Where it all began?

I've long considered the possibility that spanking is a vestige of some proto-human mating behavior that many of us still carry in our DNA.

Thanks for your comments Regina Glad to hear from spankos all the time. What you describe is someone made not born. I am certainly okay with that. I would still say spanking advocates are born, not learned.

I don't think you can generalise. Some of of us, I'd agree, were born with it - in my own case, I'm certain I was hard-wired into spankophilia right from the start - but I've known plenty of others, M and F, spankers and spankees, who who definitely didn't come to it until much later in life.

But then, what fun they can have making up for lost time....

Point taken Phil As if you state many others have followed, I must believe you. My experience is limited. I wonder if spanked jenny might like to join the discussion. Born or made?

I am of the camp that it's hard wired into my DNA. I have always been fascinated with spanking. That's my first concrete realization. I have struggled with and puzzled over why, after all spankings really hurt (me anyway) but it's kind of a need for me. I am incomplete without spanking in my life.

This was a very interesting thread - I just read through the whole thing. For me personally, I believe the interest is hardwired. I can remember thinking about spanking before I even knew what the word for it was - my very earliest memories revolve around spanking. It's something that I've always thought about and been interested in, and it's a vital part of my life!

I got into it during puberty, I think I was 13 or 14 when I got my hands on an adult magazine, I actually bought it whilst our family was on Holiday. I remember reading a short spanking story over 3-4 pages, been hooked ever since. There was never any spanking involved in my upbringing, nor have I had any friends that's experienced it in a discipline setting (at least from what Ive been told).

At some level I think the reason why I got into it (and still am) is due to certain personality traits, where I am naturally submissive to a certain extent, normally dont raise my voice, dont express emotions other than maybe affection in public. Switching roles feels exciting and empowering. And my slightly obsessive need to be in control over everything, being stripped of that feels scary to some extent, but also freeing.

Yep, Penthouse letters, when I was probably too young to be reading such things. There were stories of three-ways, stories of couples trying something new, stories of seducing the girl next door, and you never could tell which were fact, fiction, or part of each. But one story locked into my brain and has been with me ever since.

The professor caught two coeds cheating, and explained he'd have to given them Fs for the course. They begged, one of them promising "anything" to make up her grade somehow. He thought that improper, but decided that if they submitted to a spanking, he could overlook their dishonesty. They weren't keen on that, but agreed to it.

Each had a private appointment in his office on the weekend. The first young lady showed up in jeans, and had done a poor job of stuffing padding down her rear. He noticed, and as punishment, insisted that the spanking be on the bare. After it was delivered, she sniffled an apology, and left.

No, I wasn't hooked at that point.

The second girl showed up late, and he decided that if he could punish the first one for extra disobediance by spanking on the bare, he could do that to the second one, too. What he hadn't counted on was that she didn't have a bra on under her dress, so when she took that and her panties off, she was completely nude. He delivered the spanking, and she was quite tearful.

No, I still wasn't hooked.

At the conclusion, she wiped her tears, and still nude, sat in his lap to thank him for the spanking, and hugged and kissed him before leaving. One of the few Penthouse letters that didn't describe any sex act.

Ok, now I was hooked. The notion that someone could be attracted to someone who had just given her a bare-butt spanking made my head spin. It turned into a liftetime fascination that is still going strong decades later.

I remember that letter too, eljefe! I was a teenager in the seventies, and had already been fascinated by spanking for several years; so I think I was much more taken with the fiddly little details, which were very good.

For a start, coed #1's padding was a magazine, the 'faint outline' of which he had detected as she climbed over his knee (he had already, as I remember, thought she had been a little too casual-I think she was smiling) And he didn't just make her bare her bottom, he made her take her jeans and underpants off completely (this would have a delayed pay-off with coed #2, as you described); there were poignant mentions of her blushing as she slipped off her panties, and of how she tried to keep her, umm, naughty bits hidden as she climbed sadly back across his lap. Then he gave her a leisurely sounding lecture on the evils of cheating whilst enjoying the view of her 'chubby' behind. There was a reason she was sniffling: the spanking was with a paddle; fifty swats, as I remember (I imagined something like those 'souvenir paddles' popular when I was young) and it was delivered at a rather slow rate (every 10 seconds? I forget..) He made sure to mention that he got to see everything the poor girl tried to hide, as she squirmed around over his lap, and that having reduced her to tears by the end, he then stood her in the corner until she stopped crying; only then was she allowed to dress again (and she was very contrite) I'm going on at length, because when I read this, I was only a few years younger than she was, with frizzy red hair, and a decidedly chubby bottom, and it was VERY easy to imagine myself standing there, in just a tee that didn't cover anything much south of my tummy and a pair of rainbow socks, with separate toes (I had two pair, and was quite fond of them...)

Coed #2, who I imagined as willowy and blonde (and of whom I might have been a little jealous-although I would sometimes imagine peeking through the window of the office door at her distress) was punished just as you describe, but one should note that being paddled caused her more distress, so he lightened up and gave her the last half of her spanking with his hand (a gentleman would have ended the punishment there and then, but unless that word is spelled 'c-a-d', I think we all know what the letter writer wasn't) She did indeed climb into his lap after her spanking, the better for him to help her rub her poor bottom, hence that kiss...afterwards he decided that all the remaining spankings would be given like that second one, because he so enjoyed the feeling of his bare hand on their bare...well, you get the picture. Anyway, thank you so much for bringing up this souvenir of my youth, over which I have wasted much precious time, but which has also given me a building block or two to incorporate into later, adult, play.

For me, it is hardwired into my DNA as well. What took me awhile to figure out though, was that as much as I Needed & craved it, when receiving a spanking I revert back to being a kid and generally kids don't like getting spanked & try to get out of it anyway they can. Took me awhile to realize that this was OK but that I'd have to explain it to any Disciplinarian I had (which sadly are few) before any sessions began.