[charles wilbourn]

Well, I haven't told this to everybody, but when I was much younger, maybe 14 or 15, I had been interested in spanking for several years, but there always had to be a reason for it. when I was 14--rather a long time ago--I decided that doing naughty things without being spanked for would be really exciting. So one fall night, while everyone else had left my house, i ran across the fence to my neighbors' backyard and broke a window--big deal, right? but for a young boy like me that people generally considered "not naughty" it was a big turn on. In fact I went as far as orgasm immediately afterward. This kind of activity took place sporadically until I was 17. I never did anything serious or hurt anybody. But just "being naughty" for its own sake is not enough, and i guess at the time I did occasional bad things I am certain, well, almost, that I wanted to get caught and spanked on the bare preferably by the person or persons against whom I misbehaved. Yes, secretly, even secret to myself, I wanted to get caught and spanked, maybe "in the raw." However, nothing came of it. The farthest-reaching of my naughty acts was that I started smoking at 17, and have been hopelessly hooked ever since.

As far as my interest in spanking goes, well that has been perennial and I don't know whence it stems, since I wasn't considered a particularly "bad boy" then and was well-behaved at school--generally always was--except that I liked to play sick all the time, and even play hooky. At the time I did it I didn't think this was particularly naughty enough behavior to warrant spanking, though now I do and maybe subconsciously I felt guilty for it and needed to be punished--spanked--for it, so maybe that is where my interest stems. However, there were two occasions when I played hooky , when I was 9, when I knew I was being being bad. The first time I decided not to go to school but to the corner market and buy a pack of cigarettes, saying they were for my mom, and spent the day smoking them in an abandoned house near my home. The cigarettes were gone by 3:30, when school let out, so I went home. When I got home mt mom greeted me as usual so I thought I was in the clear, but the office secretary, who was accustomed to calls from my mom when I wouldn't be in school on a given day, gave a sealed note from her to mom to be delivered by my sister unread--if she had read it she would never have given it to her and would have warned me. So suspecting nothing she gave the note to mom, and she read it--I didn't know anything about this till the next morning when she woke me up roughly, pulled me out of bed, and said "I've got something for you to read after we're through." I was silent, but barely awake, even after she pulled me out of bed, to notice she carried a small wooden paddle; she sat on the side of the bed, pulled off my briefs, turned me over her knee and gave me the hardest paddling--whipping of any kind--that I had gotten. I screamed, yelled, pleaded, cried, all that, but the paddling went on 15 minutes. I didn't play hooky for years after that. The second time she spanked me was when I was playin sick. She wanted to take my temperature but I would have none of it. She persisted in trying to stick the thermometer in my mouth, I got tired of it, took the thermometer out of her hand and threw it against the wall breaking it. I was in bed at the time; again she yanked me out of it, pulled off my briefs and smacked me many, many times on the bare with her hand; it hurt almost as much as the paddling did. Then she dressed me and took me to my homeroom herself. As the school's punishment I had to stay after school, and my homeroom teacher paddled me very effectively, considering I was wearing jeans. Still, after that I continued to play sick, often, and often stayed home.

I'm sorry I'm being so long winded. I agree with what several people have said, that spanking is the highest form of erotic pleasure. However, not spanking for its own sake. There's gotta be a reason. For me, maybe I reached erotic climax when my mom spanked me and when my homeroom teacher spanked me as a form of defense-mechanism--turning pain into pleasure. Maybe subconsciously I saw the whipps as the nayural outcome of being naughty, and felt certain that I deserved them. Somehow, mysteriously, being bad turned me on, but then even more so did being spanked. All the concomitant things--shame, embarrassment at being seen at least partially naked, turn me on as being part of the punishment. And, on a related note, I'm turned on by bondage, but spanking has to be involved, and being bound naked is a big turn on for me. But I ve never been bound--WAY too scared! Wicked things can happen. . . . but for fantasies it's fine. I prefer in my imagination to be spanked by women or girls--I guess it's maybe a natural turn-on for young males to be seen naked--effectively--by women--good looking--and pretty girls, but for me this would never be unaccompanied by shame. That's all!
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