I was curious about spanking my whole childhood growing up, but my parents didn’t believe in it so I never got one from them.
When I was 12, we tools a trip out of town to visit my grandmother and stayed at her house for a week. One of the days, my parents went out on their own and I was at the house with grandma the whole day.
I was being overly active, running around and being careless while playing. I was throwing a superball against walls to catch the bounce. I nearly knocked over stuff several times. She told me to stop and settle down several times. But I kept doing it. Finally she said if couldn’t behave myself, she would spank me.
I was shocked both because I’d never been threatened with a spanking but also because of my secret obsession with it.
I don’t recall that I did this intentionally, but maybe it was subconscious on purpose. A little later, I started playing with the superball again. Moments later she walked in and said something like, “You didn’t listen to me and now you’re going to get it!” She took my shoulders and marched me into the bedroom. I was really scared now and had butterflies in my stomach. The excitement I may have had before was just nervousness.
She sat down on the chair in front of the makeup vanity and I was standing in front of her. I started to feel real panic when I saw that she was beginning to unbutton and unzip my jeans. She pulled them down to my knees and I was blushing from embarrassment, but then it got a thousand times worse when she reached back up to my briefs waistband and began to pull down my underwear too. I was so humiliated to have my private parts showing.
She pulled me across her lap, which was actually a relief because it hid my front. Then she started a long lecture. She wasn’t mean or yelling, but honestly I couldn’t pay attention to anything she said. At first all I could think about was how exposed I felt with my underwear down and bare butt in the air. Then something really shameful happened. I became aware of my penis resting and rubbing against her thigh any time I moved slightly. It started to get hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
She didn’t say anything about it but surely noticed. I think she cut the lecture short and began spanking me because of it. They first few spanks took my breath away; I had no idea it was possible just her hand could hurt this much. I totally forgot about the arousal and started crying almost immediately. It went on for what seemed like forever, she alternated cheeks and covered every inch of my bare butt middle and sides, top and bottom and sit-spots.
My butt was on fire and I was bawling my eyes out. I didn’t even notice when she stopped spanking. My butt was burning and throbbing so much it felt like it was still getting hit. Laying there over her lap for a while, my crying eventually subsided to just tears and sniffles.
She explained that she hated to have to do that but I needed to learn to respect her rules. I had regained control and stopped crying, even though my butt was still stinging bad. Then, to my horror, I felt myself getting hard again.
She made me get up and I was sticking straight about and she obviously saw it. I scrambled to pull my underwear and pants back up as quickly as I could.
Finally she explained my punishment was over and all was forgiven. She said she wouldn’t tell my parents either so I wouldn’t get it more trouble.
I still get an instant erection every time I think about it.