Spanking memory/ The Trigger or the Spark

First, let’s get the boring and administrative  stuff out of the way.  I and all of the guest authors of this blog do not condone the spanking of children.  There may be fictitious regression fiction and or scenes of age play described at times.  We also do not condone the non-consensual hitting or spanking of adults.

Well, now that we have that cleared, up let us move along.  A few days ago, I was having a conversation with a long time friend and fellow spanking enthusiast.  She and I were going over where we thought our spanking interests originated from. Both of us agreed we knew the exact moment when the spark of interest happened.  We both also knew the exact moment when that little spark burst into a flame of desire.  We both grew up as spankos as well.  That flame of desire was very dangerous for both of us. We enjoyed spanking and spanking games from a younger age. We both grew up in households that believed in spanking and we were both very ashamed at a young age about our interests.

After completing this conversation, I reached out to a few other spanko friends online, one of them being a nice young woman named Angel.
Our conversation sparked her to post a memory of an incident that may have helped make her the spanko she is now.  You can read it on her blog

It’s only fair that I return the favor, so here you go:

I don’t remember how old I was. I was too  young to be left alone but sill old enough to know about my interest. My babysitter had her drivers’ license now and I think she was 17. My mom had dropped me off at the pool at the local high school for the daily kids’ swim. After the swim was done, I wrapped myself in my towel and waited for my babysitter to come get me.

She arrived and we got lunch at a McDonald’s drive-thru. She looked over and mentioned she had heard that spankings hurt more on a wet bottom. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. I’d had a crush on my sitter for years.  She lived next door to me and was a stunning young woman. She asked me if I wanted to find out.  I remember saying something to the effect of “I guess” or just shrugging. I don’t remember my full response.

We got our food then pulled around to the parking lot. I remember her asking me if I wanted to wait or find out now.   We got out of the car and went into the McDonald’s. She took me into the solo ladies room and locked the door.  She gave me three swats on my shorts and that was it.  I remember telling her that was nothing.

We went home, had our lunch, and I went back out to play in the sprinklers.  She called me into the house a few hours later and asked if I wanted to try it again.  It was all fun and games.  I remember thinking that my parents were going to come get me soon. She sent me upstairs to go change.  I remember her asking if I wanted another. I giggled and said sure and she put me over her knee and bared my backside.  I remember it did not hurt but my bottom was warm afterwards.

This was not the exact event that sparked it for me but it did play a large part.