I Have a Facination With Spanking
I have been a dedicated spanko since the age of 5 or 6. I was spanked often by both my parents. Just the idea of spanking excited me. My younger sister would talk me into playing house with her and her dolls. She would watch with fascination as I held the "kid" over my knee spanking it. I found the dolls with the clothe bottoms were more fun to spank because, even though they were smaller, they "felt" more real.
In time, she would take the doll's place over my knee and in no time at all, I'd have her snowy white bottom exposed to the air and spanking it tenderly.
When I went off to school, I missed having her over my knee. In time, I found other kids with the same interest and experiences in spanking and delighted to be positioned over my knee for a "pretend" spanking. Many times, the spankings would be in connection with "house" or "school", which we played almost daily.
One of the "naughties" became my best friend. She loved my spankings so we would sneak off somewhere out of eye and ear shot of others; especially tattling kids, and play our game.
"E" and I enjoyed each other's company because we shared this interest. It all started one night after dinner. It was already dark and we found ourselves behind on of the campus buildings talking when the subject turned to spanking.
Once the preliminaries (the who, where, and why), I got to the HOW. She said she was always spanked over the knee. My ears perked up and my pulse began to race anticipating the next question/answer. She admitted to being spanked bare. I never was so my interest grew even stronger. I verified what she was telling me by asking, "really," acting shocked. She answered, "Yeah, they almost all the time do it with my pants down." This fact excited me and after a bit more chit chat about it, I gummed up the courage to ask if I could spank her "that way." Once she presented no objection, I sat on the high sidewalk where my 8 yr old feet touched the ground. She then placed her 6 year old body over my knee.
This excited me since she was the first since my sister to be in that position. She was wearing a pair of yellow shorts with a yellow and white striped t-shirt.
Once she was settled, I lifted her shirt just high enough to exposed the waistband of her shorts and a couple inches of her lower back. I saw she was wearing white cotton panties since I was seeing the white waistband of them popping up just over her shorts.
I don't remember if I delivered any swats to her clothed bottom first. I don't think so since I was wanted to get "to the business at hand," so I grabbed the two waistbands together with one hand on each side and gently pulled them down to just below the bottom.
I stared in utter amazement for a few seconds. The sight of the lower back against the bottom, the bottom against the bunched up panties over the bunched up shorts, against the thighs against the back of the knees, excited me so that my pulse grew even faster.
I stopped myself from admiring the view when I remembered what I had gained her consent to do. I then delivered several (an even dozen, as I recall) then paused for about five seconds and got the urge to make the last two swats sting a bit in order to create a sensation and the unmistakable and delightful sound of the bare hand against the bare skin. I warned her about these so as not to scare her out of letting me have the enjoyment of this experience again. Once I got the "go ahead" I felt and saw her stiffen her bottom cheeks in preparation for the sting. I raised my hand and brought it down with twice the force I had used for the last 12 swats, pausing for three seconds between each. Once they had been delivered, I paused again and she made no attempt to get off my lap so I availed myself of the opportunity to give her sweet bottom a nice massage. She let out a slight moan sending me the message she was enjoying the treatment.
It must have been about 5-8 minutes (I enjoyed it, too), before I stopped. I once again, paused to admire the view before lifting her panties over her bottom then her shorts over them and helped her off my lap.
As she sat next to me on the sidewalk, our eyes met. I notice a small tear in each moist eye but a sweet little smile on her face. I told her, "thank you for letting me spank you." She grasped my hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze saying, "I enjoyed it very much. Can we play again, tomorrow?" I told her we could then swore her to secrecy, to which she agreed to with now exception.
That building became our little special spot. We would meet back there several nights a week as opportunities presented themselves.
She also admitted to me some time later that she also enjoyed playing doctor with her friends. She was usually the doctor but wanted to be the patient with me as doing the doctoring on her. We didn't get too many opportunities to play that since it was more involved than our spanking games. She had a play doctor kit but didn't want to be seeing carrying it around so we only played a few times when we knew we had most of the dormitory to ourselves, though we would play in secluded places. The majority of our alone time together was spent behind that building at night with her over my knee.
In time, she would take the doll's place over my knee and in no time at all, I'd have her snowy white bottom exposed to the air and spanking it tenderly.
When I went off to school, I missed having her over my knee. In time, I found other kids with the same interest and experiences in spanking and delighted to be positioned over my knee for a "pretend" spanking. Many times, the spankings would be in connection with "house" or "school", which we played almost daily.
One of the "naughties" became my best friend. She loved my spankings so we would sneak off somewhere out of eye and ear shot of others; especially tattling kids, and play our game.
"E" and I enjoyed each other's company because we shared this interest. It all started one night after dinner. It was already dark and we found ourselves behind on of the campus buildings talking when the subject turned to spanking.
Once the preliminaries (the who, where, and why), I got to the HOW. She said she was always spanked over the knee. My ears perked up and my pulse began to race anticipating the next question/answer. She admitted to being spanked bare. I never was so my interest grew even stronger. I verified what she was telling me by asking, "really," acting shocked. She answered, "Yeah, they almost all the time do it with my pants down." This fact excited me and after a bit more chit chat about it, I gummed up the courage to ask if I could spank her "that way." Once she presented no objection, I sat on the high sidewalk where my 8 yr old feet touched the ground. She then placed her 6 year old body over my knee.
This excited me since she was the first since my sister to be in that position. She was wearing a pair of yellow shorts with a yellow and white striped t-shirt.
Once she was settled, I lifted her shirt just high enough to exposed the waistband of her shorts and a couple inches of her lower back. I saw she was wearing white cotton panties since I was seeing the white waistband of them popping up just over her shorts.
I don't remember if I delivered any swats to her clothed bottom first. I don't think so since I was wanted to get "to the business at hand," so I grabbed the two waistbands together with one hand on each side and gently pulled them down to just below the bottom.
I stared in utter amazement for a few seconds. The sight of the lower back against the bottom, the bottom against the bunched up panties over the bunched up shorts, against the thighs against the back of the knees, excited me so that my pulse grew even faster.
I stopped myself from admiring the view when I remembered what I had gained her consent to do. I then delivered several (an even dozen, as I recall) then paused for about five seconds and got the urge to make the last two swats sting a bit in order to create a sensation and the unmistakable and delightful sound of the bare hand against the bare skin. I warned her about these so as not to scare her out of letting me have the enjoyment of this experience again. Once I got the "go ahead" I felt and saw her stiffen her bottom cheeks in preparation for the sting. I raised my hand and brought it down with twice the force I had used for the last 12 swats, pausing for three seconds between each. Once they had been delivered, I paused again and she made no attempt to get off my lap so I availed myself of the opportunity to give her sweet bottom a nice massage. She let out a slight moan sending me the message she was enjoying the treatment.
It must have been about 5-8 minutes (I enjoyed it, too), before I stopped. I once again, paused to admire the view before lifting her panties over her bottom then her shorts over them and helped her off my lap.
As she sat next to me on the sidewalk, our eyes met. I notice a small tear in each moist eye but a sweet little smile on her face. I told her, "thank you for letting me spank you." She grasped my hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze saying, "I enjoyed it very much. Can we play again, tomorrow?" I told her we could then swore her to secrecy, to which she agreed to with now exception.
That building became our little special spot. We would meet back there several nights a week as opportunities presented themselves.
She also admitted to me some time later that she also enjoyed playing doctor with her friends. She was usually the doctor but wanted to be the patient with me as doing the doctoring on her. We didn't get too many opportunities to play that since it was more involved than our spanking games. She had a play doctor kit but didn't want to be seeing carrying it around so we only played a few times when we knew we had most of the dormitory to ourselves, though we would play in secluded places. The majority of our alone time together was spent behind that building at night with her over my knee.
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