What excites you most about being spanked?

The anticipation as she slowly gives me her hand and is pulled over my lap for a warm up then panties down for a hot little time. Very nice!!

Not necessarily spanking, but what is most exciting about spanking and even moreso about corporal punishment is THE PAIN!

Not necessarily spanking, but what is most exciting about spanking and even moreso about corporal punishment is THE PAIN!

The pain while squirming back and forth on a lap . Now that's what I am talking about

Some of the excitement is from being punished like a naughty little girl. I like being told off, the 'humiliation' of lying face down over someone's lap, with my bare bum in the air. Sometimes the first smack is best of all, because I'm craving the pain. Afterwards, I like having a warm, sore bum. Sometimes I feel very peaceful. I like the contrast between the spanking and getting a hug afterwards.

The pain is part of it, but I prefer spanking over most other pain inflicting methods.

There is something about a spanking that puts me directly into subspace. Especially if I've been tied up or restrained first.

I like the sting of the red ass and the anticipation!

Over the knee, if possible, is the best position. It is the most vulnerable and offers the best access to special areas for attention if desired during the spanking!

I enjoyed all you said.

The anticipation of a spanking might be the most arousing part. Knowing that I'll have to take my pants and underpants off and present my bare butt to the spanker is exciting. I don't know why because it's a bit scary when I actually have to do it and acutely painful when the belt lands over and over on my backside!

Without a doubt the humiliation. I was bought up in the 50's and 60's and was spanked on my bare bottom, my underpants and shorts taken down by my aunt or another authority figure and often in front of others. This dread, fear, humiliation and excitement became more intense as I got older and was continued to be treated as a young child. My maturity and obvious embarrassment totally ignored. I would love to relive some of those spankings

I was spanked as a child and if I recall correctly, it’s the first fantasy I masturbated to, that or injections from the doctor. I’m unsure of the age but I was young, 4 or 5ish.

What excites me most about receiving a spanking is being forced over his knee and having him lowering my panties and exposing my bare bottom and pussy. The anticipation is very erotic.

When I was spanked as a child, I didn't like it very much. At the same time, I was excited about what was waiting for me.I did not understand what was happening to me.I felt it most strongly when my mother decided that I was going to be spanked and the preparations began. When I had to bare my buttocks (or when I was younger I had it naked by my mother) and then assume the position in which I was punished.

I’m not sure I enjoy any part of a spanking. The humiliation wasn’t fun especially the older I got and thought I was to old to get one. I hated the pain as most of the time as it was put “I was set on fire”. I have to say what I enjoyed the most was for the most part the closeness, receiving the discipline I needed. I believe when it is done right with care it brings the spanker and spankee closer. Even more so if it isn’t a parent doing the spanking.

It's different now than when it happened.

I've only been spanked once, as an adult. I've written about it on Zity before but basically it was a female friend, not a girlfriend, who I asked if she would spank me. I was going through some hard times and felt an overwhelming urge, a need to release something, and as she was listening to me yell and cry she said 'what can I do to help you?', and I just blurted out 'SPANK ME, PLEASE'. I just had this sudden urge to be punished, to feel pain, and she is my most trusted platonic friend. She didn't flinch, she just said 'ok'. I laid down, pulled my pants down, and said 'do 10 please, HARD, I want to feel it.' So she slowly spanked me 10 times, bare hand on bare bottom, very very hard, and it really did hurt and did feel good and cathartic. After we hugged for a long time and I thanked her and we've never spoken of it again.

So at the time, my head was really messed up and I seriously needed that punishment and it honestly did help. It wasn't exciting, it was an emotional release.

But now years later, when I think about it, in some ways I cannot believe I asked my dear friend to do that and that she agreed and that she did it. I mean, usually friends do not do this kind of thing with each other, especially exposing a private part of the body. I could never ever tell her this but there are times looking back when the thought of it excited me, imagining the scene of my lying facedown and her looking at and spanking my bare cheeks. I must admit that if a video of it existed, I would watch it. Of course because my pants and underwear were only down to my thighs, my legs were closed tight together so it's not like she saw anything else, anything more intimate.

Part of me wonders if she enjoyed it, seeing me like that, or spanking me like that. I wonder if she ever thinks about it. Again, I'll never ask her. It's too valuable a friendship to risk it.

The anticipation,being told you’ll be getting spanked and waiting for it to happen,that build up,the humiliation of stripping in front of someone,being scolded and being told why you’ll be getting spanked the intensity of the spanking ,reddening of the butt or having a few welts raised that part gets me excited after that spanking occurs I’m not so excited anymore a little or a lot of pain sets in.

I was not spanked often as a kid and my adult fascination with spanking doesn't really begin there, though I've had a lifelong fascination with female bottoms and GIVING spankings. My more recent obsession in being spanked myself arose out of my interest to experience what my spankee friends felt. I then developed a real craving for the anticipation as well as the act itself. Knowing a spanking was coming is a tremendously arousing feeling, having my pants lowered and going over my spanker's knee continues that wonderful build-up before the first swat actually falls

I was spanked growing up. I found it incredibly humiliating, but the feelings that I experienced as part of that humiliation were also very overpowering, almost overwhelming, and I like to recapture some of that intensity nowadays. I also like the sense of not having to be an independent autonomous grown man, but instead giving up that responsibility.

I was spanked as a teenager and did not enjoy them! BUT @ about 14 I threw a snow ball at a neighbor girl who was about 16 with her girl friend standing next to her! She immediately ran up to me and slapped my face, rep remanding me like a little boy and warning me not to do it again, in front of her friend! That is when I knew that my future wife would not be afraid to take control of me, and my giving up MY control to her, for many spankings that were to come! She took to spanking me "Like a Duck to water!" She found that for a foreplay spanking she got wet and I got hard! While my punishment spankings HURT she enjoyed me giving up all my control to her! Also when she states " Yes you have been a good boy BUT I am going to spank you because I CAN AND I WANT TO!!" All my protesting melts away & i meekly respond yes MISTRESS! So I guess for me it is all about ENDORPHINS, & submitting to my SWEETIE !

I was spanked only a couple of times growing up, and they were not "formal" spankings; instead, mine were done in the heat-of-anger over something I did. I doubt any of those led to the fetish I developed as an adult; whereas, it was my witnessing spankings given to others, and the shocking nature of what I saw that led to my fetish. So for me, my excitement is not in my being spanked, but seeing others spanked.

I've had to think about this. I think for me it's the complete surrender of my body to someone else and the actual spanking. I cant stop it, it is down to someone else to decide.

I cannot detail one specific aspect but can tell you a story: I have a girlfriend who smokes cigarettes. In addition she is unable to become sexually excited unless she is paddling my bottom, and I am not talking “love taps” here. I am talking about incredibly severe bare bottom paddling that brings me to tears and leaves my bottom bruised for days. When she is paddling me it is usually at another couples “dungeon” or other private venue. She never paddles me at her home because it is a duplex and the other side has neighbors within 15-feet, so that activity would peak too much interest, so she never paddles me there .... except once! I forget exactly what I said but it was a derogatory about her smoking. I had no more gotten the words out of my mouth when she forcefully pushed her chair back from the table, stood up, and said,“Get your ass in the bedroom, right now!” I knew that I had crossed the line and was 99% sure I knew what was coming but quickly obeyed and headed for the bedroom with her right behind me. As soon as we entered the bedroom she said, “Get your pants down, right now!” as she grabbed her favorite Maliprop paddle from the closet. As I was lowering my loose fitting sweatpants I meekly protested and said, “but what about the neighbors?” to which she immediately replied, “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors!” She then had me bend over the end of her bed and gave me 10 horrific swats with her paddle only stopping to order me to stick my bottom out more or get it higher in the air and warn me of additional swats if I did not maintain position. For some reason I found this whole scenario one of the most erotic paddling sessions of my life. And for those of you who say say spanking doesn’t work? Well, I have this to say, I have never ever again made derogatory remarks about her smoking.

I guess the slapping of the bottom and hitting to the point that even when my bottom is on fire, my mother still spanks. Also I guess imagining what is about to happen.

I'll echo what a few others have said. Surrendering myself…the feeling of helplessness…vulnerability. My ex-boyfriend is the one that introduced me to this amazing world and pointed out I was a submissive (even though I now know his claims of being a Dom was false). I was a smart ass one day when we were in the laundry room. He made me put my hands on the washer and lean over and gave me 3 swats. I was instantly aroused. I hope to one day experience an over the knee spanking.

Yes, I was spanked as a child and teen, but only very rarely. I absolutely hated being spanked, it was humiliating, painful, and childish. The threat of a spanking usually made me straighten up right away, as well as make my palms sweat and my buns blush in anticipation. I grew up in the 70s and 80s and spanking was pretty much still universal among my friends and classmates.

However, even though I hated being spanked myself, I was intensely curious about others’ spankings and always tried to see or hear them from a safe distance. But you also have to remember that growing up it was understood that any adult could spank you, including on your bare bottom if they felt it necessary, or at least that’s what I understood. So there was always a risk of being “guilty by association” if you were around another kid getting spanked, and I was normally not willing to take that risk, unless I was sure I wouldn’t get in trouble with them.

I get spanked now, and there are a number of things that excite me about it. The childishness and humiliation are the probably biggest factors. A proper spanking leaves you with a clean slate feeling that frees the soul, something kind of hard to describe, but I just feel better afterwards. I usually still hate it while it’s happening and always have that moment where I recall how much it hurts to have your bare butt smacked with an object, and question my sanity for willingly seeking it out.

It's definitely the embarrassment for me. Being spanked bare with all all of the private parts exposed and on display. Having other people know that you get spanked and having some even see it.

Growing up a few friends knew I got spanked, a few even seen it happen. Some would also share about their spankings and I did see one friend get a particularly embarrassing spanking in front of me.

Now as an adult, my wife likes to spank me and even though she has seen me naked a million times, there's something still embarrassing and humiliating about being naked and bent over exposed for a spanking.

A few people in our lives know that she spanks me (one of her sisters and a cpl of our friends). A friend one time showed up to our house unannounced in the middle of a spanking and my wife let her in and let her watch. I was so embarrassed and rock hard, and came twice during and after the spanking.

Another time, while drinking with a couple that we are friends with, the subject came up and we found out that they like spanking too. This lead to me and the other husband getting spanked together by our wives. But these are other stories for other times.

Experienced my first true spanking several days ago. Sir had previously given me a task to write out how I wanted it to go and it pretty much went the way I wrote. I was spanked in several different positions and with a few implements. Looking forward to the next time.

The colour change of my bum turning to deep dark red and slight marks here and there. Not to forget the pain too which is really awesome. But only for few minutes then you will start crying like a baby 😂🤣😅

To me, it is knowing that I am going to be paddled and have no choice but to submit. I have an incredibly dominant girlfriend who is pretty much my “dommie mommy“ and really gets turned on by little else than administering incredibly severe bare bottom (actually totally naked) paddlings. It is incredible, and hard to describe, the conflicting emotions of excitement, anticipation, and dread that are all going on at the same time when she announces that I am to be punished. Once she has me stripped and in position I know that she will not stop until i am a blubbering wreck and she has neared climax. I have never received a light paddling from her because she builds to near climax while she swings the paddle harder and harder and becomes even more excited while ordering me to keep my legs down, spread wider, or to keep my head down, etc. We have been together for many years and if I do not submit to her we would break up and I never want that to happen and so I will keep submitting to her and tolerating her passion for the paddle. She absolutely loves the paddle and has no interest in other instruments of corporal punishment, I.e. she has no interest canes, belts, hairbrushes or birches. She just loves the paddle, and even thought I am in pure agony and hell undergoing one of her punishments I can still sense her becoming more and more excited as the paddling. When she is done with me and has comforted me we are both built up into an incredible pitch that, unless you have been there, is impossible to describ.

For me it is the anticipation before eg standing in the corner or laying on the bed with my bum exposed. The humiliation of allowing myself to be punished and having to thank my husband as he spanks me.

The excitement and the butterflies in your stomach of knowing you are surrendering your bare bottom to be paddled hard, the anticipation of the sting and burn as you hold your position until your paddling is complete and then you feel the warm semi numbness of your deeply reddened bottom. Yes I was spanked as a child by my mother would pull me across her and bare my bottom to be spanked with her leather shoe.