Over the years I have written about spanking my dates in HS. I would say I spanked every date, but that seems beyond incredible. I can’t say how many girls with any reliability as ADD left me with few complete memories of those years. I barely recall any of their names.
The odd thing to me is that I never planned to spank anyone. The little darlings would push my buttons and I spanked them. Not a one protested. Some of them repeated their behavior to earn another spanking. Looking back I see they were playing me. I wonder if they acted the same with other boys or did I have a sign on me that said “I spank”?
I had never seen anyone spanked nor been spanked OTK, but I found it was a natural position. I spanked on couches and the back seats of cars.
At that time, I did not connect spanking and sex, other than once their panties were down it was seemed reasonable to me that sex might follow. And sometimes it did. I had no clue that spanking a gals bottom would give her a sexual thrill – both mentally and physically. We were not taught that nerves went from the posterior to the sex organs.
My Dad had a 33-foot boat and he would sometimes head down river and dock overnight at a business associates river cabin. The cabin was on a bluff, so it was a long flight of steep stairs from the dock to the cabin. That ensured the adults would not be checking on us down below. Especially after they had had a few drinks. We would sneak a few brews to enjoy on the rear deck of his boat. That section was hidden from their overlooking view.
One time Dad’s friend had his two nieces at the cabin for the weekend. I think they were a year older. We spent the day skiing. I spent a good deal of time gawking at their boobs and bottoms barely covered by their bikinis.
That evening the girls showered and put on short shorts and perfume. I can recall the scent now. We started making out and they both got playfully sassy. Well, you know what happened. Their shorts came down and they got spanked on the dock. We then returned to making out. I would like to say more happened, but it did not. I think it was because I was apprehensive that we would be caught.
I was 19 when I connected spanking and sex and then I also wanted to be spanked. I continued to spank, but now I could occasionally be on the bottom.
Flash forward to just now – The Older Years
I took a break from writing this post. On the way back to my computer I found Bacall bent over in the kitchen. What’s a guy to do? I took down one of our too seldom used spanking spoons that hang in the kitchen and gave her four firm wacks.
Then she wanted me to Feel The Burn, so I bent over and got four and I did ever feel the burn.
Footnote, our spoons are like nothing you have ever seen or felt. They are hand-carved from Arkansas Cherry. A friend had them special made – the spoon side is only slightly dished out, so it fits the curve of the bottom well. They have long handles and are on the tuddy side. I would say they might compare to a long handle bath brush.