I asked my good friend and researcher if he would give an account of his spanking history…

I did not expect such a beautifully written account, read on…

But first, here is a link to his page on my blog, which is growing steadily…


My interest in spanking started at a very early age. I was rarely smacked as a child, although I can vividly remember one incident when my mother held me down over a kitchen stool, pulled my shorts and pants down, and whacked me with an old riding crop. God knows what I had done to deserve such treatment. I really cannot remember the deed, although I certainly remember the punishment! Most of the time I just received a few hand slaps across my bottom or a slap across the face….’a thick ear’. I think I got off lightly compared to my older sister. I think that she was regularly spanked as a younger child. Perhaps my parents found her more of a handful than me? In the 1950s disciplining children with a spanking was generally the norm and few people seemed to question such action then.

Like for many young children of that era, spanking seemed to permeate into childhood play. I can remember at the age of perhaps 5 or 6 playing with two girls, one of my own age and the other (her sister) a little older – perhaps 8 or 9. We often played ‘families’, with the older sister invariably playing the role of ‘mother’. On one such occasion, she decided that ‘her children’ had been very naughty and said that she would spank us. She ordered me to bend over the arm of an armchair. She then proceeded to pull down my shorts and pants, and spanked my bare bottom. I don’t remember this being unpleasant….in fact I remember it as being rather exciting! I subsequently played similar ‘games’ with the younger sister. We would retreat to the seclusion of a bedroom and take it in turns to spank each other. We would lecture each other on some imagined misdemeanour, and then put each other across our laps. Pants/knickers would be pulled down and bottoms got smacked, albeit fairly gently. It seemed so innocent at the time, but it also somehow felt very naughty! I can still picture her lying across my knee and the excitement of lifting the little red tartan skirt she often wore, peeling down her white knickers to reveal her round little bottom ripe for spanking. This probably help to implant my predilection for schoolgirl spanking scenarios in my adult life!

My first recollection of corporal punishment at school was in my primary school at the age of 7 or 8. A boy in my year had committed what the headmistress believed to be a very serious crime – he had been found in the girls’ toilets! For this heinous offence he was caned in front of the whole school at morning assembly across his hands. I remember him trying to withdraw his hand just before she delivered the second stroke. The headmistress roared at him that if he did that again, she would march him off to her study, bend him over her desk, pull down his pants and would cane his bare bottom very hard. The whole school stood there in horrified silence. None of us had witnessed anything quite like this before!

When I was 9, I was sent to a prep school as my mother felt I needed ‘firmer discipline’ and I was unlikely to pass the 11-plus exam to get into the grammar school. The prep school had a very good reputation, but it firmly believed in the use of corporal punishment. The cane and gym shoe were used frequently. I wasn’t ever caned myself, although I often wished that I could have been – boys that were caned were usually ‘looked up to’ by the rest of us, almost as heroes.

I can remember teachers often sent boys out of the classroom if they misbehaved to stand in the corridor, knowing full well that the headmaster often toured the school on the lookout for any such miscreants. If they were found outside a classroom, they would be caned on the spot. We never witnessed such canings, but could clearly hear the swish and thwack of the caning through the door. It was a frightening, but also (perversely) a thrilling experience to hear! When it was finished the miscreant would be sent back into the classroom to apologise, usually in floods of tears. We did, however, often get to see the cane marks later in the communal showers.

Showers were always overseen by one of the young female ‘matrons’ the school employed to look after the boys outside lesson times. I always found this somewhat embarrassing, but also rather exciting to parade myself naked in front of a young lady. God knows what they thought! I remember that they often used chivvy malingerers to get out of the showers with the occasional slap to their buttocks as they ran past her. Fantasies are based on such experiences!

Although canings were delivered in private, teachers often spanked boys publicly with a gym shoe in the classroom. You were told to remove your jacket and bend over to touch your toes and the gym shoe subsequently applied. The most number of ‘whacks’ I can remember being given was 3 for leaving my games kit on the floor of the changing room – one whack per item! The gym shoe stung a lot, even when applied over shorts.

As my obsession with spanking grew from these early beginnings, I grabbed whatever material I could find on the subject. I used to draw small pictures of young ladies being spanked and hid them under a loose floorboard in my bedroom….I hope that they are not still there! I tried spanking myself with an old wooden clothes brush when no one was in the house. I even resorted to looking up spanking words in the dictionary…how sad! Spanking for me is as much a verbal fetish as a physical one.

In the local library I stumbled across a book called ‘The History of the Rod’ by William Cooper. I read it from cover to cover and had it out on loan for weeks. I remember the local museum used to have a birch rod in a display case devoted to ‘life in Victorian times’. I used to visit that exhibit regularly and stare longingly at this instrument described in the book I had read. Clearly by the age of perhaps 11 or 12, I had become a ‘certified spankophile’!

In my early adult life, I had no real ‘spanking experiences’, although I constantly fantasised about being spanked by women, as well as spanking them. I have always been a ‘bottom’ man and appreciate the sight of a well-rounded female backside. I never got to fulfil any of my fantasies at that stage. Finding a girlfriend was difficult enough – not many opportunities in a single-sex boarding school in the 1960s and not many at university …all very frustrating! My only outlet at this stage was reading erotic Victorian and Edwardian spanking novels (e.g. ‘Frank & I’, ‘The Yellow Room’, ‘The Birch in the Boudoir’ etc…) and copies of ‘Janus’, all furtively bought from the ‘top shelf’ of the local newsagent. Unfortunately there was no Internet in those days…. perhaps it was just as well!

It wasn’t until I met my future wife that I was able to partially fulfil my spanking fantasies. It wasn’t long into our relationship that I admitted my ‘kink’ to her. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to put her off, even though she was and still isn’t remotely into spanking herself. However, she understands that it excites me and is therefore happy to ‘indulge’ my kink primarily as the spanker. I am extremely lucky to have such an understanding wife, especially as she has no obvious’kinks’ herself!

We experimented initially with a garden cane and clothes brush to begin with. We even tried a birch rod ‘al fresco’ when on holiday in a remote part of Scotland. However, spanking did not at this stage play a big part in our sexual relationship. We then had children and everything of that nature had to go on hold for years….more frustration! It wasn’t until our children finally went off to university that we were able to pick up where we had left off.

My wife now regularly spanks me – I feel deprived if I don’t get spanked at least once per week. She has become a very proficient spanker, but unfortunately will only permit me to occasionally give her the gentlest of hand spankings. For me, spanking is a form of sexual foreplay, helping to arouse me. The combined acts are a wonderful stress reliever! I can never understand people who say that their spanking fetish has nothing do do with sex, but each to their own!

I have a fairly high pain threshold and like a lot of ‘sting’. My favourite implement is probably the dressage whip – it stings a bit like a cane but doesn’t cause any lasting marks nor rapidly numb your bum. It also makes such a lovely swishy sound! It’s a shame that OTK hand spanking doesn’t provide the necessary sting for me, because it is such a lovely position in which to be spanked. It is more intimate than other forms of CP. It is nice to feel restrained across someone’s knee, particularly across a stocking clad thigh! However, I do have a leather spanking paddle, which can be used OTK and packs a considerable amount of sting, enabling more intimate contact when needed. I also love the sting of a martinet whip, but my wife finds using this rather difficult and often ends up hitting herself by mistake….not something she relishes!

Spanking is an addiction, albeit not a life-threatening one! I rarely go through a day without giving it some thought. It’s probably not helped by so much spanking-related material being readily available on the internet these days. There’s almost too much! I do have many other interests, but spanking ranks as one of the top ones and doesn’t fade with age.