An Ideal Spanking – Hard but Sexy: Chapter 1 – Setting the Scene

An erotic spanking can be hard, but it must be sexy or where’s the FUN? I’m not sure whether there’s a limit on the number of words in this site’s stories, but to be safe that’s the reason this one is going to be broken into chapters. Also means I don’t have to do all the work at one time – important as you reach my advanced years.It was around age sixteen that I became certain that my bottom was the most fascinating area of my body – one that had found out that a little self-spanking could be quite exciting.  Not to put too fine a point on it, every time I spanked myself to a lovely shade of dark pink I would get a terrific hard on! Then of course, taking the necesssary action to make the hardness go away, quickly became a favoured pastime. Perhaps just a tiny bit of an obsession?I say ‘became certain’  because this was no sudden overnight discovery. Sixteen was the watershed year. The internet showed me for the first time that I was not alone. This was astonishing.  I’d thought myself strange, weird and very very bad.  Because of that, I’d have died of embarrassment güvenilir bahis if anyone – especially my parents – found out about my ‘kink’. It was a locked-away secret and nobody must find out about it. Finding out that there were a lot of people on the ‘net’ who shared my inclinations helped me quite a bit.  But none of my friends ever volunteered an interest, and I certainly couldn’t think of a way to bring it up without opening myself up to ridicule and taunt. Silence was golden.At about this time, we moved from Buckingshire where I had been at a local Grammar School (no corporal punishment) into Putney in London, where I went to a minor Public School, where slipperings and canings were commonplace. The first time a boy was called out to the front of the class for talking to his deskmate during the lesson I was agog. When he was told to bend over I got a sort of nervous excitement – his tightly bent over bottom was right in front of me – wow. The Master went to his desk and brought out a huge black plimsoll.  He gave the boy a couple of light taps, then raised güvenilir bahis siteleri the shoe up level with the top of his head and brought it down with an almighty crack.  Honestly it was as though a gun had been fired – I jumped in my seat. The boy let out a grunt but that was all.  If it’d been me, I guarantee you would have heard a very, very loud cry.  I just couldn’t imagine how much it must have hurt.  He got two more swipes and then returned to his seat completely unconcerned.  I, on the other hand had a raging hard-on!It would have been difficult to get through that school without getting a sore bottom at some stage.  Mine came when I was seventeen.  Obviously smoking was pretty well a hanging offence, but in place of a gallows we had the senior school cane.  I had been a smoker since I was thirteen and although I didn’t smoke many at the time of my caning, I usually had one once we left school in the afternoon.  My friend and I would wait until we were at the bus stop;  maybe a quarter of a mile away, and out of sight of the school.  Then we’d iddaa siteleri light up.  We were so cool, so grown up.  And we thought we were perfectly safe until the fateful day that a Prefect turned up at our stop.  Of course he reported us. The next day I was pretty well shaking in my boots at the thought of what was to come.  My friend, who had vast experience of being caned told me to cheer up. He said it was like a ‘winter warmer’ and would soon be over. This made a caning sound perfectly okay.  Obviously it would hurt a bit, but we were tough young men.  A walk in the park really.  Canings took place starting just after lunch and were carried out by prefects. These were boys only one, perhaps two years older than me.  I mean, I would have loved the job. The fly in the ointment for my caning was that it was the Head Boy who was designated as the caner.  We weren’t friends as such but we did know each other socially.  The idea that I would have to bend over and point my bottom at him to be hit, wasn’t a happy one at all.  First though, came a mind-numbing lecture from the Deputy Head.  I mean, I was getting a bit nervous by then, so I didn’t really hear much – he could’ve saved himself the effort – gone and had a cup of tea or something.  Anyway, suddenly it was over.  He handed over a cane and…