Fiction: My History with Spanking (MF/F)

Another little fiction peace. This one is about a girl who's not a "natural spanko", but came to it with a passion, as did I. Hope you enjoy it.

My History with Spanking

Hi! My name is Julie and I'd like to offer my recollections of childhood spankings and the effect they had on me. Perhaps this can inform the modern debate about spanking kids.

This was me in college, quite the little hotty back then (before having three kids) if I do say so myself!

My mom and dad were die-hard spankers all through my childhood and right up to college even, and I was none the worse for wear. I think I turned out fine, if not a little oversexed in college and the early years of my marriage! I'm all settled down now, though, and my husband and I share our values on the disciplining of children. Who would ever have thought I'd be the spanker now?!

I do have to admit, when I was a little girl I was a rambunctious child, always pushing boundaries and testing the limits of my parents' patience. None of my kids are as naughty as I was! As a result, I received my fair share of spankings from both my mom and dad. Each spanking had its own story, its own lesson, and its own unique blend of embarrassment and pain.

My earliest memories of spankings are from when I was six years old. I remember these spankings being more of a light tap than anything else, a gentle reminder that my behavior was not acceptable.

One particular incident I remember was when I decided to paint our living room wall with my watercolors. My mom caught me red-handed (or rather, blue-handed) and after a stern talking to, she put me across her lap and gave me a few light taps on my bottom. I remember feeling more surprised than hurt, and I definitely didn't like the feeling of my paints being taken away.

As I grew older, the spankings became more serious. At ten years old, I was spanked for sneaking out of the house to meet my friends when I was supposed to be grounded.

This time, my dad was the one who caught me. He took me across his lap and pulled down my pants and panties, exposing my bare bottom. The spanking was not that long or hard, but was harder than any I had received before, and the humiliation of being exposed like that made it even worse. I remember crying and promising never to do it again. There was nothing remotely "exciting" for me. It was just misery, but I did learn to better obey my parents after that.

By the time I was twelve, I had learned to push my parents' buttons in new and creative ways. One time, I had lied about doing my homework and instead spent the evening chatting with friends online.

When my mom found out, she was mad at me. She pulled me over her lap, pulled down my pants and panties, and gave me a spanking that left my bottom red and stinging. I remember feeling angry and embarrassed, but also a little scared. This was a spanking I would not forget and I never lied to her again after that.

As a teenager, my rebellious streak only grew stronger, and my spankings continued. Many of my friends were no longer spanked as teens, and I thought it very unfair that I still was.

Despite that, one day I decided to skip school and go shopping with my friends. My parents found out and were beyond angry. My dad took me over his knee, bared my bum, and gave me the hardest spanking I had ever received. I remember crying and begging him to stop, but he didn't until he felt I had learned my lesson. I spent the rest of the day in my room, feeling humiliated and sore.

By the time I was fifteen, the spankings had become less frequent but no less severe. One particular incident stands out in my memory. I had been caught smoking with my friends, a habit I had picked up to seem cool. My mom was the one who caught me, and she was absolutely livid. She used a hairbrush on my bare bum and gave me a spanking that left my bottom red and sore for days. Odd thing was, even at that age I knew she did it for what she thought was my own good (and, objectively, was). I never smoked again after that.

By far the most humiliating spanking I ever received was at a family reunion when I was sixteen. I was swimming and engaging in horseplay with my younger cousins when I pushed my youngest cousin under the water. He almost drowned, and the entire family was horrified. It didn't help that I tried to play it cool and said he was exaggerating and was just a baby. My dad pulled me out of the pool and right there gave me my spanking right in front of everyone. I never thought he would do that!

I remember feeling mortified and ashamed, especially because I was in a one-piece swimsuit and Dad was bound and determined to bare my bum which meant the straps came off my shoulders, the suit came down past my bare breasts (which were pretty developed by then!), and was then peeled down past my tummy and my hips right down to my knees as he held me there squirming and begging by my arm. So literally everybody saw my bare tits and cooch, and then got another eyeful as I went over Dad's knee and had my bare bum spanked red as a tomato while I howled. When he finally stood me back up I had to struggle back into my suit as everyone watched. I got teased forever after that by all my uncles and cousins, and nobody was in any doubt that Julie was still spanked bare bum across her dad's knee at sweet sixteen!

Looking back on my childhood and adolescence, I can see that the spankings I received were not just punishments, but also lessons. They taught me boundaries, respect, and the consequences of my actions. While some of them were certainly humiliating and painful, they also helped shape me into the person I am today. I'm not sure if I would have turned out the same without them.

As I entered college, I was excited for the new experiences and challenges that awaited me. However, I quickly found out that the spankings of my childhood and adolescence were not entirely a thing of the past.

My first year in college was a whirlwind of new friends, academic pressure, and a newfound sense of independence. I was living in a dorm a couple of hours away by car from my hometown. The dorm was coed which meant that I was surrounded by both girls and boys. It was a completely different environment from what I was used to, and I found myself struggling to balance my newfound freedom with the responsibilities of college life.

My mom and dad had access to my online grades portal (they sort of insisted on it) so they knew all my marks as soon as I did. When I got some pretty bad grades on my midterms, I was a bit worried about what my folks would say, and though I hadn't been spanked in over a year, I didn't rule out a spanking next time I was home.

But instead of waiting, my mom texted me that she was driving to my dorm to have a "serious discussion" about my grades.

I was embarrassed and nervous when she arrived at my dorm room. My roommate made herself scarce, closing our door behind her, giving us some privacy.

I just knew what was coming, but I was not prepared for the humiliation of being spanked in my dorm room where literally all my floor could hear it.

Needless to say, it was not much of a "discussion". My mom sat on the edge of my bed, pulled me over her lap, and pulled down my shorts and panties. She then proceeded to give me a spanking with that damned hairbrush. It was so loud! I was sure the sound of each swat echoed through the dorm. I tried to maintain my composure, but that damned hairbrush! Eventually I couldn't hold it in anymore, and cried and begged her to stop, but she was determined to teach me a lesson. Afterwards my friends all said it was a real awkward "holy shit" moment on my floor as everybody heard me being spanked like that.

Mom left right after my spanking, barely saying anything. Words were not required. She had driven two hours in and another two hours back, just to give me a ten minute spanking!

As soon as she left, all my friends came to my room to check if I was okay. My nose was snotty and my eyes were red from my spanking. I told them my grades and told them I deserved it. They insisted on seeing "the damage" and I showed them, feeling a bit "squishy" down there as I did. They were horrified on my behalf and I wound up having to defend my mom and dad.

For the rest of the term I could hear the whispers and giggles as I walked around the college, and I knew that my reputation as the girl who got spanked by her mom in her dorm room was spreading like wildfire. Even some of my profs knew!

And I wasn't exactly low-profile on campus. I did cheer as an extra-curicular. And you know the shorts we wear under our skirts? They're literally called "spankies" 😂. I became quite the "hit".

Every time I told anybody I had to study some night I got those sly grins. The most embarrassing part was they were right. I did not want another spanking for poor grades! Oddly enough, I wasn't really even angry at Mom. She knew I needed a wake up call and took five hours out of her day to deliver it. I really pulled up my socks after that.

But that spanking had another more unexpected effect on my life. The boys on campus were especially interested in my story, and when I fessed up they couldn't help but tease me about my bare bottom wriggling over my mom's knee. To my surprise, I found that I enjoyed the attention, and I became even more popular with the boys after that and got asked out on way more dates.

I soon discovered, to my surprise, that the boys all wanted to spank me as well! I am a bit of a "pleaser" and would often let them. I found it pretty exciting, to be perfectly honest, to be across a hunky guy's lap and feel him peel my panties down for my spanking. Now, my ass was pretty accustomed to spankings, and none of their spankings hurt a fraction of what my real spankings did, but boy it sure did something to me! For some reason, their fingers always seemed to "accidentally" brush across my wet pussy lips and my bumhole!

I had never been remotely sexually turned on by my parental spankings, but these spankings were totally different. I actually felt very "cared for" when being spanked and it gave me warm feelings. When combined with my out-of-control hormones and done by guys I was attracted to in that sexy way , it 'kinda drove me wild. I became known as the girl who was willing to do anything of a sexual nature after a spanking, even (blush!) anal, which was apparently pretty rare.

Word got around that I was a "sure thing" after a spanking, and my reputation as a sexually adventurous girl spread like wildfire. Even the girls in the dorm knew about my reputation, and they would tease me mercilessly about it, especially when the rumours about anal got around (I like anal, so shoot me!).

Some of the girls on my floor even wanted to spank me, and a few did. I found myself becoming their little dorm bitch, always at their beck and call for a spanking or other sexual favours. I licked a lot of pussy with a flaming red bum up in the air!

I can't help but look back on those days fondly. The spankings and sexual adventures I had in college helped me to discover a side of myself that I never knew existed. I learned that I enjoyed being spanked and that it was a powerful form of foreplay for me. As I looked towards the future, I knew that I couldn't imagine ever marrying a man who wouldn't give me a sound spanking when I needed it, and as foreplay for sex.

It was a few years later, during senior year, after I gave up cheer and with some of my more "experimental" days behind me that I met Mark at a math class. He was charming and intelligent and quickly caught my attention.

We started spending more time together, and I found myself falling for him. Mark was kind, understanding, and had a certain air of authority that made my pussy squirm and that I couldn't resist. Apparently Mark was one of the only guys on campus who didn't know all about me, or at least he never let on if he did, and he didn't spank me just to get into my pants, and I kind of liked that at first.

One evening, after a particularly heated argument about something trivial, I decided to test Mark's patience by acting like a brat. I stomped my feet, crossed my arms, and pouted. To my delight, Mark didn't back down. Instead, he calmly told me that my behavior was unacceptable and that I needed to apologize. When I refused, he took me by the hand and led me to a nearby chair and pulled me over his lap. He reminded me of my dad and I felt those old feelings of embarrassment, but also something deep inside me stirred.

He didn't ask permission for any of this, he just lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and proceeded to give me a sound spanking. The sting of his hand on my tender flesh sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself both humiliated and aroused. After the spanking, Mark helped me up and looked me in the eyes. "You're not a little girl anymore, and you need to start acting like an adult," he said firmly. "I won't tolerate this kind of behavior from you." I nodded, tears streaming down my face, and apologized for my actions. From that moment on, I knew Mark was the one for me.

Pretty soon after – like, five minutes after (!) – he found out how turned-on I get from being spanked and he later included that in our foreplay. But he also wouldn't let me get away with any shit, and depending on what I did, his spankings were harder than any I got from dad or mom.

'Natch my parents very much approved of Mark. Once at dinner I got a bit snippy with my mom. Mark shot me such a glance and calmly suggested that I apologize immediately to her. I sure did, and right away! That evening, back at his apartment, I got a spanking, but it would have been much worse had I not immediately obeyed him and apologized contritely to Mom as I did.

After a couple of years he finally proposed. I couldn't have been happier. When we told Mom and Dad, Dad took Mark aside and they had a conversation about my upbringing and what he thought I still needed. Mark was in 100% agreement, and "the torch" was officially passed.

The big day arrived, and as I stood at the altar, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Mark and I exchanged our vows. Mine included the "obey" part and his the "care for" part. After the ceremony, we retreated to our honeymoon suite.

Once we were alone, Mark took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. "You're mine now," he whispered in my ear. "And I'm going to show you just how much I love you." He led me to the bed and gently laid me down. Mark lifted my wedding dress, revealing my white stockings and garter belt. He ran his hands over my thighs, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Then, he pulled me over his lap and began to spank me. The sound of his hand connecting with my bare bottom echoed throughout the room, and I moaned in pleasure. After the spanking, Mark made love to me, and it was the most incredible experience of my life. Wedding night sex is THE BEST! I felt loved, cherished, and completely satisfied. From that moment on, I knew our marriage was going to be full of passion, love, and a healthy dose of discipline.

As I said, I had toned it down from my earlier college nympho days. I eventually shared that wild side of me with Mark and he was pretty amused, which was a relief. He asked me if I still yearned for that. I said I yearned only for him now, but apparently (and correctly) he didn't quite believe it.

For my birthday, Mark surprised me and decided to throw a party and invited all of our college friends. I was excited to see everyone again and catch up on old times. I thought it a bit awkward how many of those guys I had dated and how much cock I had taken and pussy I had eaten from that crowd! As the night progressed, the alcohol flowed freely, and the atmosphere became lively and festive. After dinner, Mark gathered everyone in the living room and announced that it was time for my birthday spanks. I blushed as he explained the tradition: everyone who was willing would give me one spank for every year, plus one to grow on. I had just turned 25, and literally everyone was willing!

"Panties up or panties down?" a girl asked.

"As you please," Mark said. "right, Julie?"

"Yes, sir," I said with a giant blush!

And so, one by one, my friends and former college acquaintances took turns spanking me over their knee. The sting of their hands on my bare bottom was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. Pretty soon my panties were taken away completely and my dress followed, and then even my bra, and then I was butt naked, pixying around the room going from lap to lap.

Some of the more forward boys decided to take things a step further. They spread my legs and made me straddle their thighs, forcing me to grind my wet pussy against them as they gave me my birthday spanks. The sensation was overwhelming, and I found myself moaning and grinding against their legs shamelessly.

The girls from my old dorm were particularly enthusiastic, taking turns spanking me and commenting on how wet my pussy was. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their admiration, knowing that I had been the center of attention for so many of them during our college days.

Finally, one of the girls in a leather skirt and bustier and fishnet stockings decided to take charge. She was one of the girls who used to most domme me in the dorm. I used to have to eat her out sooo much!

Perhaps inspired by the boys before her she also made me straddle her fishnet-stockinged thigh. As she spanked me, I found myself grinding against her leg, the texture of the stockings adding an extra layer of sensation.

As I grinded the boys and girls couldn't help but stare in fascination. Mark told me later what a show I made of myself.

He said my pussy was wide open, glistening with arousal, and the contrast of my soft, pink flesh against the black, textured stockings created an incredibly erotic sight, at least according to him. He said my bumhole was exposed as I arched my back, and my orifices contracted and expanded with each thrust of my hips.

They all saw the muscles in my thighs and butt tense as I ground harder, chasing the pleasure that was building within me. My moans filled the room, and the sound of my wet pussy against her stockings created a symphony of arousal.

As I reached the peak of my climax, my body shuddered, and my mouth opened in a silent scream. My pussy quivered, and a gush of wetness spilled onto her stockings, leaving a damp patch in its wake. My bumhole clenched tightly, and my breasts bounced with each powerful wave of pleasure that coursed through my body.

Mark says the boys especially were mesmerized by the sight, their own arousal growing as they watched me surrender to my orgasm.

My face was flushed with pleasure, my eyes were closed and my lips parted as I gasped for air. My hips continued to move, grinding against her thigh as the last waves of my orgasm washed over me. The boys could see my clit, swollen and engorged, peeking out from between my wet folds, and the sight must have sent a jolt of desire through them.

As I collapsed onto her thigh, panting and spent, Mark says the boys couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. They could see my pussy, still wet and open, begging for more attention. I'm sure they imagined themselves taking me right there, filling my cunt or ass with their hard cocks again and spanking me until I cried out in pleasure and pain.

The room went silent, save for the sound of my ragged breathing and the occasional drip of my arousal onto her stockings. The boys were totally frozen in place, their eyes locked on me. They knew that they would never forget the sight of me grinding over her fishnet-stockinged thigh, my body writhing in pleasure as I came hard, wetting the stockings and leaving them with a memory they will carry with them forever.

Best birthday 'evah!

After that, Mark catered more to my hyper-sexuality, and we became real swingers. We were also a real hit at some of the West-coast spanking parties. Mark, bless his heart, said I outshone all of the spanking models present, but I think he's biased.

After a time I decided I kind of was outgrowing that scene. I didn't think it would be compatible with kids, and I definitely wanted a bushel-full and so did Mark. So, we moved back to my old hometown, with Dad and Mom nearby, and Mark and I fucked with purpose. Did I say wedding night sex was best? No, baby-making sex is even better!

I went off the pill and we abstained during that (whimper!). I tracked all my cycles, Mark "helping" with the daily rectal temps 😂. After sex, he held me up by my ankles and smacked my butt to help out his eager little swimmers!  I don't know how "scientific" that is, but who cares.

As it turned out, we're pretty fertile and I got knocked up what must have been our very first day. Had two more after that and I want a fourth but Mark is 'kinda tuckered out! I don't really mind. Either way is good. 

Mom and Dad are a great help, and they grin now when Momma puts her foot down with the kids and I spank their little bare butts. The apple does not fall far from the tree! "Now you know," they say.

But even Momma still gets spanked from time to time by my handsome hubby, and I still love it. Our activities are a bit constrained with the kids around, but Mom and Dad occasionally take 'em all for a sleepover, which they love, and that lets me and Mark get freaky.

So there you have it, my history with spanking. Spanking was a really huge part of my life, and it still is, and I thank God for it!