As a child, I was spanked -- dress up, panties down, lying on my bed -- by my fiery Latina mother several times. Usually, these punishments were meted out to my brother and me seriatim for offenses we had allegedly committed together. I don't remember feeling excited as he was being punished, just petrified that it was my turn next. .
I do remember a spanking that I had all alone, and that for quite a while I thought might have been the source of the spanking-sexual arousal connection in my brain and body. I had come home from school with a friend named SueAnne, and for some reason, we thought it might be quite fun to step into my closet and show each other our underwear -- I think mine had blue flowers and I thought they were really quite pretty. We flashed each other for some time, but decided that if panties were fun, bare bottoms would be exhilarating. So little by little, we began lowering our panties until we had completely exposed our bottoms and our hairless little pussies, when I heard footsteps, the unmistakable sound of my bedroom door opening and my mother's voice demanding to know what we were doing in there. Our play session was cut short, SueAnne was sent home, and I was directed the few feet from my closet to my bed and ordered to lie down and lift up my dress. I remember initially trying to negotiate my way out -- "OK, I'll lift up my dress, if you promise not to spank me" -- "Lift up your dress" -- "OK, but first promise not to spank me" -- "Lift up your dress, now, or I'll do it for you." Finally, I complied. My mother instantly saw with her own eyes the nature of our little game. My panties were already down around my upper thighs, and she went to work. I remember crying almost immediately as she starting spanking, because it hurt and because I was embarrassed at her discovery of my game.
My father spanked us as well, but not very often, and I think he left at least some clothes on. He was more of an impulsive swatter than a spanker. He had essentially a gentler nature than my mother, and I think that she probably sent him in to do all the spankings he did do. I do remember one time where he spanked both my sister and me for "talking too much at bedtime." By this time, I was 8 or 9 and had resolved never to cry while being spanked, so this one particular time, I simply lay there and made no sound during or after the spanking, a fact he pointed out to my sister, who started crying the minute he touched her.
I don't think either of my parents spanked me after I was 10 or 11, and spanking receded somewhat into the background of my life (although I do remember playing a spanking game with friends in high school where we take turns spanking each other with a paddle -- naturally, the game was my idea).