My first thoughts of spanking

[PandaBear]

Yeah that's what my friends and I thought! But the principal was a moron. There were several times when I would rather have just bent over and taken a spanking and gotten it over with!

[stw]

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.

[RG_]

stw,

Just curious. Did they have their own kids, too? If so, did they spank them as well, or did it seem that you were treated differently? Overall, how did you feel about this family? Like them? Not?

[stw]

They did have kids as well, three girls and a boy, all under ten when I was there, but I only remember them spanking the little boy periodically, but not the girls, and I don't think he got it as often as I did. I did not like staying there at all, and I look back on it as a negative experience. It's not so much that they spanked me, but there was no love, and it was obvious that I was NOT one of their kids. I don't think their spankings were all that exceptional; they used the belt from time to time but I was always at least in underwear when I got it, but the reasons for spanking or other punishments (typically being grounded from treats or getting yelled at) seemed inappropriate and almost arbitrary and there was a strong sense of fear and negative energy there. I stayed with a few other foster families while growing up and none of the others were that bad.