I can trace my first excitement with spanking back to when I was about 6 years old, and in Primary School. If the weather was such that we couldn't go out to play at lunchtime, the classroom would be "looked-after" by 2 or 3 senior 11 year olds. They were usually girls, and they issued us with activity books, which contained puzzles, colouring exercises, problems, etc, which I think they had produced themselves. I vividly remember one occasion, when I told the supervising girl that I couldn't do the problems. She looked at me, and said, quite calmly: "Well, you will have to go over my knee if you can't do it". At the time, I don't think I had heard that exact expression before, but somehow I knew that it meant that she intended to smack my bottom. The spanking didn't actually happen, but I reckon that was the first trigger.
My next encounter that seemed to cause me excitement would have been when I was about 9. One of the boys in my class was well known for acting the fool quite a bit, particularly with in front of one male teacher, who took us for probably just one lesson a week. All of sudden, the teacher had had enough, and shouted at the boy to come up to the front of the class. Something about the way he summoned him led us to think that a spanking was about to take place, and sure enough, it did. The teacher had been half-sat on the front of his own desk, and pulled the boy over his knee / lap. This was the first time that I had ever seen this happen in class, but of course in the 1960s, this was quite a common occurrence. I remember feeling an unexplainable tingling all over my body, "butterflies in the stomach", I think we used to call it.
Anyway, the boy was over the teacher's knee, and the teacher let-fly with his hand, landing a good 6 or 7 hard spanks to his trousered backside. When the teacher had finished, the boy was pushed-up off the teacher's lap and went back to his desk. I remember that the punished boy was very red-faced with embarrassment.
The same boy was punished again, by the same teacher, a few weeks later. On this occasion, the boy had been playing with a plastic snorkel during the lesson, which had obviously annoyed the teacher, who then used this to first hook him around the neck with it, then use it to pull him down and make him bend over the desk, and then he whacked his backside with the snorkel several times. There did seem to be a bit of humour with this event, but it still seemed very exciting. I wonder how many of my classmates went on to remember these events, and ended up as spankos?
I know that future lessons with this teacher always held a strange anticipation for me - would anyone get spanked this week?