Curious About a Spanking from Mom

I had a big obsession and curiosity with spanking as long as I could remember. Those feelings grew even more intense as I began puberty. I was never spanked, though, I got threatened with one a few times. In my mind, it was a real possibility even if in reality it was probably just an idol threat.

Around the ages of 12-13 I was so consumed by my curiosity that I began considering trying to get a spanking. Even though I was also terrified of it, the obsessive curiosity of what it would be like, would it really hurt as much as people say, those thoughts just wouldn’t go away.

I would have long, elaborate fantasies about either intentionally misbehaving to try and trigger a spanking, requesting Mom to spank me instead of some other punishment, or just outright asking Mom for a spanking “out of the blue.”

I’d get very excited imagining those scenes, and then felt all the more naughty for my excitement. Like it was a feedback loop that my obsession with getting spanked made me naughty and even more deserving of a spanking.

I wish I had the nerve to have just talked about it when I was 12. And I wish that she would have been understanding of my need to have the curiosity satisfied. I wouldn’t have wanted her to go easy as a “sample,” though, I wanted it to be the real deal, a real punishment.

After the talk, I wish she would have agreed that I should experience it at least once, and that once we start, I wouldn’t be able to back out, that it would be a real punishment and she would spank me as long as she thought I deserved. And then right then and there, before I have a chance to think back in regret, she pulls my pants and underwear down, puts me across her knees, and gives me a long hard spanking on my bare bottom until my heinie is in fire and I’m sobbing myself eyes out.

By Anonymous 21 days

Embarrassing CONFESSION

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