How did you get turned on by spanking

I saw the movie "the Secretary" with James Spader and Maggie Gillenhall. It's a BDSM story. I'm male, but, found myself relating with the female lead. I told my partner about my wanting to be spanked. She obliged me for a while. I really enjoyed the pain/pleasure experience. Not into humiliation or punishment. Just into having my ass cracked and enjoying the pain while wanking. She stopped having any interest in sex a while back. Would really like to have that experience again!

I was raised in a "spare the rod and spoil the child" community, so saw many paddlings. I'm sure some of them were happy to hide behind a religious requirement! I got spanked up until high school, and after six years with no spankings I couldn't handle not having it.

I was the baby and had two older brothers. My dad left when I was born and mom raised us for 12 years before she re-married. She used her hand and her oval oak hair brush. She started spanking me by the time I reached the age of six or seven I was just starting to develop my bubble butt. For her it was love at first sight or should I say swat. Her hand covered both cheeks.

Our skin was of the normal variety not light but not too dark either. So it only took a few minutes once she started spanking for our bottoms to turn from white to pink to bright pink to red. I wasn't a big fan of spanking in the beginning butt by the time I was around eleven or twelve it started to feel really good. There was a warm tingling feeling on the skin surface that became very arousing and very good. My bubble butt attracted spankings from my Aunt and Uncle and Grand mother and Grand Father baby sitters and my step dad once my mother got married.

Today I still get spanked although its more of a do it to yourself project. I still spank hard and fast to make my sagging butt bright red and tingling at age 71.

I was spanked as a kid, bare bottom, by my mother. I disliked it. But then later, at around 17? I fantasized about getting spanked by a female.

I was never spanked by my parents but at junior school I had a female teacher who was strict and spanked frequently. I was only spanked by her on just one occasion and it was bare bottom in front of the class. I forgot about that spanking for many many years but it must have been a trigger.

When I got to my late 50s the subject of spanking came up in conversation with friends, in a humorous context, and it somehow got me thinking about that spanking in my schooldays, and from thereon I started to think about spanking and I got to a stage where I just longed to be spanked by a lady in her 50s or 60s. In the end I took the plunge and visited a professional lady disciplinarian and it was a fabulous experience and I was hooked.

Since then I have visited professional ladies a few times a year for prolonged bare bottom hand spankings. I love it when a lady is very strict with me and orders me to remove my shoes, trousers and underpants, and then orders me to go over her knee. I absolutely love being over a lady's knee. I just cannot put into words how much I love it. It is just pure heaven and I just can't have enough of it.

I have been very lucky to have met a few really lovely and highly skilled ladies in their 50s and 60s, and even one wonderful lady in her 70s, and they all know how to deal with me and fulfill my need. My only regret is that I hadn't started getting myself spanked much earlier in life.

at junior school I had a female teacher who was strict and spanked frequently. I was only spanked by her on just one occasion and it was bare bottom in front of the class.

Bare bottom spanking in front of the class in school? I really find that hard to believe. Wouldn't half the local community be up in arms about that, screaming bloody murder about the nudity and 'who'll think of the children?'

I got it 3 times in junior school bare bottom over my teachers knee. So did most kids in my class. It was normal in the 50/60's and parents never complained. If I moaned to them I would have got a second dose.

I even got 6 strokes of the cane on my bare bottom from the senior mistress for wolf whistling at a lady teacher. She got to witness it as well. I was never going to complain and humiliation was all part of the punishment.

The local community would have merely asked what he had done wrong.

I find your story wholly believable OldPete. Back in those days things were very different!

Some of the stories here seem a tad - shall we say - "embellished". So here is an absolutely true story.

I attended a catholic school in the 70's. I never witnessed a spanking until i was maybe in the 4th grade when a rambunctious kid in art/craft class jabbed at a schoolmate with a scissor. We had a nun who was visiting the classroom, generally a nice woman , but when she saw this she immediately lept up and grabbed the kid - spinning him across her lap and gave him about 10 slaps to his bottom. I was like "wow". holy shit." I recall feeling uneasy about the whole thing - seriously not ever part of my upbringing.

Fast forward 2 years. I'm in the 6th grade, and had been carving a picture into my desk chair with a pen. I then wrote the name of some new kid into the chair. A few days later, i heard that the kid got called after school by the teacher but he adamantly denied having written his name. The teacher asked the classroom for the guilty party to confess, but i stayed quiet. I even asked a buddy what I should do and he said to not raise my hand.

A few days later, the teacher announced that the entire class would have to stay after each day for 30 minutes starting that upcoming Monday until someone confessed . It took my buddy about 2 seconds to threaten to tell the teacher, so i agreed that i would tell the teacher after class. She accepted my confession very matter of factly and told me to stay after the next day to clean the desk. So there I was at 3:30 the next day with bucket in hand , scrubbing the desk while she graded papers.

When I was done, she inspected the deak and then walked over to close the door. She turned and informed me that I had cleaned up the desk but "you still have a punishment coming ". My stomach dropped. She walked over to the closet and took out a paddle which was a little larger than a ping pong paddle - and then motioned for me to come to the desk. "you are going to get a few of these" .. was all she said ..and then pushed my back forward as if to be positioning me . I went with it and leaned over the desk a little . A few seconds later she began to whack my butt ..probably 5 or 6 times on each cheek . "OK" "stand up". I almost started crying as I was so humiliated but held it together. She then told me she punished me because I hadn't immediately confessed.

Long answer - I was hooked. I STILL replay that episode in my mind every so often . True Story folks.

My fascination with spanking definitely started in elementary school in the early 70's in New Mexico. The first time I witnessed a spanking was in the first grade, when my neighbor from across the street was acting up and was led into the hallway where he was paddled with a ping pong paddle. Since the hallways were like that of most schools, the echo of the paddle was quite loud, and could easily be heard throughout the school. Paddling was a regular part of life at that school, happening multiple times each day.

The first time I noticed I was getting aroused from paddlings at school was in the 4th grade, when two girls sitting at desks in front of mine were caught cheating on a test. It just so happened that I had a perfect view of them in the hallway as they were led out They were placed with their backs against the wall of lockers. Both of them cried as the teacher bawled them out and told them they would each receive five swats with the paddle.

The first girl was then led to the middle of the hallway, was told to put her hands on her knees, and was paddled. She stayed in place and sobbed quietly during her paddling. The second girl was much more reluctant to comply until the teacher told her she would get extra swats if she didn't get into position. She yelped and jumped up after the first swat. The teacher had to keep her left hand on the back of the student for the remainder of the paddling to keep her in place. By the fifth swat, she was crying loudly. It all happened so fast, but I was definitely erect when they were led back into the room and took their seats in front of me.

And then, finally, it happened to me. I was still in the fourth grade. I wasn't interested in the assignment we were doing, so I decided to draw pictures instead. The teacher saw me drawing, and told me to stop and pay attention. Later the same day, the teacher was in the back of the room and saw me drawing again (I didn't see her). She took my drawings away and said I would need to stay inside during recess. She wrote my name down on the board along with the others who were being punished for various things.

Well, I forgot about staying inside (I really did forget), and went outside with my friends. While outside, one of my friends said "weren't you on the no recess list?" My heart sank! Right about that time, the bell rang indicating the end of recess. I walked back to the class room, nervous, yet aroused that I might actually get paddled. I MIGHT ACTUALLY GET PADDLED! No sooner than we all took our seats, my teacher grabbed her paddle and called me out into the hallway. My stomach turned knots as I got up from my chair, holding my hands in front of me the entire time to conceal my hard-on.

As I stood against the locker, my teacher glared at me and said something like "so you just can't pay attention to anything today?! We'll just see if this gets your attention!" And with that, I was led to the middle of the hallway. "Put your hands on your knees!" she said sternly. I complied, and could see my classmates staring into the hallway. I was horrified, embarrassed, and completely turned on by the situation. The first swat was painful, but I certainly found myself wanting more, and four more came with only brief pauses between. After the fifth swat, I noticed that my eyes were full of tears, but I think I was more embarrassed than anything, although my bottom certainly was on fire! I again cupped my hands in front of me to hide my erection as I took my seat. It was the only time I was paddled in school.

I was spanked at home quite a bit, and almost always got hard. The last spanking I received as a child was in the 7th grade. In the 8th grade, I started to gain a REAL interest in spanking. Like the spanking game I described in one of my other posts, I didn't understand why I was always hard at the time, but I've been a spanko ever since!

I can't pinpoint an exact time or incident that determined my interest and erotic fascination with spanking! It is something that has been with me for as long as I can remember! Whenever the subject came up in conversation or I heard stories and anecdotes about spankings I always got excited!

Like you simonjohn68 I can't pinpoint an exact event that got me turned on by spanking. I suppose around the age of 7 or 8 I started to experience some erotic thrills listening to my sisters spankings. Years later that would develop into a form of real sexual stimulation for me culminating in the few occasions that I actually got to see them get spanked!

Also on the top bunk of our bed I got a 'birds eye' view of my brother getting his behind turned a deep shade of scarlet! An older brothers perk - getting the top bunk! lol. What with the climate of the times - growing up in a conservative and religious community - where spanking was strongly supported and endorsed (all my cousins and most of my friends were subjected to it) I am sure was not alone in being turned on by it!

It started in middle childhood, I would swat my neighbour girls' bottoms. Liz and Emily were my age, Emily kinda liked it,Liz not so much. High school I loved feeling up my dates' bottoms & by early 20s started spanking my girlfriends. It still turns me on, I do spank my wife.

growing up in a conservative and religious community - where spanking was strongly supported and endorsed (all my cousins and most of my friends were subjected to it) I am sure was not alone in being turned on by it!

That is something I have never really understood: spanking being so enthusiastically endorsed by the religious and conservative and that while most are probably aware of how it can sexually and erotically excite and arouse people subjected to it. Those of authority in such communities must surely know of this.

So how do they rhyme it all or twist the facts to adhere to their otherwise religious conservatism? Why all the pretend and sticking heads in the sand? Why continue creating spankos, or creating what they would perhaps call sexually deviant behavior?

Mind you, I've nothing against being sexually aroused by spanking, but if you know it's going to happen to the very under-aged, I'd say you should think twice and twice again before condoning things that make it come about.

Then again, perhaps spanking and punishment is the only legitimate outlet many members of such communities have. Their special little secret ...

Looking back now, agracier, I suspect many of them were probably 'covert spankos'! Spanking for them probably provided a sexual outlet for their otherwise repressed sexual feelings. Legitimizing it all with 'religious authority and conservative morality'! And in those days they could get away with it!

Looking back now, agracier, I suspect many of them were probably 'covert spankos'! Spanking for them probably provided a sexual outlet for their otherwise repressed sexual feelings. Legitimizing it all with 'religious authority and conservative morality'! And in those days they could get away with it!

Yes it often seems there is no limit to conservative and right-wing hypocrisy!

When I was a boy visiting my aunt, uncle and cousins, my male cousin (a year younger than me) was a chronically naughty rascal, and always seemed to get in trouble...and my aunt always seemed to consider me as much responsible for whatever he got into as he was, even if I'd had nothing to do with his stunt or prank of the moment...after all, I was "older."

My aunt had carte blanche from my parents to discipline me however she wanted to, and you guessed it...it was always a bare bottom spanking over her legs. She'd have me pull down my own pants and briefs and then stumble over to lie down on her legs. I remember noticing that she made a point of not looking while I pulled down my pants, but a few moments later, totally embarrassed, I'd be thinking, "Who is she fooling about giving me privacy? That's my bare bottom she's looking at now, she's stroking it like she always does before spanking me, and that's my bare penis against her leg!"

That little shit, my cousin, always got to watch while my aunt spanked me, and when she smoothed the Vaseline on my hips afterward. He thought it was great fun...it never occurred to me at the time that he might provoke these episodes on purpose, just to get his laughs, and that his own eventual spanking was a small price to pay for the entertainment. Or maybe he was into it, anyway.

I didn't have a thing for my aunt, but the combination of feeling exposed and humiliated, and having my cock up against a woman's bare leg, plus the Vaseline massage...well, when I think about it now, it sounds like child abuse. I guess my pre-teen brain and body handled it the best way they could...getting a little turned on by the whole thing. Maybe I should feel disgusted now. I don't think people thought as deeply or introspectively about such things then. In fairness, I should say that my aunt never touched my genitals with her hands, and I sure as Hell didn't want her to.

Although I cannot pinpoint exactly the reason I became turned on by spanking I strongly suspect the spankings I received, saw, heard and generally witnessed when growing up were of seminal importance!

I was spanked by a French girlfriend of mine, after I called her a vache Francais (French cow) and told her to shut up. She grabbed me to my feet by the hair, and took my trousers right down, then lowered my knickers. She put a chair in the middle of the floor, then took me by the ear, she held me half way across her knee and patting me lightly on my bare bottom asked me what was the name of this in English. I told her "spanking!" but protested in was for petit mechant enfant (naughty little children), she told me it was also for English men and dragged me right across her knee. She said "now Monsieur George, give me your posterior! " while pulling my hair. I had to stick my bare bottom up for her and she gave it a really sound spanking! Then she pulled me half way across her knee again and asked me what I had to say for myself, I apologised to her and said I wouldn't call her names again. She said she thought the spanking was good for me and I asked her if she was not finished. She said she had only started and I protested that I had learned my lesson, but she said she was going to make sure I did not forget the lesson and told me to bend over her knee. I was really scared, but knew I had to do as I was told. So, I bent across her knee again and she demanded my posterior again. I had to stick my little bottom in the air for her and she really gave me a very long hard spanking, then sent me to bed. When she came to bed she got on top of me and gave me a really good hard shagging! She spanked me regularly from the on, I got spanked at least once a week and I really respected her for it and never called her names again!

Spankings were common in our family and I guess I enjoyed watching my younger brother get his pants taken down by mom. I believe that the "turn on' part of it was when Kevin, moved in across the street. In my profile, I have written about how we started to spank each other. The "turn on' only increased as we went into puberty.

From that late 60s-early 70s kink manual-Penthouse Forum.

I think it was in high school and I found a porn of fathers.

The scene was a female teacher who was keeping a female student after class for various reasons. The teacher contacted the mother for a meeting. The teacher explained to the mother that she tried everything but nothing is helping the daughter behave. Therefore it's the mothers fault and if she doesn't want the daughter expelled then she must receive the spanking.

The humiliated mother had to strip naked and bend over the desk for a solid spanking in front of her daughter. After the teacher told her in order to keep her daughter in school that she would have to submit to a spanking once a week.

Hot scene and my first memory of spanking

In my case, it may be hereditary because it's the only thing I can think is the cause. For as long as i can remember, I have enjoyed getting spanked. My dad spanked my mom because my bedroom was right next to theirs and we shared a return air vent. Today it is called Domestic discipline and my husband paddles me.

I was 14 and my dad had just remarried. I had to strip butt naked and get a whipping in front of my stepmom. Obviously I got a full erection and I was embarrassed at my stepmom seeing me, but also really excited. This happened quite a lot more times before I left for college at 18.

In the late 1950's spanking was common. I was fascinated by my female cousins getting spanked by their father although I never saw it I knew about it. Our grandfather spanked my older sister when she was about 12. Or as he put it, corrected her. With her skirt up and her panties down. I got enough of a view of that through an open door to always remember. When I was fifteen I was friendly with a blonde Latvian girl. We were out one day and got her home late. The father forbade her to see me after that and her brother told me she had been given a severe spanking on her bare behind. I thought about that quite a lot at the time.

We moved to a small town in NYS when I was probably 3 or 4 years old. A family lived across the street from us that had a daughter about my age. The girl and I became good friends and we played together nearly every day. Both our moms were serious over the knee spankers, and they gave each other the okay to spank either or both of us, when needed. I got many over the knee spankings from both my mom and from our neighbor's mom, and so did the girl get her share of spankings. I think that this period of time, in my very young days, and the many times I was spanked by my mom or our neighbor, really seemed like a pleasant experience and turned me on to being spanked. The neighbor lady who spanked me quite often is still alive today and is 97 years old!!!

I got aroused when spanked by my step mom when I was 16. She was 40 and married to my dad for two years at the time. She's white about 5'2 or 5'3, dark hair and I was always a little attracted to her. Anyway I got suspended from school for getting into fist fights again. She called my dad who was on a business trip at the time and he told her to spank me as punishment. I was expecting him to spank me when he got home not her.

She said she really didn't want to do it but Dad said so. She hadn't spanked any child ever let alone a 16 year old. She told me to just cooperate and not fight her on it. She then sat on my bed and told me to bend over her lap. At this very awkward moment of my free will I did bend over her lap. She thanked me for obeying her. She gave me quite hard spanks with her hand waiting a few seconds between each smack. I couldn't help but get aroused over her lap. As soon as she felt it she lead me off her lap and said this is wrong and that Dad should be doing this.

She was right and Dad apologized to me and her as soon as he got home as he said he was very heated at the moment and made the wrong decision. He then took me privately and executed my punishment.

Yeah i got caught up in the after glow of the spanking as a kid i always thought it was odd that i would like it .

I got more involved as an adult like both sides of spanking .

When I was young, I lived in a neighborhood where some mothers took things in their own hands. I got in a fight with another little boy, and knocked him down. He began to cry, and his mother came out, and when he pointed at me,she angrily demanded "DId you push my little boy down?" back then, I was too scared

To say anything. So Moshe grabbedd me and took me into her house,and before I knew it, she had me over her knee, my pants were pulled down, and she was repeatedly whacking me with her shoe. I can't recall exactly how many times she hit me,but I would guess at least 100, if not more. At that time, during. The spanking, I was screaming, yelling "Pull my pants up." and she would only sternly say "NO." and just kept on whacki g away. These days, for many years now, this sort of thing has been a sexual gratification, and I have an overwhelming urge, as I have had for many years for somebody to take me over her knee and whack me on the bare butt maybe 250 times with her shoe or sandal. I would prefer her to be wearing a short dress. I sincerely hope somebody out there sees this message, and maybe this am get fulfilled.

Must have been by spankings when young. Baring the bottom and feeling the warmth.