How I Got So Kinky: Part One

I am not sure about how exactly I developed my fetishes, but I long ago stopped worrying about why I have them and just enjoy them.

Pretty much everybody who knows me at all knows about them, so there is no reason for me to be embarrassed about them. So here goes:

First of all (and most importantly), I am really into spanking. This is one of my earliest kinks, going back to grade school. I used to have fantasies about being with other boys and spanking them and being spanked by them.

When I was about seven or eight, some of the boys I went to school with played a spanking game at recess. It was a tag game, only when you got tagged, you were taken to the "spanking stump", where whoever was "It" sat down on the stump, pulled you over his knees and gave you a spanking. This was a lot of fun until one of the teachers found out and stopped it.

Of course, I have written about my experiences with my friend's big brother, who used to spank me a lot when I was at their house; I really got of on that.

When I was 13 or so, I had a friend named Michael,who lived in the next block. Sometimes I would visit and wee would wrestle. It was my idea to Include a penalty for the loser (you can guess what THAT was!). We wrestled in briefs and socks, and got spanked in our briefs, which turned us both on. There was no sex between us, but we.did jack off together sometimes. I loved watching him whack off. Sometimes, we would race to see who came first. I usually lost the wrestling and won the race.

When I was 17, I had a boyfriend who was really cool. I adored him. He was a couple of years older and knew his way around. I desperately wanted him to spank me.but I was afraid he would think I was a freak.

I decided that the best way to do it was to annoy him until he did it, so one week-end I set out to be a total bitch and every time he complained, I said:"What are you gonna do about it? Spank me?"

Eventually, he got so exasperated with me that he told me he WAS going to spank me. When we got back to his.apartment, he sat down on the couch, pulled me over his lap and spanked me on the seat of my jeans.

I stood up and laughed and told him it didn't hurt, so.he pulled my jeans down and s6panged me harder. Then, he pulled my blue bikinis down and spanked my bare bottom until it was burning. When I stood up, my cock was sticking straight out. He said, You really get off on this stuff, don't you?" I said yeah, and we went into the bedroom and I let him fuck my butt good and hard.

Later on, he asked me: "If you really like getting spanked, why didn't you just ask me to?"

"Well," I said. "I didn't want you to think I was weird."

"Carl," he said, with a grin. "You were weird before I even knew about the spanking thing!" After that, all I had to do to get one was just act snotty. He would look at me sternly and say: "You're going to get it when we get home!" When he said it, I often got hard then and there.


I had another boyfriend later on who really got into it with me. We'll call him David (not his real name). I had known him for a few years. He was about seven years younger than I was, and he was thirteen when I first met him. He was tall and slender, with blue eyes and copper-coloured hair down to his shoulders. He had the hottest little bubble butt. I was turned on by him when I first met him, and we became good friends. He was bright and friendly and outgoing and we hit it off as friends right away. He used to visit all the time and hang out with me. We would talk about all kinds of things and we played chess a lot.

I didn't see David for several years, as he had moved away. I wound up renting a basement room from his sister, Elaine. I was working at a restaurant nearby. One afternoon, I got back home and was surprised to learn that David was there. He moved into a room on the second floor. We wound up spending a lot of time together. He was 17 then.

One night, he was hanging out in my room and we were playing chess and watching television. He was wearing a pair of light nylon running shorts and t-shirt. He really looked hot in the shorts. He asked me if I would give him a back-rub (I did this frequently, and he really enjoyed it). He slipped his shirt off and I straddled his hips and gave him an intense back rub, made even more intense by the fact that we were just a bit toasted. My crotch rubbed against his hard little butt, and I got a boner in my jeans.

I got off of David and told him to roll over. He giggled.

"I can't," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

""'Cause," he said, giggling again. I prodded him in the ribs.

"Roll over right now!" I said. He laughed and rolled onto his back. He had a real boner, and it was all too obvious in his flimsy shorts.

Well, we wound up having sex and he wound up telling me that he had been crazy about me since he was thirteen! He wound up moving in with me in my basement flat and we became boyfriends.

One night, we were playing chess. I had desperately wanted to spank him for some time, but didn't know how to bring it up. I finally suggested that we play a game where the winner would pay a penalty. We were both a bit toasty and feeling good, and he said "Okay, what penalty?"

Well, of course, I said that the winner would get to put the loser over his lap and give him a good spanking. He laughed at this.

"What's the matter?" I said. "Afraid you'll lose?"

He agreed, and we played a game and I won. I sat down on the corner of the bed and motioned him over. He thought the whole thing was really funny. He couldn't stop laughing. I pulled him over my lap and started spanking him on the seat of his jeans. He kept giggling, and said, "Ow" a few times. Then I told him to pull his jeans down. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, still laughing.

I pulled him back over my lap. He was wearing a pair of tight white nylon bikini briefs that I had bought for him, and I spanked him pretty hard, and he said "Ow" a few more times and his legs kicked. Then I pulled his briefs down.

"Oh, no!" He exclaimed. He was still giggling. This time I really spanked him hard, until he was writhing in my lap and saying "Ow" a lot more and with more emphasis. I finally let him go when his bottom was really red. He stood up, rubbing his behind, with a big grin on his face and a big boner.

"You just wait," he said. "It'll be your turn next!"

We played two more games. David lost the first one and I spanked him again.

"Ow," he exclaimed afterwards. "My butt is sore!"

The next game, he won and it was my turn over his lap.

"Now, I'm going to get even!" he said. He gave me a good, hard spanking after that. The more I complained, the harder he spanked, until my butt was as red as his had been.He definitely got his revenge!

I stood up, rubbing my red-hot butt. He got a good laugh out of that.

"Damn, your butt is red!" He said over and over.

After that, we played a lot more spanking games. Sometimes we would wrestle or play some card or board game, with the winner getting to spank the loser. Sometimes, he would grab me by the back of the neck, in public, and whisper in my ear: "You've been bad. You're getting a spanking!" Sometimes, I did the same to him. Of course, the spankee always protested and yelped and squirmed while getting spanked. That made it a lot more fun.

One afternoon, David had told me several times that I was going to "get it" when we got home. When we did, he surprised me by pulling his belt out of the loops. I got a really intense spanking with the belt. We started experimenting with different implements.

I don't know where, but David got hold of a school cane somewhere, and we both had striped bottoms before the night was over. I bought a ping-pong paddle and removed the rubber bits and sanded it smooth. That became one of our favourite weapons: it stung like hell and didn't bruise. Spanking became a major part of our sex play.

One night, we were at a party at a friend's flat. There were about twenty or more guys there, and it was a really fun party. Both of us were feeling good. I started doing little things to annoy David, and he glared at me a couple of times.

"If you don't behave," he said, sternly. "I'll take you in the bedroom and blister your butt good!" I thought he was just kidding around until he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to where the host was standing.

"Excuse me," he said to Tom, who was throwing the party. "Could we borrow your bedroom for a few minutes? I have to talk to Carl in private." Tom said "sure", and then David dragged me into the back bedroom, where he proceeded to pull my jeans down and give me a good, hard fifteen-minute spanking with his belt on my bare bottom!

When we rejoined the party, my butt was really sore. I was rubbing my sore rear end and Tom came over.

"Well," he said, amused. "Somebody must have been a bad boy tonight!" At this, several people laughed, and I felt my face get hot, but nowhere near as hot as my wounded bottom. It was kind of a turn on, knowing that everybody had heard me being punished. It got me really aroused.

We decided to take a trip out of town for my birthday, so we got a hotel room in the East End and went out to do all the gay bars in town. I was definitely feeling no pain when I announced to David that I was going to see how many birthday spankings I could get in one night. So, every bar we went into, I announced: "My name is Carl and this is my twenty-fifth birthday. Who wants to give me a birthday spanking?"

At twenty-five, I was actually pretty hot. I got a lot of takers. Two guys spanked me bent over a pool table in one place, while onlookers counted the spanks out loud.

The last place we went in was kind of a leather bar. David wasn't so sure about it, but I said it was no problem. We went in. There were a lot of guys wearing leather and chains and biker stuff. So, I made my announcement, and a fat guy at the end of the bar with a high-pitched, squeaky voice volunteered his services. He sat on a stool and motioned me over.

"Pull your jeans down," he said, and I did. He pulled me across his lap. I was wearing a tight nylon bikini, and it didn't do much to soften the blows! He had a huge hand: it covered both cheeks at the same time. I had no idea the guy could spank as hard as he did, but after about six, I was twisting and yelling, while he gave me one of the hardest spankings I had ever gotten in my life! When he finally let me go, my butt was burning! David was convulsed with laughter. We left to go somewhere else, me limping a little and rubbing my bottom.

"You've only got yourself to blame," he said. "What were you thinking, walking into a leather bar and asking for a spanking? You are really daft!"

"I am really sore," I said. "I think that's the last spanking for me tonight." The last one made thirteen. I had to abandon my goal of getting twenty-five birthday spankings in one night. My poor little butt couldn't take any more.

"Nope," David said, slapping me on the butt. "You've still got one more, at home!"

"Oh, no!" I exclaimed, and I meant it. I never forgot the night of my twenty-fifth birthday.