I have loved spanking all my life! I was about 8 when I first realized how very much I liked to focus my active imaginative on spanking daydreams & elaborate fantasies. The fodder for my vivid young imagination was childhood games & curiosity about what a "real" spanking would actually be like. My parents were "one swatters", & no other adult had done more than threaten me with a spanking, so I had no negative experiences to shake my building belief that spankings were the most wonderful things in the world.

I only wanted to be the spankee until puberty, then things changed. As I matured sexually, & depending on my mood, I began to imagine myself as a stern spanker too, but only of other females my age & younger. Naturally, I figured out that my feelings were unusual & best keep secret, so I had no reason to change my mind or fantasies as my formative years passed behind me. I didn't know the term at the time, but I was already, & would always be, an "old-fashioned spanking devotee."

The only thrilling spanking episodes in my life prior to finding the spanking society happened when I was 15, & baby-sitting for one particular family. There were 2 kids for me to watch, both girls, aged 8 & 12. I got along great with the 8 year-old, but the 12 year-old resented the fact that I wasn't much bigger or older than her. She was hostile from the first, & went out of her way to make the hours I spent in her house as miserable as possible. It was so bad that on my third night there, I decided it wasn't worth the hourly wage & told the mother I wasn't interested in sitting for them again when the parents got home. When I told her why, she said the same thing had happened before, but it was not going to happen again, & she would prove it to me. With that, she stormed off to her daughter's room & dragged her back into the living room.

The girl lied & denied everything I & her mother accused her of, then, to my amazement, the mother sat down & hauled her daughter over her knee. I watched in amazement as she bared the girl's little bottom, & then began to slap the chubby cheeks until they were a bright red. The kid's arrogance disappeared almost immediately, & in no time she was crying fitfully & pleading with her mother to stop spanking her. The scene was so like my fantasies that I felt drugged or drunk, & more aroused than I ever had when I'd conjure spanking visions in the privacy of my imagination. The mother spanked hard & fast, so the spanking probably lasted less than 90 seconds, but it was an eternal moment to me. I knew I would never forget a second of it, & I also knew that I had been gifted with the basis for private fantasies that would be better than ever.

I'm sure I looked as bewildered as I felt when the mother stopped spanking her crying kid & looked over at me, but she didn't seem to care. She just held her squirming daughter over her lap & explained that she had been warned when the last baby-sitter had quit, chosen to defy the threat, & just been given the first part of her reward for her disobedience. She then said that if I wouldn't mind, I could give her the second part of her promised punishment by completing the spanking myself. I was stunned, but not so much that I was about to decline the offer. The girl had been a royal pain, & spanking her myself would not only be right, it would fulfill fantasies I'd had for most of my young life.

What followed was a defining moment in my life. At the mother's urging, & despite tearful, pitiful protests from the girl, we exchanged seats. I will never forget the feel of that girl over my lap. I'll never forget the sight of her bare, goose-fleshed, red bottom, or the feel of it in my hands. I'll never forget the power I felt as I spanked her until she was begging me for mercy & promising to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it.

Of course, I sat for the girls again many times after that night. I had to! The power to spank the girl again if she repeated her misbehavior was given to me by the mother, & I couldn't think of anything better. Unfortunately for me, fortunately for her, the first spanking was enough to straighten her out, & she never gave me reason to do more than remind her that I would & could spank her if she got out of line. Being able to threaten was great fun for me, but not having a reason to relive my one spanking experience was frustrating, too. I wanted to spank both girls more than ever, & I fantasized about the mother spanking me too, but it didn't happen.

I got a regular job when I turned 16 &, with that, closed the one & only chapter in my actual spanking-life history.