms, took me over her knee and spanked me with her hand. She sent me to retrieve her hard bottom sandal and fished the spanking with that. I cried and begged like a 2 year old but had an erection. She smiled at that and sent me to the bathroom to clean up. I masturbated 3 times that night. She spanked me a few times after that and I still think about her to this day!

I was in the fifth grade, and our teacher really liked spanking kiddos. I remember being interested anytime a spanking was being administered (we had a cloak room right off the main classroom where all the punishments were meted out). Finally I found myself in trouble ... for the awful offense of walking behind the teacher's desk! 3 other boys were hauled into the cloak room. Our teacher was very upset, telling each of the boys why they were going to be punished. Two of the boys went before me ... they were placed at the teacher's rights side while he was seated on a low chair; his left arm would go behind the back of the boy, and the recipient would be drawn over and across teacher's knees. I remember the boys before me getting 4 to 6 swats on their clothed behinds before he woud let them get up from his lap. Both boys before me were crying pretty hard.

Then it was my turn to stand next to teacher. Please note that my parents had NEVER spanked me before, so this was an entirely new experience for me. I saw teachers arm go up over my head, and felt pressure on my back as I was drawn over his knees. The next thing I knew I was staring at the floor as POW - POW - POW - POW - POW the spanks landed on my rear. I was stunned! I never knew that having my bottom struck could hurt so much! I remember as I was going over his lap being thankful that my pants weren't being taken down, because I knew that some kiddos got their spankings on their bare behinds. Boy oh boy, I was sure glad I kept my pants up for this experience, 'cause it was shear torture as it was!

After that, I pretty much stayed out of trouble. My mother and father never really needed to resort to spanking me or my sister ... but I wish they had! I'm sure I would have been a much better student if my bottom had been tanned by them. I found that the experience of being spanked really started my facination with the subject. I'm 58 years old and I'm only now starting to experience spanking as an enjoyable fetish, having discovered that there are so very many like me who crave being a spanker or a spankee (or, as in my case, both!)

My interest started at the age of 11 ,Mum spanked me before a dinner party she and dad were holding .Unsure if it was the spanking which turned me on or because it was a spanking in front of others which turned me on .

Seeing my sister and cousins get spanked first started my interest. Around puberty time I started getting excited when my sister got spanked and when I actually got to watch her bottom wiggle and hear her cry I could hardly wait for bedtime so I could be alone and play with myself. The whole having to undress in front of mommy and daddy and being spanked till she cried was fascinating for me. I got in trouble with cousins and we were all spanked when I was about 13 or 14. I can still picture my older cousin bent over as my aunt spanked her bottom red.

My parents never gave spankings, and so I did not know what it felt like. Maybe that's where my interest comes from - to this day I still fantasize about having pants being taken down and being pulled over someone's knee. I can picture it all, and have images of the whole event, complete with kicking the legs, crying and all that goes with them.

I am in my 50's, so obviously mom can't do this any more, but I still think about it - too bad she was not a spanker!

My parents never gave spankings, and so I did not know what it felt like. Maybe that's where my interest comes from - to this day I still fantasize about having pants being taken down and being pulled over someone's knee. I can picture it all, and have images of the whole event, complete with kicking the legs, crying and all that goes with them.

See, this is what is so fascinating and also so ultimately useless in trying to find out the origin for many of our predilections. Many members tell about their youthful experiences with being spanked and credit their present interest and spanking fetish to those experiences.

Others have never been spanked - myself included - and yet also find it a sort of turn-on and then credit the fascination to imagination how it would be like ...

Both extremes lead to the same place apparently.

Light spanking ir in the 2 cases I experienced light whipping turned me on and gave me an erection. In neither case was the boy hitting my aresde with a peice of cord intending to sex me up, it was an idle movement. I had no intention of becoming aroused either but it happened and on each occasion one of the others present knew it would happen and things progressed on each occasion.

My parents never gave me a formal spanking, just an occasional swat or two on the rear. sometimes my dad would be sitting and he would just barely put me across his knees and swat me. Never had to take down my pants. In elementary school spankings were given by the teacher or principal.

Usually it was the teacher unless it was a major offense, then it was the principal. In the lower grades spankings were sometimes given in front of the entire class. I remember getting a kick out of watching the procedure. As I got older I found myself having to hide my grinning as a spanking was administered. One time in fifth grade two girls had really gotten into trouble and the principal, who was a female, spanked them behind a piano in our classroom.

We couldn't see see because of the piano, and she had us all put our heads down on the our desks, but we could hear her tell each one of them to raise their skirt when it was their turn.. The sound of the paddle hitting their bottoms was really a turn on for me. So was their cries as each got several swats.

I actually have no idea. I've been obsessed with being spanked for as long as I remember. My parents never laid a hand on me, but I can recall being spanked by a friend I had while we were playing house. My interest developed before that incident though. It's really strange.

I actually have no idea. I've been obsessed with being spanked for as long as I remember. My parents never laid a hand on me, but I can recall being spanked by a friend I had while we were playing house. My interest developed before that incident though. It's really strange.

I too was never spanked or physically punished as a child. And yet over the years I too have come to see and appreciate the eroticism of it. It took me a while to get there though.

I think that in the case of punishments and spankings and such, I am going to lay the 'blame' on porn in the form of drawings in the main and on photos. So, in this instance, yes, I was corrupted by all the porn filth out there in the world ... too bad it couldn't have happened sooner ... ha ha

I honestly cannot say why! I have always been excited and fascinated by spanking for as long as I can remember! Growing up whenever I witnessed or heard references to, or anecdotes about spanking my ears always pricked up. I just seem to have been made that way! And as a adult spanking still fascinates and excites me!

It may be hard to pinpoint an exact event, but for me I think what turned me on to spanking was something I witnessed when i was about 13 years old. It didn't turn me into a spankophile at that age, but later when I started enjoying spanking my girlfriends for fun, I looked back and wondered if it wasn't that event that started my interest.

So back to age 13... I was swimming with a bunch of other neighborhood friends at the home of a family with many children. The oldest daughter, Kerri, must have been around 16 or 17 and I knew at that time was really very very attractive. She was probably the first girl I ever really looked at in a way that made me think "wow... she is really pretty and I really enjoy looking at her in a bikini". Anyway, there we are, a bunch of kids (ages 10-17 or so) running around the pool and playing in our different age groups, when Kerri's mother, in a strict voice yells for her to come inside immediately.

Kerri's mom was a nice lady, and a true no-nonsense woman whose children didn't argue with her if they knew what was good for them. I didn't think much about Kerri needing to go, but enjoyed watching her run into the house with her pretty long brunette hair flying in the back and her cute little bikini encased rear end scampering off. I'm not sure how much time passed, and I certainly didn't try timing anything, but at one point I realized I needed to go into the house to use the bathroom.

All the other kids were still playing outside with one or two moms watching over them, so into the house I went. As I started walking towards the bathroom, I had to walk by the den which opened up to one side. I didn't have to go into the den, but given the layout of the hallway, as I was passing it, I had a wide open view of the entire den which was situated about 2 or 3 steps down from the hallway. In other words, I had a bird's eye view of the den. Well that's not all I had a wonderful bird's eye view of!!!! There was Kerri's mom, seated on the sofa facing me, and there over her lap lay her very pretty 17 year old daughter with her bikini bottoms down at her ankles getting a hard over the knee bare bottom spanking.

WOW!!!! What a site!!! Her tan lines accentuated how totally bare her rear end was. Her legs were kicking, and her pretty long hair was whipping around as she tossed her head back and forth trying to make the angry rainstorm of spanks to her naked rear end stop. I was mesmerized. Frozen. Couldn't move. Partly out of fear of being caught staring, and partly out of an 'unknown' excitement' of really enjoying what I was witnessing. At one point Kerri's mom stopped and looked up and saw me standing there - likely like a deer in the headlights with my jaw dropped to the ground.

And thats when she began talking to me... "see SPANK... this is what happens SPANK SPANK to disobedient children SPANK who don't make their beds SPANK SPANK and keep their rooms clean SPANK SPANK SPANK". Her addressing me, caught Kerri's attention as she realized her mom was talking to someone else now.... and she probably was SO hoping that when she looked up to see who that someone was, that as embarrassing as it would be, that it would at least be one of her other sisters, or one of the other moms,... but certainly not a 13 year old boy watching a girl who was a junior or senior in high school getting her bare bum spanked!!!

To her outright horror however, that's exactly what she saw. And oh my, what a priceless look of royal emBARE ASSment came across on her face. Through a stream of a few tears and messy hair, she pleadingly yelped out a feeble "nooooooooooooooooooooo" as I'm sure she hoped it would all just go away, but instead the reality of what was happening must have all been sinking in for her, and she clearly had all FOUR cheeks now blushing furiously. The more she trashed and whipped her hair around, and the more she cried "nooooo mom pleeeease", and the more she kicked her pretty legs around with her bikini bottoms dangling at her ankles, the more I absolutely relished in watching each loud thunderous SPANK after SPANK land on her fully exposed upturned bare bottom.

There it was, shamelessly mooing away at me in all its glory, as it danced and jiggled with each set of angry volleys that rained down on it. I stood mesmerized and beyond delighted to watch the prettiest girl I knew get her deliciously looking bare bottom so soundly spanked. I forget how much longer I stayed, but remember at one point shuffling off while she was still being spanked out of fear that maybe I would some how be next! Kerri never came back outside that day, but I would still see her around the neighborhood over the next few years until she went to college.

Whenever I saw her in a bikini after that, I knew I'd have to look away or jump in the water because all I could think about was how I once saw a lovely pair of her bikini bottoms dangling at her ankles and the bare bottom spanking she got. And although I never said anything about the spanking to her, I really loved knowing that she knew that I saw her get spanked. Cant wait for a high school or town reunion when I run into her again after so many years. I will have to tease her and remind her of that story. She is in her late 40's now and I'm sure still a total knock out!!!

I have no idea but I think it came from getting spanked by my mom growing up. She says she didn't spank me often when I was younger but sometimes it seemed like I was getting spanked more than mom remembers. Still I think if anything turns me on from it its the sting in my rear end after a good spanking.

The only form of discipline in our home was a spanking. I always had to strip, and bend over a table, feet apart.

When I was 15 my dad remarried. Not long after that I misbehaved and was told to get to my dad's office for a spanking. A couple of minutes later my dad arrived with my new stepmom. Despite my protests (which incurred another two strokes) my dad had me strip and bend over the desk. I was mortified with embarrassment. I tried to keep my feet close together but he kicked them apart and I knew that my balls were fully exposed to my stepmom.

By the time I got my 8 strokes, I was fully erect, and had to stand up and face dad and stepmom. It soon became a big turn-on for me to show off my equipment to stepmom, and I realized that stepmom was also turned on. Dad stopped spanking me when I was 18. A few months later dad went away for a week on business. Stepmom and I were having lunch and I confessed to her that I had been really mean to my girlfriend, and deserved a spanking. I then summed up courage and said that seeing that dad was not there would she like to give me a spanking. It took her 2 seconds to agree. It was about the most erotic experience I ever had.

She told me not to stand up until she gave me permission. When I did stand up and turn round she was stark naked. She said for a couple of years she had a fantacy about my fucking her. Fantasy was immediately fulfilled. At that age I was a good repeat performer. It was the one and only time and we never mentioned it again. From that time I have been totally turned on by spanking, which is always followed by great sex .

I can quite easily trace my spanking fetish to kindergarten. Our teacher had a penchant for calling naughty boys and girls up to the front of the class and scolding them. The whole class would hold its collective breath as we wondered if a spanking would ensue. Often one would. Our teacher would turn the naughty boy or girl over her knee and spank them by hand on their clothed bottom, with the whole class looking on. That left an impression on me that simply cannot be erased....