Late 60's
Back in the late 60's I was the P.E. Teacher at an exclusive boys school. The lads were between the ages of 5 and 13 years of age. Part of my job was discipline and punishment of those lads who stepped out of bounds. I shall tell some of those stories, if anyone is reading and interested. I am new to this electronic stuff and need feedback to know I'm not just writing to air.
In terms of my own history I must say I had experienced bare bottom spankings as a child. I was spanked by not only my father, uncles, older cousins (both male and female), but also neighbours and school officials, with my parents' blessings and directions. I found these situations very painful and humiliating as a child, but when I came into my teen years found being spanked, thinking about spanking very stimulating. I was quite disturbed by this because my sexual gratification always seemed focused on the "spankie" being a young boy. I found myself fantasizing about sexual interactions with the boys and this really scared me. The fear and self-loathing kept me from ever trying to act out when I was a teen.
As I grew older I became interested in working with kids, my childhood left a great deal to be desired when it came to instruction and support. It was this interest which led me to the job I spoke of earlier. My reluctance to spank any of the boys sent to me for punishment came from my fear of the older sexual urges coming up (pun intended). It was a scamp of a ten year old who finally caused me to break my prohibition on bottom warming and sent in motion a happy twenty years of bare bottoms being brought to color by hand, stick, switch, paddle, strop, wooden spoon, and hairbrush.
The young man's name was Marty. An athletic 10 year old with dark brown hair, and impish smile. His large brown eyes had a gleam which addressed his mischievous nature. About 4'2", 75lbs, with a posterior that was longer than it was wide and full 180o radius.
Marty seemed to thrive on seeing how far he could bend the rules before getting caught and punished, often endangering himself and others. On this particular occasion he'd led a group of his pals off the school grounds during lunch recess, for what purpose he never did disclose.
They were told on and when they came back I called each to my office and soon found that Marty had been the ring leader. I called him to my office.
"Well. What would you do if you were me and had a boy who did not follow the rules?"
"I'd spank'um!" Marty quipped, knowing I hadn't spanked anyone in the two years I'd been in charge of punishment.
There was something that challenged me, it was as if he were telling me I couldn't do anything to him. He'd clean up the grounds, miss recess, or any of the other punishments standing on his head.
"That seems fair to me." I said. "How many shall it be?"
Marty looked surprised, but with the bravado many boys that age have, he said "Ten!"
"Take your jeans down." I directed.
Marty hesitated, then reached down the snap on his Levis and popped them open. He slid down the zipper and then shucked the jeans to his knees. He stood there looking at me with some fear and disbelief, almost as if I was going to tell him to pull them back up that I was just kidding, but scared I wasn't. I'm a big man and I knew he was thinking about how hard I could spank.
"Now the underpants." His eyes grew big at this. "Do you want me to do it for you?" I asked and reached out.
"No. How far?" He pouted with an embarrassed look.
I pointed to his mid thigh. He sided up to my right side and turned his front away from me as he started to slid the tight jockey boy's briefs down. I took him by the shoulders and turned him towards me. I wanted him to feel the full force of his embarrassment. The elastic waistband slid down over his smooth pubis and then down over his young, immature penis, which popped out and bounced as his testicles were exposed.
His "private part" was of nice size for a boy his age, almost as long as my little finger, The bullet shaped glans started turning a darker color as did Marty's face when his underpants were down to his mid-thigh.
It was obvious he wore speedo's at the beach because his dark olive colored skin turned a pale shade of pink in the shape of a small bikini, front and back.
I turned him and bent him over my knee so that his hips were across my left thigh. His full, round, almost white bottom turned up to face me. Smooth, creamy in complexion, something I would soon change, was incredibly inviting. I put my right leg over his calfs, pinning his legs down, while my left arm secured his arms towards the floor so that he had no way to protect the area of his anatomy which was about to be spanked.
I lifted my hand a foot or so and brought it down smartly, but not really hard. His round little butt cheeks clenched together in anticipation of the first spank. Whack! Marty bounced a little, his legs straining against mine and his head coming up.
"Oooow." He wined, though I knew I'd not hit him hard enough to really hurt. Smack, Smack, Smack. I laid on the next three, each about the same force as the first.
"Yeowww" went Marty, wiggling his now pinker bottom.
Smack, smack, smack, smack came the next spanks. Marty was "ow"ing and acting as if he was being beaten bloody. The last two were done hard and Marty really bounced but did not cry.
I looked down at my handy work and was very aroused by the sight of my hand print on his firm, round butt. When I stood Marty up I found I was not the only one who was aroused. His two inches had become a handsome upstanding three or so. I quickly grabbed his underpants and pulled them up over his stiff boyhood.
"I hope that teaches you to obey the rules? If you were to go off campus and get hurt your teacher and the school would be in big trouble. Also leading other boys into misbehavior is very unfair and dangerous. What if one of them were hurt, wouldn't you feel guilty?"
As Marty tucked himself into his pants and pulled his jeans up he looked down sheepishly and mumbled an "I'm sorry."
"You can go." I said, needing him to be gone so I could regain my composure.
It was two days before I gave into the lustful feeling his bared little bottom brought out and I was raw for a week from taking care of the stiff problem these remembrances raised.
This was my first, but far from the last boy to be spanked my me. I found a number who loved spankings and there came a time when we dispensed with the pretence of punishment and went for the pleasure, but those are other stories.