My First Self-Spanking

by Caned1 <Caned1@excite.com>

There are many people who for various reasons never find a partner willing to give them the discipline they crave. These people often resort to spanking themselves. The following true story recalls the first time, at a young age, that I discovered that with just a little imagination, some willpower and a strong arm, a self-spanking can be just as fulfilling as the real thing! Since then I have regularly administered my own punishments whenever the need arises

Until I began using the internet I used to think I was completely alone in my desire to thrash my own behind. I have since discovered that there are many others out there doing exactly the same! If you are a confirmed self-spanker or interested in the subject of self-spanking I would love to hear from you at caned1@excite. com I hope you enjoy this recollection as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My first self-spanking

I have long forgotten the name of the book now, it was no classic, but just half a page of very mediocre text set me on a course that has dominated my life for nearly twenty-five years. The book followed the daily lives of a group of boys at a British public school in the nineteen fifties. The short passage that had such an effect on me described in graphic detail the prolonged slippering of a new boy by his fellow pupils. I had read various accounts of school punishments carried out by teachers before, all of which had aroused me to varying degrees, but this was the first time that I had ever read about a boy being taunted, stripped naked, and held down for a sustained spanking by boys his own age.

Sitting in the library reading the account for the first time, I could feel the inevitable stirring in my trousers. Within seconds I was as hard as I had ever been before. Upon finishing the passage I discretely tore the page from the book and half ran quickly and uncomfortably to the nearest toilet to give my little dick the attention it urgently needed. All afternoon I would stiffen as I reread the text over and over again and pictured the scene in my mind.

Whenever I had pictured spankings in my mind before, it had always been as the watcher, gleefully gazing on as the victims rear was turned red as they sqirmed and screamed, but this time was different. However many times I re-ran the scene in my mind, it was always the same. I was the one naked and degraded. I was the one having my bare behind blistered while everyone watched and laughed.

Back home in the privacy of my bedroom, there was only one thought on my mind. As my eyes drifted around the room, I saw the perfect solution to my problem. Two of them in fact.. A pair of heavy rubber soled gym shoes. Perfect!

TWHACK! TWHACK!

Test swots on the edge of the bed proved just how effective a weapon the footwear might be if swung hard enough from the heel.

TWHACK!

The sound alone sent shivers of anticipation through my spine making me wonder why I'd never thought of spanking myself before. I could already feel my stiff dick pressing against my trousers.

"Strip" ordered a booming young voice in my head.

I did as ordered. There was a hushed silence as I slowly stripped right down to my tight white underpants.

"And the rest!" the same voice demanded as I hesitated.

As a dozen imagined eyes looked on, I slowly slid my underwear to the floor. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. The humiliation had caused my previously stiff dick to now shrivell to nothing. One and a half inches of wrinkled foreskin stuck straight out in front of me like a two-year-old babies. As I gingerly stepped out of my pants, the sound of laughing and jeering was echoing around my head.

"Look at that!", "Look at his pathetic dick!", "It's tiny!", "Is it a boy or a girl?", "Does that baby-dick get any bigger?", "Let's make the little girl squeal!", "Thrash his arse!"

"Get down on your knees boy!" The booming voice shouted above the din.

I knelt down as ordered and bent over the edge of the bed, knees pressed tightly together.

"Spread your legs!. I want to see your balls and arse-hole" the voice in my head was obviously determined to embarrass me as much as possible. I spread myself wide and pushed out my tight buttocks so that my puny equipment dangled for all to see. The chill air on my most private parts accentuated my nakedness and embarrasment. Even with my face pushed hard into the bed covers I could still feel and picture all those gleeful eyes staring at my tight little hole, puny boy-sac and smooth milky-white buttocks.

"Now to teach you a lesson you won't forget boy! Are you ready"

"Yes" I whimpered

"Give it to him good!" someone called out.

My right arm drew back as far as I could reach.

SMACK!

I brought the plimsoll down as fast and hard as I could

"OOOH!"

A jolt of searing pain ran right through my right buttock, followed by a red hot tingling sensation that seemed to last for ages.

SMACK! OOOOOOH!

The second one on my left buttock was even harder. By twisting my torso ever so slightly, I had been able to produce a really forceful stinger .

SMACK! SMACK!

I was warming up now and so was my bottom. I could actually feel my cheeks turning bright red.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I was really getting into it now. I didn't even need to look to know that my dick was rock hard again. I could feel it twitching and bouncing wildly in full view of the imagined group, dancing wildly to every strike of the gym shoe. This really was the ultimate degradation.

"Hey look, he's got a stiffie! I think he's enjoying it" a voice called. "Hit him harder, make him cry" another voice shouted.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The ferocity of the blows noticeably increased "Oooowww!" I groaned as by bottom paid a high price for my overactive imagination.

"Don't hit me again!" I pleaded to someone who wasn't really there.

"Shut up! Boy!" A voice in my head shouted back, as the slipper went on swinging.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"No! Please!" I begged and sobbed. My behind really burned now and I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows came faster and harder. They no longer had the precision they once had. Instead I swung rapidly and wildly in the general direction of my poor, blistered behind.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

In my crouched spread position I yelped and cried continuously as I frantically jerked my bottom up and down and side to side in a futile attempt to avoid the approaching slipper.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch!" I yelped loudly as I struck a particularly sensitive spot at the top of my thighs. I did it again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Arghhhh! No!" groaned a sob in my voice as my eyes started to leak down my sweaty face. It was no good. I had to finish. And I had to finish now.