When were you first aware you were into spanking?

Yes, Hans and Fritz were truly little demons, constantly terrorizing their father (der Captain), their mother (der Momma) and their father's friend (der Inspector); they often got away with their pranks--they were generally portrayed as smarter than the adults--but sometimes they'd engage in mischief-making that they couldn't avoid getting caught doing, then they'd get spanked by at least one of the three adults. There was also a cute blonde girl, somewhat of a secondary character, who once in a while got her pantied bottom smacked as well.

Of course, that comic strip's portrayal of Germans (adult ones anyway) as stupidly rigid and authoritarian would undoubtedly be considered 'politically incorrect' these days... --C.K.

I had strange feelings or emotions about spanking for as long as I can remember. Although I had never been, nor ever was spanked as a kid I would get a funny feeling every time I heard the word 'spanking' or something about someone being spanked, paddled, etc. And especially if it was a female. I'm not sure exactly when I connected these feelings with erotic thoughts, but I can remember one specific incident when I was 14 that clearly stands out in my mind, even today.

By the time I was 14, I had developed a fascination, appreciation or whatever you want to call it for the female posterior, especially that of older girls and mature women. I don't know how much my interest in spanking had to do with that or vice versa. But that year I was watching the movie, Walk On The Wild Side, the uncut version. There was a scene (since deleted) where Barbara Stanwyck spanked the French actress Capucine wit a big black brush. It literally took my breath away. I don't think I had never been in such an intense state of arousal in my young life. But I knew with certainty that from that moment forward spanking was always going to be a huge part of my sexuality. The only problem was at that age, I was somewhat embarrassed by this realization and figured that it was a secret which I was going to have to guard with my life.

Two years ago came across Anne Rice's trilogy The Sleeping Beauty. That text was the final drop. It made me restless and helped me realize I do not want to live vicariously any longer. Since then spanking has been my favorite kink.

No dund93 it's not a myth, the Duke spanked many a female co-star, with what seemed to be a regular thing with Maureen O'Hara in both the Quiet Man and McLintock.

The duke seems to be commom denominator hear.

My first memory of spanking feelings, happened when I was about 7, around 1953 or so. Ye God's, was it really sixty years ago?
Anyway, I may have read in a comic or a book, about pirates using the "rope's end" as a punishment. I vividly recall imagining using a rope's end on a young girl at the school I attended.
Obviously, at 7 years old, there were no sexual connotations involved, but as a few other commentators have noted, there was a secret thrill.
Interestingly, some years later in the late 50s, there was a TV series on ITV, or Granada, called Buccaneer(?), set in the Caribbean, where a rope's end was used on a seaman, for spilling gunpowder.
The scene aroused fresh emotions in me that have lasted ever-since.

I'm also only aware of McClintock & Donovan's reef. I seem to remember a public spanking of a feisty girl on the seat of her jeans outside the saloon or marshall's office in the sixties TV western series 'Tenderfoot'. Heven't seen it mentioned anywhere on the intenet.
The spanking of Erica Rogers in the Saint, along with the miniscule but marvellous butler-applied hairbrush spanking across the seat of Mai Zetterling's panties & negligee at the end of the film The Romantic Age, both of which I saw in my early teens, confirmed my intense excitement about spanking/being spanked. But I had been excited by spanking since the age of five. I was spanked by my mother at that age, and once only, but I think it was more the need for attention than the spanking itself that triggered the fetish.
I used to obsessively draw little stick men caning the female fairy tale characters in my infant comics. But my fantasies were of being beaten myself by a stern but caring man. Alef's brilliant article in Wellred 6 explores the age of onset of the fetish, surmising that the younger it sets in the more disconnected from genital sexuality it is, the more it stands alone. That's certainly the case with me.
At puberty I ceased to fantasise about being beaten by a man, and substituted girls for myself. But even all these years later my thoughts are still mainly about women being spanked, rather than administering the spankings myself. At school I was caned a couple of times, and also was part of one unforgettable morning when a teacher beat the entire class, including me, with the strut from the back of a broken wooden chair. I was 12, and it was an extraordinary feeling sitting waiting for my turn while boys went up one by one to the front to bend over and get two whacks each. I was humiliated, frightened, and in a tingling heaven, all at the same time. It didn't hurt a bit, but the scene replays through my stories over and over again. It's also why I'm not keen on corporal punishment for children!

It feels like I've been into spanking since I was born. When or how it actually started is impossible to say. I was nevner spanked growing up (it was even illegal, but of course still practiced by some), but whenever spanking was mentioned I always felt utterly embarrassed and couldn't get out of the conversation fast enough.

I remember a"close-to-spanking"-experience that made me (more) aware of my unusual fascination. I knew that a couple of my friends got spanked (even tough they never told me), and one father played this game with us kids a few times when we were visiting. My friend and I were in the living room, sitting against a wall on the floor chatting. I might have been around 8. My friends father started kidding with us, and said that against the wall was a free-zone, on the living room floor we were fair game. Of course we started to see how far out we could go without getting caught. If he caught one of us, he'd turn us around and give us a few well-placed swats before letting us go. I remember finding that feeling incredibly exciting; trying not to get caught, the desperate feeling of trying to get out from his grip when caught – as the swats did sting a bit - but failing every time, before it all started over again.

This might be the case with most fetishes, l wouldn't know, but to me the spanking interest feels almost like an orientation. It's an integrated part of me, and feels like it always has been.

I really can't recall not being interested in spanking, though like you, karoicanada, I wasn't spanked growing up. But i had friends that were and I was always fascinated by that. One family, the Dugans used spankings as their main form of discipline I would guess, because it seemed one or another of them was always getting it. the event that really guarenteed my spanko committment for life happened when I was maybe 11-12. I was remember it fairly clearly. I was returning something my mother had borrowed from Mrs. Dugan. When I got to the door, the inside door was open and the screen door was the only one between me and the house. Because of a porch overhandg, I could see in but was too in the shadows to be seen by someone looking out...and see in i did...their oldest daughter, about my age, was over her mom's lap, panties down, skirt up getting her bottom paddled! I was frozen to the spot...I don't know what she had done, but I know that Mommy was not pleased and told her between smacks that it was not done in that house.

I was about 10 yrs old when i realized spankings were a big influence on me. i liked seeing others getting spanked and hear about there spankings they received, and it grew from there.