In the beginning...
My story is very like many of yours. I am a hard-wired spanko. I don't remember ever not being interested in spanking. I wasn't spanked as a child but had many cousins and friends who were. I found their accounts fascinating and always pressed for information. There were lots of spanking comments and scenes on TV in those days. I would watch them, my face would flush and I hoped no one noticed that they affected me in that way. Any passages from books that dealt with corporal punishment were read and reread. After puberty my reaction became clearly sexual. I spent most of my youth both embarrassed and confused about my reaction to anything spanking related.
My fantasy life became quite colorful during my teen years. I often found myself in a precarious situation or some sort, kidnapped by pirates (or hillbillies), trapped in a mountain cabin with a large lumberjack, stranded on a desert island inhabited by a tribe of fierce spanking natives, forced to live in a large tree house in an unspecified jungle...you get the picture. The thing that tied them together was that I always found myself being unfairly spanked for something. I was always very brave, refusing to give my punisher the satisfaction of bringing me to tears and earning his grudging respect.
All of my spanking adventures remained in the fantasy realm until I met and began an affair with the first of the two men who would influence the rest of my life. I was a senior in college when we met. He was 12 years older, sophisticated and infinitely more experienced. I fell hard and was easily manipulated by him. After graduation, I took a job that he arranged for me 200 miles from home and moved into an apartment across the hall from his. I was very much in love and would have done just about anything he wanted. He had a very sensual nature and considered it his mission in life to provide both of us as many different kinds of sexual experiences as possible.
My lover soon discovered that my bottom is definitely my erogenous zone. Any contact he made with it produced a strong reaction. He logically concluded that I would probably find being spanked an erotic experience. The prospect of spanking me excited him, and he set out to discover if his assessment of my nature was correct. Fortunately for me, he made the effort to learn how to give an erotic spanking. It wasn't about punishment or control. It was about sex. When he was convinced he could do it properly, he set me up, fussing and quarreling until I popped off at him. Then he hauled me over his lap, bared my backside and proceeded to administer my first spanking. I had just turned 22.
Once I got past some initial indignation, I found myself more aroused than I had ever been in my life. That first spanking was the mildest one he ever gave me, but it produced quite a sting and resulted in a red bottom. We had discovered our favorite means of foreplay. Over the next year or so, he spanked me two or three times a week. The spankings themselves became harder, but they remained erotic, often to the point of producing an orgasm. It was a fabulous sexual relationship, but it ended.
I then entered a long period without spanking . . . see A Vanilla Life for the rest of the story.