There are major differences in what I look for in the two kinds of spankings. I like a naked Top for an erotic spanking. For a corrective spanking, I think the Top should remain fully clothed. And just like that guy wrote, I may have a stiff weiner at the start of a correction spanking, but I know that once we get to the stage where I'm really learning my lesson my weenie will have deflated completely. I want a nice slow warmup in an erotic spanking, but if it's a spanking to punish me, I shouldn't get a warm-up because I don't deserve one.
I have met one Top so far who seems to understand this perfectly. Our first meeting was purely erotic. There was lots of role play (Coach naughty teenager). He spanked me first slowly on my jockey shorts, for a long long time, then peeled them down and spanked my bare butt with very slowly-increasing intensity. My weenie was rock-hard the whole time, rubbing against his hairy thigh as I squirmed from every hot slap on my rear. It took about an hour, but finally my bare butt was glowing red hot, with the heat flowing down into my hard weiner and aching balls, and I shot my load all over his lap as he spanked me. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, like I was squirting all that fire in my burning ass right out the tip of my weenie in one scalding hot spurt after another! Afterwards we cuddled while he rubbed his stiff _c_o_c_k_ up and down my hot red asscheeks until he came all over my butt.
Our second meeting, however, was purely corrective. I stood in front of him while I received a very stern lecture, which I assure you all did NOT sound or feel at all like role-play, because it wasn't! And it didn't help any that I had to stare at the large wooden hairbrush he was holding, while I stood there. He was fully clothed and stayed that way. When the lecture was over (at least the part of it I didn't receive over his knees), my jeans and jockeys were taken firmly down right to my ankles, and I was pulled across his lap -- no "Bend over," no room for pleading or protesting. He was in charge and he let me know it, just jerking me down across his lap. I didn't have time to protest, because a second later the back of that hairbrush came down across my bare behind like a firecracker exploding! And another, and another, and another, rapid-fire and very hard, no "warm up" or anything like that. I was being punished, and I was let to know it right from the start. Yes, I had a woody when he first pulleddown my jeans. I'm sure it was soft as a marshmallow thirty seconds into the spanking, although I couldn't tell you for sure because my full attention was on my ass. My burning, stinging, flaming, sizzling bare ass, being whaled with a hairbrush that felt red hot!
I am a fairly small, slight guy, and he is a rather tall, very well-built guy, so no horses or restraints were needed. I was just as helpless with his arm clamped around my waist, as I would have been in shackles. I howled, II yelled, I begged, all to no purpose. The brush continued to blister my bare behind. And as it went on and on, I eventually started crying, and ended up sobbing with tears running down my face. I am sure I never meant "I'm sorry!" half as sincerely as I meant it shouting it out over and over again between my howls and sobs. BOY, was I ever sorry!!! Although I'd always made the distinction in my mind, I don't think until that spanking that I ever truly understood the difference between a correction spanking and an erotic spanking. I was never spanked as a kid, so I guess that was my first punishment spanking. And believe me, when it was finally, finally over, I felt thoroughly punished! No _s_e_x_ afterward -- I was handed some kleenex and told to wipe my eyes and blow my nose, pull up my pants, and "Don't ever do it again or you'll get double next time!"
Now why is this important to me? I *like* erotic spankings, and want them. I DON'T *like* corrective spankings, and I don't want them, but sometimes I need them. Which is usually someone else's decision, not my own, but I have to admit in truthfulness, I have never felt I was punished when I didn't deserve it. Deserving it and liking it, though, are not the same thing. He is the only Top who's ever given me punishment spankings, as he seems to be the only Top I've ever met who both understands the difference, and doesn't "abuse" the practice for his own enjoyment. I'm not even sure he does enjoy spanking me for punishment, at least not in anything like the way he enjoys spanking me erotically.
Much to my surprise, especially with a swollen, bruised butt that was indeed "too sore to sit down" as the cliche goes, I did learn my lesson. On the rare occasions when I was tempted to commit the same stupidity again, I instantly remembered that spanking, and the recollection instantly removed my temptation! Which has been useful not merely as fantasy fodder like an erotic spanking is, but as a positive force in my life. I make better decisions, or at least fewer stupid decisions, because of it. But I don't confuse those spankings with the far more frequent and infinitely more pleasurable erotic spankings. Oh, my butt is still good and hot and sore after an erotic spanking, too, and I've even been known to shed a tear or two, but everything about it, from the warm-up to the whole tone of the experience, is completely different from a punishment spanking.
Well, there's my two cents on "why do men get spanked?"