Paulus
I never got spanked at home: a clip round the ear, or a swift smack to the backside, yes, but never formal spankings. I'm not sure exactly how I came to be interested in CP in a sexual sense, except that I think it was bound up with my gradual realisation that I was sexually attracted to other boys (I realised this by degrees quite early on, although coming to terms with it took years).
In my very early teens I used to fantasise about my bed descending down a sort of lift shaft to a secret cavern where handsome older boys would do various things to my bottom (I was a bit unclear about sex at that point, so the details were necessarily vague!)
Spanking was generally involved at some point in these fantasies, sometimes in front of an audience, sometimes not.
My first real-life experience was in the mid 70s, when I was 15, with another boy from school called Mark. He was actually just 16, but because of the date of his birthday was in our year. We were friends, and spent quite a bit of time together after school. My parents both worked, so we would have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours after school. We would muck around, and we did wrestle and indulge in some horseplay, but nothing had ever come of it until the day we were sent home from school because the UK teaching unions were up in arms, and the staff had a sudden one day strike.
Mark and I had been playing around, and he had said casually, in response to5 some teasing on my part "Watch it, or I'll smack your bum for you." Needless to say, this produced an incredible erotic thrill - a really intense excitement. However, I didn't immediately throw myself down yelling "Be rough! Spank me!", much as I would have liked to, because I was too afraid that he might have stormed off and told everyone that I was some sort of kinky queer. (I was, of course, but I didn't want that round the school !) A bit later in the morning though I not too subtly maneuvered things to suggest a tag contest in which the winner got to whack the loser. He agreed only too readily. I should explain that our horseplay version of tag involved being the first to goose your opponent.
He lost the first round and bent over the arm of the sofa, and I gave him ten whacks with a switch pulled from the willow tree in the garden. He didn't really react to this, other than to rub his bum when he got up, but then he was fully clothed, and I hadn't hit that hard. I deliberately tried to lose the next round, which wasn't difficult as he was bigger than me and had longer arms. At this point a refinement was added - I had to take my trousers down and take my punishment across the pants. Ten whacks of the willow across the thin cotton of a pair of underpants really stings, I can tell you. I was really getting into this, but after I got up and did up my trousers again, some demon of perversity determined me to win the next round. Now in fact, I think we got each other simultaneously, but I claimed to have won, and after some complaint, Mark gave in.
He insisted though, that we go into my bedroom and pull the curtains, in case anyone saw, and he also refused to allow me to watch while he slid his trousers and then his underpants down. I didn't realise until some while after that this was because he had a massive erection - I guess I was still a bit naive ! He laid on the bed, face down, and I then knelt over him and gave him ten good switches, and another two for luck !
He jumped up and hastily pulled up his pants.
"I don't know how anyone could come from that," he said. "But I want a chance for revenge."
My heart thrilled. I suggested that we have a final round. The loser was to remove all their clothes, and rather than the willow would go across the winner's knee and be spanked, fifty whacks. If the loser begged for mercy at any point, the winner had the option of granting it, or adding on a further ten. I had every intention of playing to lose this one.
Mark agreed. I then said that in order to make it fairer, we should both strip to our underpants for the tag contest. The undercurrent of eroticism at this point would have been obvious to a blind man, but he agreed after a bit of persuasion.
I lost. I pulled my pants down - fortunately, although I was excited I wasn't fully erect. Mark sat on the bed, smirking, and I laid across his lap. The thing I remember most clearly was how unexpectedly warm his body was - I had never had such close contact with another naked or near-naked human being before.
He put his left hand in the small of my back and pinched my bum with his right. He made some comment about my not being able to sit down afterwards, and began to spank me.
The first few were really quite hard, and stung like blazes, but then he settled down to a more moderate rhythm. After about thirty my backside felt really hot but I knew that I could take it.
Then he stopped and told me I had to take the rest of my punishment in a different position.
He made me get up and then kneel at the edge of the bed and lie forwards. He gave me a further ten hard ones in this position, which really set my cheeks ablaze. Then he piled the pillows in the middle of my bed and told me to lie across them. There was something about this position, with my buttocks raised in the air, that I found very erotic, but luckily I still didn't get hard. He pushed my legs apart, knelt between them, and began to spank me again. I was still counting, and I knew we were approaching fifty.
My bum was really hot, but I deliberately said "Please stop. Mercy, Mark." I hoped that he would tell me that I would have to take the extra 10, but instead he began to knead my hot cheeks. Suddenly I was as hard as a rock, so much so that it almost hurt. Then he pulled his own pants down, laid on top of me, and rubbed against me. I came almost immediately, and he almost immediately after that: I remember thinking how disgusting and slimy it felt, despite the fact that I enjoyed him doing it to me.
We never did anything like it again, and we lost touch later. Shame, really.