My first experience of excitement over CP was when I was 8 yrs old at junior school.
I had been punished by my parents, but watching another boy, ( a friend) having his trousers and pants taken down, put over the teachers lap and then smacked had a dramatic effect on me. His name was Peter; he was the same age as me although he was bigger in build. He was caught bullying one of the girls in the class by the class teacher Miss Maserton. Peter was the caretaker' son, he and his family lived in a house next to the school and opposite our house.
About half an hour before the end of the days lessons Miss Maserton told the class to pay attention and to sit down and face the front. One of the boys had be caught bullying a girl and was to be punished in front of the class, the boys name is Peter. Come out to the front of the class. Peter went to the front, Miss Maserton told him that bullying was not allowed and he was to be smacked for bullying Sarah, if he was caught doing it again he would be sent to the headmaster for the cane.
Miss Maserton then moved her chair out from behind the desk and then went and collected a plastic mackintosh from the hat stand and sat down. She put the mac over her knees and said that this was in case Peter had an accident. He was told to stand on her right, she then undid his shorts and pulled them down, Peter was crying already and asking her not to smack him with his shorts down.
She said not only were his shorts coming down but his underpants were coming down as well, Peter was crying and pleading with her, but down they came. She pulled him over her lap and told him to hold on to the rungs of the chair, and if her put his hands anywhere near his bottom she would hold then and use a hairbrush to smack his bottom.
It was at this point that I realised that I had an erection and felt warm and happy, I didnt understand it, Peter was my friend and I was getting excited that he was going to be punished. Miss Maserton started to smack Peter, three smacks to the left cheek and three to the right, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Then she repeated it, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Peter was really crying now, loud sobs and tears streamed down onto the floor. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK and another SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, Peter was promising to be good and never bully anyone again. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK and another SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Miss Maserton told Peter to stand up, and then she told him to stand on her chair with his back to the class, she pulled up his shirt and exposed his red bottom that seemed to be moving as stood on the chair. Look at what happens to children who are caught bullying, any of you boys or girls caught doing it will get the same punishment. Peter was allowed to get down and get dressed. I could not believe how good it had been watching, but still felt sorry for Peter.
After school I waited for Peter and asked him how he was, he said that his bum was sore but most of the pain had gone. He asked me if I was ok because when he stood up after the smacking I had looked odd, as if I had been in a dream. I said that watching him being punished had made me feel all funny inside.
Next to his house was a big brick built shed that had old furniture and all sorts of bits and pieces in it and we often played in there. Peter asked if I wanted to see his bottom and of course I did.
We went in to the shed and shut and bolted the door, Peter undid his shorts and pulled them down, he said You can pull my pants down if you like I pulled his pants down and looked at his bum, it was red all over and on the outside of his right cheek I could see finger marks. You can feel the marks if you like he said and I ran my hand over his cheeks, it was fantastic almost electrical feeling.
Can I give you a couple of smacks I asked,
Only if they are very light.
I gave each cheek a light slap OW Peter said but did not move so I gave each cheek a second slap. He turned round and said that me smacking him had made him feel funny inside and I said that perhaps I should smack him some more, he said OK.
I found a low chair and sat on it and then called Peter over, he had pulled up his trousers and pants so I said Why have you pulled up your trousers and pants when you know that they have to be down when you are punished.
I am sorry he said. I undid his shorts and pulled them down and then his pants followed, after a bit of a struggle I got him over my lap, I pulled up is shirt and gazed at his bum. I thought you were going to smack me Peter said and I realised that I had just been sitting there looking at his bum, almost mesmerised. I quickly came to and gave each cheek a couple of smacks, Peter said nothing so I gave each one two more still he said nothing, so I smacked each cheek again but harder. OW that hurts Peter said but did not move or put his hands back to stop me.
Of course it hurts, you are being punished for being a naughty boy, arent you I said.
Yes he replied.
You have 6 more smacks to come and I then smacked each cheek twice, again quite hard. Peter said nothing, so I gave him another 2 on each cheek. This time he squealed at each smack. You have two more on each cheek to come Yes he said, and I gave each cheek one smack. SMACK, SMACK .
Oww I'm sorry I wont be naughty again SMACK, SMACK I smacked both cheeks hard.
Peter, time for tea.' We froze as we heard Peters mother calling him, and then quickly I helped him pull up his pants and trousers, we agreed to meet the next day to play as it was Saturday, and then he went off for his tea and I went home thinking what a good day it had been and looking forward to Saturday.