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I was probably six when I first began to fantasize about getting spanked largely because I was addicted to the intense warmth that follows a good spanking. I was living with a foster family that was spanking me at least once or twice a week, often with the belt, and I don't remember enjoying any of that while t was happening, and I lived in constant fear of getting spanked. But when I lay in bed at night (sometimes with a very warm bottom from a recent spanking) I would fantasize about getting spanked some more, especially in a yellow pair of shorts that I had and I would imagine that my butt would get so warm that I had to sit in the snow to cool it. I left that family after a year and the spankings dropped off. After a while I remember giving myself spankings with a plastic bowling pin on occasion, but self spankings were never all that satisfying.