I have written elsewhere about how I had never been spanked as a child although all my friends spent some time over their dad's knees while he would explain their errors to them and how I felt left out. I figured out later in life that it was not an aversion to spanking that drove my father, it was more an aversion to kids in general, he simply wasn't interested enough in us to be bothered to take an active role in our rearing. I was not the best behaved kid in the world and by rights should have gotten my behind warmed quite a bit, to tell the truth, but it never happened. What also never happened was the fun things in life, being taken to a movie or an amusement park, we never did anything like that and it wasn't due to a lack of money, Dad made good wages, it was due to a lack of interest on his part for having much of anything to do with his kids.
My buddies that did get spanked on occasion also had parents that did things with them, went all kinds of places of interest, did silly little things like load all the kids in the car and go out for an ice-cream cone, something that simple was not in my father's field of interest at all. Somehow I grew to believe that getting spanked was tied in somehow and I would have been perfectly willing to accept the spankings if some of the fun stuff went with them.
Now I am of an age when spanking was not only accepted but almost approved for use in discipline, especially for boys, and I can remember when I got into the seventh grade and had to get undressed for gym class and then shower afterwards in a big gang shower with about thirty other naked guys seeing the signs of some 'parental guidance' quite visible on various bums over the years. I was in heaven at this time of my life for I knew I was gay from an early age and this was the first time in my life that I was in a setting where nudity was expected and I could gaze on other boy's naked bodies with impunity. I would be erect in the locker room and shower almost all the time during those days but then again most of us were anyway so it went pretty much unnoticed. Heck, boys of that age are either erect or almost erect all the time anyhow.
Many times during that first year and for quite a few years to come you could see some guy had gotten a spanking since the last class. One kid used to show up with square edged stripes on his bottom, later on I'd find out that they were made by a belt, and another used to appear in the shower with his entire bum almost maroon from where he had been paddled. Just about all the guys showed up sooner or later with signs of being spanked on their bottoms except for me, my butt stayed white and unmarked. All of this went uncommented upon, it was just considered a normal part of being a boy in those days and there would be no calling of Child Services or some group like that just because a boy had gotten a spanking.
I don't think I need to tell you with my interest in spankings and interest in bare male bodies that I was pretty aroused most of the time in the shower. It was almost like being let loose in a candy store though of course I couldn't act on anything, just look. Once, after seeing one kid that had gotten a pretty good hiding with a belt and still had stripes all over his rear end I actually had a spontaneous ejaculation in the shower but as I faced the wall quickly it went unnoticed by anyone else and the water of the shower and the steam hid the evidence.
During the summer months I also got my fill of gazing at naked guys, one of my friends and I used to go skinny dipping in the large brook that ran by my house. The pool was secluded so although we might head out wearing our cut down shorts that we used for swim wear they didn't stay on very long once we got to the pool, swimming in the nude is much more fun.
Very often he would show up with his cute white behind a much darker and brighter shade, more scarlet than white, for he had just gotten another spanking. Fortunately we were erect most of the time when we were swimming, I guess it was because of the 'naughtiness' of swimming that way, we knew it was not parental approved. He didn't mind talking about his spankings, he had a liking to smoke cigarettes and his dad had the opposite view and every time he caught him puffing away would take his pants and underwear down and over the knees he went for another spanking. He got spanked for smoking so often that I'd swear his dad's handprint was permanently imprinted on his bum. I think his record was getting caught four times in one day and getting tanned each time. His dad said that he really didn't think that spanking him was doing any good but he was going to continue to do so as long as he smoked to show how much he disapproved of the habit.
My buddy said that the spankings didn't impress him all that much, sure they hurt pretty bad but not for long and he made sure to cry and scream like his father was killing him to get the spankings cut short. His little brother was a partner in crime when it came to smoking and they shared many a time taking turns over Dad's knees crying and wailing while he warmed their buns for them.
His dad used the classic method of spanking a boy, pants and shorts to the ankles and then over the knees and bent at the waist so his legs were hanging down and then spanking his entire bottom with his hand. He was a big man and spanked pretty hard even though it was just with his hand, the boy's behinds would be scarlet and hot when he got done with them. One summer I actually tried to get a spanking of my own from this man, he had received permission of a sort from my father when he mentioned it might be an interesting experiment to see if my bottom would turn as red as his sons' seeming as I was normally involved in the same mischief but it never happened--I got sent home and his sons got the spankings. I've often wondered what my interests would be if I had gotten just one real spanking from this man as a kid. At age 13 or so I'm sure it would have made an impression on me.
Once I actually got to see my buddy get a spanking. I was waiting in the hay loft of the barn for him to play when he came into the barn being dragged by the arm by his father. I quietly scooted over until I could see down through a crack in the floor of the loft and watched as he had his pants taken down and pulled over his father's knees and got his white behind spanked fiery red and hot, I saw every smack of his dad's strong right hand.
The visual of watching his bottom turn color and the sounds of his dad's hand smacking his bare butt and his crying and begging for the spanking to stop were too much for me to take and for the second time in my life I ejaculated without touching myself, making a sticky mess out of my underpants. I vowed then and there to someday get a spanking of my own. Preferably more than one.
I came down out of the loft as soon as my friend's dad left the barn and found my buddy still sobbing and standing there with his pants and shorts still near his ankles. His scarlet behind gave me another erection and it got even worse when instead of being embarrassed knowing that I had seen him getting spanked, he asked me to run cold water from the hose in the milk room over his burning bum.
He stepped out of his clothes and left them laying there on the barn floor and I followed him into the milk room where he handed me the hose and bent way over showing me everything that he owned. I had never seen another guy's butt hole before and running the cold water over his fiery behind I got to study it a lot and almost added to the mess in my underpants. I ran cold water all over his behind until it numbed him up pretty good and made his scrotum shrivel up tight to his body, a little gray, wrinkled bump below what I had been studying so closely. He saved me from anointing my shorts again by deciding that his bum was cooled down enough and stood up.
I know that this tale is a repeat from a previous story but it made a big impression on me. My continuing quest to get spanked is recorded in those stories here in the archives so I won't bore you any longer with old history, I'll continue on to some new.
In 1997 I went online for the first time and found to my delight this wonderful site and other sites devoted to folks that either like to give spankings or get them. I had my Email address at a site that tried to link folks up and got several responses from men willing to spank me and actually met up with a few of them.
The first couple of men did indeed give me a good spanking, or rather spankings, but it was not exactly what I was looking for. So many different 'tools' were used on my willing bottom that I actually felt more like a testing ground than a boy getting a spanking which is what I wanted. I'm not complaining, mind you, these were great experiences and I got to feel what a paddle, strap, belt and even a razor strop felt like across my cheeks but it seemed overkill to me and not what a father would do to an errant son.
I can't imagine a father saying to his misbehaving boy "Go up to your room and wait for me, I'll be up shortly to use my hand/belt/hairbrush/paddle/strap/etc. to spank you." My idea of a typical spanking would go more like the father maybe starting the spanking with his hand and them maybe using a belt or paddle or some such thing for the finishing touches or just using the tool of preference from the start and all through the spanking.
I started an Email conversation with a wonderful man, who shall remain nameless but I hope you read this and know who I am and how appreciative I am. He was going to be in my area and we made arrangements for him to visit me. We had discussed what I was interested in before he got here and it was flat out wonderful, just what I was looking for. Maybe not as hard as I could desire, I'm still looking for that special someone that can take me over the edge to tears with a spanking but it was great!
We started out with him taking me over his knees while he was sitting on my couch, my feet were on the floor and my chest resting on the seat cushions. My bum was well presented and he started out by spanking the seat of my jogging pants long and hard with his hand. It didn't hurt a lot but I was drooling in my underpants.
After a brief respite I was back over his knees again, this time with my pants removed and my white briefs looking at him. Another spanking was administered on my underwear and it felt great, my bum was heating up and the front of my underpants looked like I had wet them from all the fluid that was leaking out of my penis.
Another rest to catch our breath and it was the moment of truth--I was back over his knees once more with my now bare and red behind sticking up for him to deal with. He spanked and spanked, covering every inch of my bum with his hand and making it sting and then did something really wonderful. He got me to open my crack for his attention by the simple expedient of grabbing my balls and lifting and spanked my crack and anus as hot as the rest of my bottom. It was terrific, nobody took the trouble to do that before and it felt like a real father/son spanking. I told him how much that turned me on so he gave me some extra swats inside there. His using my nuts for a handle to make me move was a big turn on as well, everyone else had ignored them.
He spanked my bare bottom again after another rest and then finished me off with a few swats with his belt. That was done with me having me stand with my head down on the seat of the couch, legs spread wide and fully exposed while he laid a few good stripes with his belt across my red fanny. That position felt so right for some reason, part of a spanking is the embarrassment of being made to expose parts of your body that you normally keep hidden from view for the spanker to use as he will. I don't feel embarrassed to be seen like that but I can understand how a boy would feel.
I really wish that I could have gone all the way with this wonderful man and cry but I just couldn't. He had given me the spanking that I had dreamed of getting all my life and more but my bum just didn't hurt enough for me to cry from the pain. The experience was wonderful and for a while there when I was over his lap with my bare bum sticking up I did feel like a boy getting a spanking from his dad. I have a feeling that the only way I'm ever going to possibly cry from a spanking is to get a full fledged, no holds barred, tanning on my bare butt with a paddle without a warm-up spanking first. Someday I hope to find a man that I can trust to do this for me. I don't want a beating, I want a spanking in the traditional sense of the word, just me, the man doing the job, a paddle and my bare behind.
Until then, thanks 'Dad' wherever you are, you know who you are and can't begin to imagine how much I enjoyed our spanking session that day.