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.

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UncleJlovesbrazil · 61-69, M

Wheels,
There is no such a group on here. I've tried to locate one already. I will keep looking so as to join it. I'd love to message some stories but cannot do that on here yet. I would like to add you so as to share more with you about these games. Here's one of these stories:
I had a little friend, who had been adopted by some people I knew well from my church. I will call her GG. She was shy and had few friends. I took an interest in her but it took a while for her to warm up to me. After the first several attempts, she finally warmed up to me and wouldn't leave my side.
I'd go to her house since she only left hers to go to school. We'd sit and talk and play together.
One day, she took me to her back yard and showed me the makeshift play house her dad had put together for her from several tall branches placed together. The family didn't have much to give but gave with all their hearts. They took in this little darling with equal and gave her a fine upbringing, raising her as their own.
I entered the little 5 x 5 area and she had some home made toy furniture and a few cheep plastic dolls with home made clothes. She was so happy with what little her parents could give her.
We'd be back there for hours just talking and playing. Sometimes, I was the daddy other times the grandpa but it didn't matter to me.
After several months, we had built up quite a friendship and even took walks around town together.
One day, just out of the blue, she asked me to play the daddy with her dolls as her sisters. I went along with her as the lead and we acted out certain scenarios. After several minutes, I asked her about spankings. She had had a few but had never had a pretend one. She was reluctant at first since she came from a home with a drunken father.
I promised I wouldn't hurt her and she finally agreed once I gained her trust.
I showed her how to lay across my lap and did so. I then delivered several "love taps" to her covered bottom and let it go at that.
With the passage of time, I had gained her permission to lift her dress to spank her panties. After the tenth session, I thought I'd make an attempt to lower he nylon panties. I did so slowly and gently to see if she would react, which she didn't. Remember, it took a long time for her to accept me as a friend.
She showed no objection to this and once I lifted her panties and stood her up she told me that she liked that part of the game and wanted to play it like that every time I came over.
Several more months past and she told me she had to get a shot for school. Showing my interest in her, I asked her leading questions about them, which she answered willingly. She told me the shots were in each arm but hurt like crazy since she was quite thin.
I perked up and asked her if she knew that there was a place where the shots would hurt less. Since she wasn't sure, I told her, "in the bottom." She blushed but smiled and I asked her if she wanted me to show her a comparison in the pain of the two sights and she agreed. I took a stick and applied some pressure to her arm and she said, "ouch! That felt like real!" Then I told her to lay on her stomach and I bared her bottom and applied the stick with just as much pressure as I had done in the arm.
Once she was up, I asked which hurt more and she told me it was the one she got in the arm.
In time, we played both games once I introduced her to the play shots as a vital part of playing doctor, she said she loved both the games and agreed to play them when and however I chose. She was so submissive about it all that I never did anything to embarrass her or hurt her in any way.
We shared a very special bond for many years though our games ended once she turned 9 and I was eleven. Before that age, the play area was removed to make room for a garden but we still hung out together for several years. Our walks and talks were very special. We even went for a snack several times. Then, all of a sudden, came the day. We moved far away from that sweet little town I had known all my life. Our paths haven't crossed since. I did run into some of the family who told me she worked at a restaurant two cities away (100 miles). I've been reluctant to see her, not knowing how she would react to seeing me again after so many years. Would she remember our games? Would she, as an adult now, hold any resentment towards me due to those games? Would I ever have the opportunity to see her and talk to her about them?
I have many other stories of my spanking and doctor playing adventures I want to share once the messaging portion of this site opens. Please add me so I can share some very special memories of both these games with you.