We often ponder the question of where this urge of ours stems from. I was not spanked as a child, though I was once threatened with a belt by my father, and occasionally chased by my mother. But I have three sharp memories of my early years that I am sure have played a role in driving my inclinations.
The first happened when I was about 7 or 8. I had a favorite aunt, who had three daughters, my cousins, who I loved to play with. I remember one time hearing her say that she had to spank them from time to time. One day, we were at her house when for some reason she took me over her knee, patted my bottom, and asked if I had been a good boy, and would I like her to spank me. I was most flustered, but declined. It was all in fun, I am sure, but I loved her very much (to this day, though she is gone) and I am convinced now that somehow I associated her love with spanking. A later relationship I will write about sometime correlated sexual interaction with spanking, but more about that later.
The second incident was more specific. I used to play cards with the neighbor girl upstairs, who was a few years older. She suggested one time that the loser should get spanked by my father. Well, lucky for me, I won and the next thing I knew she went to my father and asked him to spank her over his knee. I was only about 11 or 12, but that was the very first time I ever saw anyone spanked. It was not hard, and over the clothes, but the feelings I had were so titillating! I thought about it often and tried to engage her in more spanking games.
The third event was the clincher, however. I was about 13 and I had a crush on a teenage girl who was the daughter of a family friend. One day, while visiting at their apartment, I overheard her father tell my folks that she had not done the chores she was asked to do and was quite obstinate about it. He said, in her presence, that he had to spank her with a hairbrush! After that. he said, she did what she was told. My father then said to her, "I guess that hairbrush must have done you some good!" She blushed and didn't answer. Later, when we were alone together, I got up the courage to ask her about the spanking. She told me that the hairbrush really hurt. I don't think I ever got over the image of her being over her father's knee, the hairbrush smacking her bottom! It also probably explains why the hairbrush is my favorite implement. |