Some call it the "English vice", this mystique which surrounds an old fashioned spanking. From my experience, I would say that there are many people out there who would secretly like to experience the feeling of being confronted for misbehavior and having to undergo the childish humiliation of baring their buttocks for a good spanking.
For me, the excitement goes back along time. I can remember playing with matches with a 10-yr-old playmate when his mother came out and found us starting a small fire which easily could have spread. She sent us both to the house while she put the fire out. We were both scared of the possible consequences as we waited for what seemed like hours for her to return. Scott kept asking me what he should say for an excuse. There was no excuse. We were caught red-handed.
Finally, Scott's mother returned to find us sitting together like angels on the sofa. To my surprise she didn't start yelling, but began talking very matter-of-factly about the dangers of our misdeeds. After about five minutes of this, she asked Scott what he thought would be an appropriate punishment, reminding him that he had been warned several times about playing with matches.
Scott and I fidgeted as she waited for an answer. Finally, she said that she thought a good, hard spanking was in order. Then she looked at me and said that since I was equally guilty, I could either accept the same treatment, or she would inform my parents and allow them to deal with me. She said I could make up my mind after watching Scott get his spanking. I did not want my parents informed and I knew right then that I would rather have her spank me than my dad.
She sent us to Scott's bedroom and told us to wait for her. We sat nervously on the bed. I was no stranger to spankings and I knew that Scott also got it, but both of us mainly from our Dads. I did not feel the intense fear that preceded a formal spanking from my father, but I could tell from looking at Scott that he was frightened, big time. I asked him how hard she would do it. He just looked at me, very seriously and said one word: "hard!" She entered the room a minute later carrying a hard-plastic paddle normally used in the game with the string and ball attached. It was bigger and heavier than the usual little wooden ones. She closed the door tightly and sat down on an armless padded chair she pulled out from Scott's desk and turned to face us. She began again talking about when people are caught doing something wrong, they have to face the music. She asked Scott to approach her, which he slowly did while pleading with her that he was sorry.
"Not as sorry as you will be, young man. Now, take off your pants." she said, putting the paddle on the desk and folding her arms.
"Mom, please not bare...please!" Scott pleaded.
The look she gave him said it all, and he started unbuckling his belt and fumbling with the snap and zipper to his jeans. She then told him to strip down to his underpants and to be quick about it or get it worse. I was in shock as he started undressing. Here we were in the close confines of his bedroom with me witnessing wide-eyed his embarrassing ordeal. I forgot about my spanking for the time being as I watched my trembling friend strip down facing away from me and toward his mom, finally standing there in only the briefs.
Then she continued to lecture Scott and at the same time pulled him directly in front of her and began slowly lowering his underpants to his ankles, then off. My heart pounded as I stared at his soft white little bubble-butt and my little _d_i_c_k_ was hard as a rock. She guided him around to her side and told him to lie down across her lap. She re-adjusted him higher so that his feet left the ground and secured him there with her left arm. His naked butt was poised in the air, pure white compared to his tanned body. She said that he should take it like a man and lifted the paddle high with her right hand.
The first spank landed with a resounding SMACK as he screwed his eyes shut and tried to squirm free. She had a tight grip on him and delivered another firm SWAT, then another. He began to cry out as his squirming buttocks turned red absorbing the smacks of the paddle. He was obstinate until the 10th spank and then started to cry unrestrained. His mother delivered 3 or 4 more hard swats to his flaming little butt then let him up, asking if he had learned his lesson. He muttered yes and said he was sorry as she told him to go sit on the bed and turned her attention toward me.
"So, how about you, young man? Do you wish to receive a spanking from me or should I call your folks?" She stared intensely at me waiting for my answer. She was a stern-looking tall woman with her dark hair pulled into a tight bun.
My nervous shaking voice replied something to the effect of, "Would I get it the same way?" I was petrified that I still had a major boner and did not want her to see it.
"Oh, yes. That is how boys are spanked in this house." She said, seeming very relaxed and replacing the paddle on the desk.
I glanced quickly at Scott, who was still sniffling and sitting bare-naked next to me on the bed. I could tell he was hoping I would say yes so he could have the revenge of watching me get the same treatment. I was trembling now as I knew that I was going to have to go through with her spanking. My dad would have been livid if he received that phone call. She gave me the chance to leave and take the other choice but I had gone that far and I heard myself say I would take the spanking.
"Ok, come here then. Right now." I was SO scared as she motioned for me to come to her. "Take off your pants and shirt, Marc."
I gulped and began the slow undressing process with my young _d_i_c_k_ still in a state of excitement. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood back up and faced her in my briefs, which felt like they were sticking straight out. I tried to rush the process by going to her side and bending over at the same time pulling my underpants down. She stopped that immediately and firmly guided me back to a position of standing directly in front of her, very close. She began lecturing me again with a firm voice and reached up to my sides. I hadn't let go of my waistband yet and she firmly took my hands and guided them away. She was talking about what happens to bad boys who grow up irresponsible and that someday I would thank her for this. As she began lowering my underpants, I flushed with embarrassment as my hairless pubic region was uncovered while facing her and my little _d_i_c_k_ pointed toward my chest. I saw her look for a moment at my excitement as soon as she had slipped my underpants off my feet but then she seemed to ignore it.
She guided me around and pulled me facedown over her lap. I was aware of a cool breeze blowing over my bare fanny as I felt her wrap her left arm tightly around my abdomen, securing my position. I was looking at Scott who was sitting on the bed and staring intently at my buttocks, his eyes still tear stained but now with excitement in them also. I was brought back to reality when she asked me to take it like a man and picked up the smooth, hard paddle.
I figured that I wouldn't get it as bad as Scott, but when the first swat landed on my fresh white bottom, I gasped outloud. The pain was INTENSE and doubled when the second swat landed. I tried to squirm free but then became aware of how tightly that I was held in my position. Another resounding SMACK and I fought to hold back the tears. I didn't want her to see me cry. SMACK! My legs flailed as I tried to move my unprotected buttocks out of the way of the punishing paddle. I might as well have been tied down for her grip was secure and my bare butt was hers to punish as long as she desired. The fifth smack was hard and tears welled in my eyes uncontrolled. I begged her to stop and said I was sorry. She said I could apologize after the spanking was over and that I was learning a good lesson.
I felt my whole body quivering and begin to perspire as certainly one of the most intense spanking sessions of my life took place. My bare rear end rose up to meet the sixth swat and the resulting CRACK of the paddle connecting to my smooth rounded flesh echoed through the room. I cried out, knowing I couldn't take much more. I bit my lip when the seventh spank landed, the hardest yet. SMACK! I couldn't stand it and began to cry outloud. Another spank and I cried harder. I stopped fighting it and just cried hard and loud as she delivered the final 5 swats to my butt with gusto.
She asked if I had learned my lesson and let me up. I hugged her tight saying I was so sorry, no longer concerned about my nakedness and certainly no longer excited. My bottom was numb and I felt good. I had paid the price-we both did, and the spanking allowed for a new beginning and an end to the guilt we both felt.