Re- visiting my first spanking

A few years back Amsterdam Spoke, an on line Dutch magazine, asked me to write an article for them about why girls like me enjoyed  being spanked. With the addition of a few appropriate illustrations, here it is word for word.

This picture so reminds me of the eighteen year old me, suddenly finding myself being spanked for the first time in my life. The shock, the horror, the sheer disbelief that an educated liberated and sophisticated young woman like me was across my boyfriend’s knee with my panties down and being told I was a naughty little girl and had been asking for it! Of course I had been asking for it, but that was hardly the point. I was being spanked for God sake, a punishment for nineteen fifties children, not modern liberated females. It was undignified demeaning and painful, but, Oh God, despite that, or maybe because of that it was massively arousing, and the harder he spanked me and the more he told me what a dreadful little brat I was the more aroused I became.

He could not have known that at last I was living out a fantasy that had been simmering in my subconscious since adolescence. I was never spanked as a child, but my parents were films buffs and with them I saw a lot of older movies from the nineteen forties and fifties. In those days young girls really were punished this way, and in a lot of these films there were scenes where adolescent or older girls were spanked or at least threatened with it, mostly by parents or teachers, but surprisingly often by husbands or boyfriends.

I was at that age when my sexual curiosity was off the scale, and I found the idea of a grown up girl being spanked by her lover weirdly exciting.

Having not long discovered the pleasures of masturbation, more often than not it was the thought of a good looking man taking me over his knee and spanking me in progressive states of undress that had me arching and mewing under my midnight sheets.

That first ever spanking got the two us seriously excited which gave a real edge to the sex we had afterwards, and from then on I found myself across his knee on a regular basis.

Later with other boyfriends I had no bother finding ways to encourage them to punish me, and the die was cast. A few years on when I started to take occasional holidays from being heterosexual I discovered for myself the excitement of having a young bare bottomed minx across my own knee for a spanking.

And the pain you ask? That’s not really what it’s about. The focus is about setting up a sexual dynamic where the girl on the receiving end has surrendered her adulthood to the man’s authority. Once he’s spanked you, who knows what pleasurable things he might chose to visit on you, and that’s another part of the excitement. The pain is incidental, but there should be just enough of it to add a little danger, and enough to spill over from your burning bottom into other parts and become something strangely enjoyable in the process.

And never make the mistake of thinking that your man is not into that sort of thing. I’ve never yet met a man whose eyes didn’t light up at the thought of a girl being spanked. Let me make a suggestion. Team your shortest skirt with some stockings and a pair of skimpy panties. Approach him diffidently with lowered eyes, and as you run the tip of your finger down his shirt, try something like, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Sir, ” Then give him the full on big innocent eyes. “Perhaps you should spank me!”

If that doesn’t yield some pretty exciting results, I suggest you get a new boyfriend! As for you men out there, if your girlfriend approaches you this way, when she’s across your knee and you’re pulling her panties down in readiness for her punishment, remember it’s me you’ve got to thank!