Craved More

My first spanking left me with a yearning desire to experience more. I was so compelled to find a spanker, that I spent even more time on the internet and placed my profile on as many spanking sites as I could find. As luck would have it, it didn’t take long before I started chatting to a male switch. Once I informed him that I couldn’t or wouldn’t spank, he was happy enough just to spank me, as he did have more of a preference to spank than be spanked. We continued to email each other for awhile and then we started talking on the phone. Since we were both single parents and we lived 3 ½ hours away from each other, it wasn’t easy trying to arrange a meeting. We finally set a date for mid November 2000, which was for a couple of weeks later, and it was for me to stay with him for a weekend. Those two weeks seemed to drag, but with each passing day the more anxious, nervous and excited I became.

The day he was to pick me up from the train station finally arrived. As soon as we greeted each other, I felt safe and pretty much at ease. He took me back to his place where he made us coffee and we sat out on his back deck and talked. He made another coffee and we went into the lounge where he put some music on softly and we talked some more. He got up to get something and returned holding a leather paddle. He told me to stand up, place my hands on the arm of the sofa and bend over. Then he slowly tugged my slacks down and applied the paddle to my pantie covered bottom. After a couple of more smacks of the paddle he lowered my panties and proceeded to apply the paddle to my bare bottom. I didn’t mind the paddle as he was only using it lightly just to give my bottom some warmth. He did remark on how much he enjoyed watching the way the paddle made contact with my bottom. He told me I may as well remove my slacks altogether, and pull my panties back into place.

We sat back down, listened to music, made jokes, laughed and conversed some more about our favourite subject, ’spanking’. About 3/4 of an hour later, he got back into serious mode by commenting that I have been a very naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked. As he said that, he pulled me over his knee, adjusted my bottom so it was in the perfect position to receive his full attention and placed his hand on my pantied covered bottom. He started to scold me just as the palm of his hand made contact with my bottom. He spanked slowly at first, alternating between cheeks, letting the heat build up, Once he thought I had been warmed-up enough, he started to spank harder and faster. Then he said, “a spanking isn’t a proper spanking unless it’s done on the bare”. Then I felt his fingers under the waistband of my panties, then I felt him slowly lower them to the tops of my thighs. Then as he said, “naughty girls get their bare bottoms soundly spanked”, he smacked my bottom accentuating each word. I felt his hand being applied over and over, and he’d spank the same spot to let the heat and sting set in. He covered every inch of my bottom cheeks. He finally stopped spanking me but only long enough to fetch a small wooden paddle that he had put on the table next to him. It wasn’t long before my bottom started to feel the sting of the paddle. I tried to move my bottom out of the line of fire without success. He didn’t apply the paddle hard or for long, but it almost brought tears to my eyes. When it was over, he sat me up and gave me a cuddle and soothed me.

There were a few more spankings during the weekend and I thoroughly enjoyed every one of them. None of them were too much for me to handle, as he never spanked past my limit.

We only got to spend one more weekend together, which was in February 2001, simply because it became too difficult arranging to have time to ourselves.

I met a few more spankers between 2001 - 2003, and every spanking I received were unique in their own way. Luckily I never had one bad experience, but I did have one ‘boring’ session. It was boring because nothing much was mentioned before the spanking, and nothing was said during the spanking, no lectures and no scolding, it was total silence. Needless to say I never contacted that man again.

My First Spanking

How my first adult spanking came about

It was around October of the year 2000, a male friend of mine was coming over to my house to teach me to play Cribbage. I think it was on his second or third visit that he said, “I should spank you because you’re forgetting things I previously taught you.” I just let that remark slip by, but then he said similar things during the course of the day. My reply was probably something to this effect, “I wish you’d stop saying that, ’cause I might enjoy it.” His reply to that was, “and I might enjoy doing it.” That’s how we came to realise that he wanted to spank me and I wanted to be spanked. We made a day for the following week for him to come over and give me a spanking.

Apart from feeling really excited that after so many years I’m finally going to be spanked, I was also starting to worry whether I really wanted to feel what a spanking was like, or whether it should just remain a fantasy. The week flew past very quickly and before I knew it the day I was going to be spanked arrived. As I showered and changed, the anticipation set in and overwhelmed me to an extent that it became almost unbearable. What made it worse was that when my friend arrived, we drank coffee and played a game of cribbage. When we finished the game, he asked me if I was ready to receive my first spanking, to which I replied that I wasn’t. He didn’t seem to take notice of what I had just said, but rather stood up, lightly took me by the arm, led me over to the sofa where he sat down and placed me over his lap. All I can say is that I was so pleased with myself that I didn’t back out.

Although I really enjoyed my first ever spanking, in my mind I felt it could have been a lot better. Anyway, not long after that my friend moved interstate and got married.

Growing Up

Although I remember my Father chasing me around our backyard once wielding a rubber thong, I was never spanked as a child. I became interested in spanking probably around the age of seven or eight. I remember playing with Barbie type dolls where I’d have one doll (daughter) over the other dolls (Mummy’s) lap getting spanked. Of course I always included the scolding and lectures to one of my childish scenes. At school I used to look up words like spank, smack & bottom in dictionaries. Once when I stayed home sick from school, my Mother bought me a comic book to read. It was just like any other comic book until I came across a spanking and then I couldn’t put it down. Another memory is when I used to put the girl next door across my knee (she was fours years younger) and spank her lightly. Then I would try and get her to spank me while I was lying on the bed. When my family used to visit an Aunt and Uncle, my female cousin (two years older) would want to play being the teacher and I was her student that she could punish. If I remember correctly, I think she used a ruler and may even have had a cane....ah! too long ago to remember the exact details.

I remember I did something really bad when I was 12, and because my Father had passed away earlier in that same year, one of my brother’s (4 years older) wanted to put me over his knee and spank me. Thank goodness Mum stopped him....how embarrassing! About two or three years later, I caught that very same brother in my Mother’s bedroom with him sitting on the edge of the bed with his girlfriend across his lap spanking her....Just as well they were both fully clothed!

I thought there was something wrong with me. I always thought I was weird or crazy wanting to be spanked. Well that’s what I thought until I got my first computer and connected to the internet. The first time I typed the word ’spanking’ into the search engine, my eyes lit up like an excited little girl. I couldn’t believe the amount of sites all dedicated to spanking. That certainly saw the last of me going to bed at a reasonable time for a very long time. I joined groups and sites, I read stories, I looked at photo’s....I just couldn’t get enough!...sometimes I still can’t!!!!

Because my Mother could no longer afford my school fees and she needed financial help, I left school midway through year 10 and was lucky enough to acquire a position at our local Woolworths Supermarket. I changed jobs a few times over the years in search of doing something I enjoyed. When I got to know my work colleagues, and knew which ones could take a joke, I would be cheeky and sassy in the hope that someone would imply that I deserved to go otk and spanked, or maybe even give my bottom a smack. Alas!....I never found any spanko's in the workforce, but I did get my bottom smacked a couple of times.

My first boyfriend chased me around the house once because I was being cheeky and teasing him. He finally caught up with me in our bedroom where he pushed me face down on the bed and gave my bottom a couple of light smacks. Ho Hum!.....he wasn't a spanker, although he did enjoy giving me love bites on my bottom. None of my other boyfriends seemed to be into spanking either. Since I could never have a decent conversation or feel as though I could communicate or talk to my ex-husband, I didn't even try to find out if he was into spanking or not. He just didn't seem the type anyway, he only cared about his own satisfaction and didn't worry too much about me.

It was around March 2000 that I started chatting and communicating via email to male spankers. I took the plunge and finally received my very first spanking when I was 40 1/2.