I have touched on this a bit in previous posts, I think, but I’d like to expand on it. I knew from an early age that I was a spanko, which isn’t terrible uncommon, but what is uncommon, is how I simply knew I had to find others and do this. When I was 12 (cough), I searched whatever website was available at the time (Ask Jeeves and Amazon both had search engines back then, google did not exist – this was the summer of 2001) for the term “spanking” and was quickly transported to the world born out of the ASS/SSS Usenet groups, Laura’s Spanking Corner, Wintermute’s Site, stories by SamPast, and dozens of others. I knew then, that I wasn’t alone, and this is a unique experience. Knowing so early that there were others like me, that they were doing this, living life with this as a part of theirs, and more important: functioning, happy, actual adults! This blew my mind and gave me hope.
There were two songs that defined my teen years, in terms of yearning for spanking to be part of my life. The Beach Boys “Wouldn’t It be Nice” was the anthem for my first teen spanko crush, a boy my age I stumbled upon on a role-play forum where neither of us should have been. I was 14 and he was 13 when we started chatting. Our parents knew, just not how we met (they thought an online game). He went by Mr. Lloyd back then. It was young love and hope, and I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone else my age into spanking, so the words from The Beach Boys song, Wouldn′t it be nice if we were older? / Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long / And wouldn′t it be nice to live together / In the kind of world where we belong?, brought me comfort then. Because truly, wouldn’t it have been nice? Plenty of teens get to explore their sexuality with their peers before they’re legal adults, and I felt so isolated from that. I finally got to meet him in September 2024, the last of my online friends from back then, I finally met.
Lucky me, I didn’t have to wait long after trying to get my HS boyfriend to spank me at 15 (“You mean like…a birthday spanking?” he asked, confused, “Yeah, sure, my half birthday is next week…” I responded, equally as confused why he didn’t get it). When I was 16, I met another young person online – this one was a bit older – 19, 20 maybe? and lived in the UK. We’ll call him A. A was working but had some time off to use, so he booked a trip to the US. This boggled my American mind, that a young person would just travel to another country for anything, alone. Yes, he was older than me and I was 16, but I had an older brother so I was used to hanging around and dating people in this age range – also, this wasn’t so weird back in 2005. He stayed at a campground near my house, that we had a pool membership at, so we could claim we met there. He booked the campsite next to one that belonged to a close friends family, and she knew why we were meeting, so in my defense – I did try to go about this as safely and sanely as possible (which was not always the case – I met others at 17 that I absolutely should not have).
Our plan on how we met, worked, and my mom absolutely loved him. She was completely smitten with the young Brit who “randomly” chose an obscure and tiny NJ town for his vacation. She loved him so much, she invited him to stay at our house for his second week, to save money on the cabin he booked. For my part, I finally got to experience spanking from someone equally as curious, interested, and importantly, new to it. We figured it out together. So on June 21, 2005, I got my first spanko spanking. It wasn’t about sex, I didn’t have to beg or explain myself to him. He just got it. He was like me.
I was, of course, obsessed with wood hairbrushes even then and I believe he brought one in this case (but not ebony). My first “taste” of it absolutely shocked me. I could not believe how much it hurt when not used by myself. I flew off his lap, quickly slipped the brush into a robe pocket in the closet, and hid behind it. He wasn’t a brute, we talked about it, but he did continue to use it. I believe I also got to feel a belt spanking during this adventure. I had tiny speckled bruises all over my bottom and told my mom/friends that I slid on the gravel on the road walking between the pool and campsite (this had actually happened before so was easily believable).
I loved him. I loved him for his affection, his curiosity, his willingness to talk to me and learn with me. He was safe and incredibly respectful and we’ve kept in touch. He’s now married to a lovely gal who looks very sweet and although I don’t think spanking is part of his life anymore, I am grateful for those weeks we had together. We recently got to reminisce about that first time. So many people I know had really unpleasant or even traumatizing experiences for their first “proper” spanking and although I had a few negative experiences later, I was very lucky that my first was so positive. I will always be glad A and I stumbled upon each other in a chat room one night and he impulsively decided to visit. I am grateful to my friend Katie for seeing me and how important it was, and helping me stay safe.
Edited to Add on 7/22: I spoke with A after he read my post, and his memory is a LOT stronger than mine, but it all jogged my own memory. I am not going to edit the post, but I’ll add the changes here. For a start, he never used a belt, I didn’t want him to. I really thought he had, but it must have been someone else later. We almost got caught, ha! The hairbrush (which he has photos of!) was actually a wood handle with a plastic head, which explains why it stung so much. I now remember the hairbrush well after seeing the photo. He spanked me every single day he was here – that I remembered.
Perhaps I’ll share about the not-so-great experiences I had, another time, but for now, it’s nice to reminisce about the first and how lovely and sweet it was.
-M
