I was never spanked growing up. I remember threats being thrown about, but they were always playful. My dad would often tease me by saying things like, “Uh oh, looks like someone needs a spanking!” I'm sure my reaction of blushing furiously and quickly changing the subject was overlooked by him. I never had the desire to be spanked by my parents. In fact, the thought of that happening was mortifying to me. Maybe because I had such a strong, obsessive interest in it, and I was afraid they would see that in me if ever if were to happen.
My first memory of my fascination with spanking is when I was three years old. I was playing with my dolls in my bedroom, and I flipped one over on its stomach, spanking the plastic bottom sharply. I did this often when playing by myself, and only once did I get caught. My dad, peering into my room and catching me in the act, chuckled as he said, “Were they being naughty?” I was embarrassed, and very careful about such play from then on.
I always opted to play the naughty child in the games of“house” with the neighbor's kids in hopes of getting my bottom smacked once or twice, and I would watch with widened eyes whenever a spanking reference was made on TV. And of course, the small dictionary I kept in my side table drawer would automatically open to the page containing the word “spank”. Yes, I still remember: to slap on the buttocks with a flat object or with the open hand, as for punishment. :)
My friends who got spanked at home may have found it a bit strange when I would probe for detailed descriptions of each punishment. I would listen carefully and get a small thrill every time I heard that “s” word, though I was always hesitant to say it myself. I thought, on some level, they would hear me say the word and know that it carried much more significance to me. I was a paranoid little kid. :) This is all before my family got their first computer and I found the magic that could come from typing that word into a search engine. . .
Wow, where did you find that picture? Great story too.
ReplyDeleteThanks! It came from an article on Spanking Wiki.
ReplyDeleteWow, this looks like it's going to be a great blog. Being a 100% spanko from as far back as I remember, I can relate to all this, except I was spanked but had no dolls to spank. ;) Maybe that's why I like to be the spanker.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sophie. I'm looking forward to future posts here.
Thanks, Brett! Yes, spanking my dolls is really the only experience as a Spanker I've ever had. And I'm fine with keeping it at that. :-)
ReplyDeleteSophie well if your dolls were naughty you had to spank them lol yes i have been spanko about the same age you were characters spanked in comic papers by parents and teachers otk ,love and spanks ,tim xxx
ReplyDeleteI love that you wrote about this! I've never read such a great description of that embarrassed, wriggly, paranoia that other people will know our interest in spanking is different just from hearing us say the word. I'd forgotten some of that :D
ReplyDeleteI spanked my dolls too. And my friends. And got friends to spank me. I really liked playing "House" for that reason. Haha, I've NEVER admitted that to anyone except myself. Okay, I'll shut up now. *grin*
Wow, I remember when I was a kid I had an elementary school dictionary in my bedroom and would sometimes re-read the definition of "spank" (a sharp blow with an open hand or other object, usually across the buttocks, given as a form of punishment, especially to children. [The nurse spanked the naughty child].) I had completely forgotten about that until you said you did the exact same thing! Maybe I'm not as strange as I think!
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