This is a true story about how I first became involved in consensual spanking.
When I was a freshman in high school there was an older guy in the neighborhood who was on the wrestling team. I was interested in joining the team but was not very good and had no real experience, so he offered to help me, to teach me how to be a good wrestler. I went to his house several times and in our bathing suits he taught me the holds and escapes. Although he was older and larger, we had a good time practicing together. Of course, he always beat me. Not only was I younger but considerably smaller and thinner, and was very youthful looking for my age. Although I was 14 years old, I probably looked about 12.
At the end of the third session I ended up in a hold and submitted to him without being pinned. I was in a rather contorted position with my bottom sticking up in the air, and before he let me up he gave me three slaps across my butt. He said nothing about it. After he let me go I went into the bathroom to change into my street clothes.
I was extremely embarrassed. I had been having fantasies about spankings for many years but never had acted on them; only masturbated thinking about being put over someone's knee. Now that it happened I was flooded with all sorts of emotions about it. I had a huge erection as I changed and almost started masturbating right there in the bathroom.
Two days later I came back and again at the end of the session my fanny was in the air and I received several smacks on my bottom. Now is was consensual. Since I didn't protest, he understood that I apparently enjoyed the experience as much as he did and wanted it to continue. As I walked out the door he whacked me once across my bottom and told me "You better come here right after school tomorrow. We have a lot of work to do."
The training didn't seem to last as long the next afternoon and at the end he didn't even try to get me into a submissive hold but just grappled with me and eventually was able to hold me across his knee. This time there was no pretext of a few playful swats. "From now on, this is what happens when you lose to me" he said as he started to spank me across my very thin swim trucks. I wiggled and struggled and tried to cover my bottom with my hand, but he was so much more powerful that I couldn't get away. His strong wide palm made my behind very warm, but it was very erotic and sensuous. I was fighting not to get a hard on; afraid of what he might think.
I enjoyed it but felt very strange. I felt guilty but on the other hand couldn't wait to get home, get my pants down and the Vaseline bottle out.
The next time we wrestled there was no spanking to end it. It thought that perhaps he detected that I was starting to get an erection. He let me up, I waited, kind of shifted around adjusting my trunks, but nothing happened. I told him that I was going to change. As I turned and walked away he grabbed my arm and told me "not so fast. You haven't been spanked yet."
He pulled me into the kitchen, took a chair and placed it in the middle of the room. He sat down and crooked his finger for me to come over next to him. I stood next to him and looked into his eyes. He was enjoying it as much as I was. He reached up and put his hands on the waistband of my trunks and slowly pulled them down to my knees. I was so humiliated standing there with my still developing pecker ( I was just starting to grow hair) at about his eye level that I'm sure my face was beet red. He eyed my _d_i_c_k_, put his hand gently on my bare cheeks and patted them for a second. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap.
He spanked me on and off for about 15 minutes, rubbing my bottom occasionally as it started to grow pink and then red. As I was over his knee with the cool air blowing over my bare ass, the feel of his knees and firm palm on my cheeks, I couldn't help get an erection. Eventually I could feel that he also got one. He reached between my legs and felt my hard _d_i_c_k_ and said "Spankings aren't supposed to give someone a hard on." I told him that I could feel that he also had one. I got several real good licks for that statement.
After the spanking I got up off his knee. My cute little penis was sticking out at attention pointing straight at him. He stood up and saw this huge bulge in his swim trunks. He took them off. In addition to being larger and older that me, I now realized what a man sized _d_i_c_k_ looked like. I was maybe 6 inches long. He must have been at least 10 inches and very thick. I felt totally intimidated and dominated. I pulled my pants off and we ended up masturbating together.
That was the first of about a dozen spanking afternoons.