I was 16 when I first realized that spankings were _s_e_x_ual and could be enjoyable for both spanker and spankee. Over the forty years since I have spanked many a lad and developed what I called "the fun spanking." This spanking ran a range of activity from straight over the knee, with the hand, on the jean clad boy's behind, to a full _s_e_x_ual interaction with kissing, rimming, mutual sucking, _f_u_c_k_ing and spanking.
Some of my sons and foster boys enjoyed the fun spanking and some did not, it was always their say so. Peter, Joey, Donald, Eddie, Adam, Kevin and Marc were the boys who most enjoyed these spanking games.
Donald was 11, thin, with big brown eyes, warm smile, and a gentle toughness few who did not know him well could see. Peter was rough, loud, and a me first kind of kid. Stocky, but very solid and athletic. Both boys had the full round bottoms, like little round mellons. Peter's was wider than Donald's, but Donald's was longer. Both boys enjoys the occational fun spanking and having their young penis' stroked and sucked. They were both circumcised, with Doanld being the longer and thinner soft, while Peter's penis seemed to triple length and witdth when aroused. The red tips were both bullet shaped, though Peter's was a bit rounder and fatter. Peter was still having dry orgasms while Donald would climax with a gush as bitter, clear fluid. The first time Donald had a wet orgasm he shot so much that, at first, I thought he was peeing.
The boys and I were very close and spent most days, after school, and week-ends out playing football, soccar, baseball, hiking, camping, swimming and running. With Donald spankings, for punishment, were few. In fact punishmant of any kind was rare with Donald. His spankings were normally of the fun type.
Typically Donald would have this look, this smile and a way of being around me which signalled he wanted to "fool around", as we called our _s_e_x_ual games. I'd say "It looks like someone needs a good spanking?" He'd giggle and start undoing his pants, if they had snaps and zippers, or pulling them down if they were pull on type affairs. I'd take his soft penis, or not so soft penis, in my hand and stroke him while asking how many spanks he needed. He give me a number like 100 or 200, and I'd pull him across my knees so that his erect boy part would be rubbing on my leg as I swatted his naked little rear end. After it turned a deep red and he started squirming he tell me he was done. I'd pick him up off my lap and ask if he wanted a rub or a suck. Normally Donald liked being sucked. His three and a half inch rod would fit nicely in my mouth, something both his boy jewels also. Just before he'd shoot his juice down my throat he would start to hump so that his hairless pubis would pound against my nose. I loved feeling his passion and warmed in the glow of his face after he was drained. Donald did not allow his rear end to be played with in any other way than spanking or necessary enemas or temperatures.
Peter also received fun spankings, but he was much more over my lap for the real thing. He much perferred to be stroked slowly to orgasm, even when he was older and make a good deal of boy milk mess. He allowed his bottom to be loved and would quickly submit to a good rimming and slow _f_u_c_k_, but he only allowed me to cum in him twice, all the other times he demanded I stop before I came in his rectum. He loved to watch me with Donald and the other boys and was responsible for me meets some very terrific kids over the years.
I do find it funny that neither Donald or Peter are into spankings now thatthey are grown. I hated being spanked as a child, I feared spankings and was brutally spanked, now I am hooked on them: reading about them, giving them, getting them and looking at boys getting spanked. The boys, who enjoyed them so as children, now view them as just another game they played as kids; spiecal only in that they were given my someone who loves them deeply---me.