My First Self-Spanking

 

I got this as an email and the author was ok with me publishing it.

Great piece!

 


 

There are many people who for various reasons never find a partner willing
to give them the discipline they crave. These people often resort to
spanking themselves. The following true story recalls the first time, at a
young age, that I discovered that with just a little imagination, some
willpower and a strong arm, a self-spanking can be just as fulfilling as the
real thing! Since then I have regularly administered my own punishments
whenever the need arises

Until I began using the internet I used to think I was completely alone in
my desire to thrash my own behind. I have since discovered that there are
many others out there doing exactly the same! If you are a confirmed
self-spanker or interested in the subject of self-spanking I would love to
hear from you. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed recalling
it.

My first self-spanking

I have long forgotten the name of the book now, it was no classic, but just
half a page of very mediocre text set me on a course that has dominated my
life for nearly twenty-five years. The book followed the daily lives of a
group of boys at a British public school in the nineteen fifties. The short
passage that had such an effect on me described in graphic detail the
prolonged slippering of a new boy by his fellow pupils. I had read various
accounts of school punishments carried out by teachers before, all of which
had aroused me to varying degrees, but this was the first time that I had
ever read about a boy being taunted, stripped naked, and held down for a
sustained spanking by boys his own age.

Sitting in the library reading the account for the first time, I could feel
the inevitable stirring in my trousers. Within seconds I was as hard as I
had ever been before. Upon finishing the passage I discretely tore the page
from the book and half ran quickly and uncomfortably to the nearest toilet
to give my little dick the attention it urgently needed. All afternoon I
would stiffen as I reread the text over and over again and pictured the
scene in my mind.

Whenever I had pictured spankings in my mind before, it had always been as
the watcher, but this time was different. However many times I re-ran the
scene in my mind, it was always the same. I was the one naked and degraded.
I was the one having my bare behind blistered while everyone watched and
laughed.

Back home in the privacy of my bedroom, there was only one thought on my
mind.
As my eyes drifted around the room, I saw the perfect solution to my
problem. Two of them in fact.. A pair of heavy rubber soled gym shoes.
Perfect!

WHACK! WHACK!

Test swots on the edge of the bed proved just how effective a weapon the
footwear might be if swung hard enough from the heel.

WHACK!

The sound alone sent shivers through my spine making me wonder why’d
I’d never thought of spanking myself before. I could feel my stiff dick
pressing against my trousers.

“Strip” ordered a booming young voice in my head.

I did as ordered. There was a hushed silence as I slowly stripped right down
to my tight white underpants.

“And the rest!” the same voice demanded as I hesitated.

As a dozen imagined eyes looked on, I slowly slid my underwear to the floor.
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. The humiliation had caused
my previously stiff dick to now shrivel to nothing. One and a half inches
of wrinkled foreskin stuck straight out in front of me like a two-year-old
babies. As I gingerly stepped out of my pants, the sound of laughing and
jeering was echoing around my head.

“look at that!”, “look at his pathetic dick!”, “It’s tiny!”, “Is it a boy or
a girl?”, “Does that baby-dick get any bigger?”, “Let’s make the little girl
squeal!”, “Thrash his arse!”

“Get down on your knees boy!” The booming voice shouted above the din.

I knelt down as ordered and bent over the edge of the bed.

“Spread your legs!. I want to see your balls and arse-hole” the voice was
determined to embarrass me as much as possible. I spread myself wide and
pushed out my buttocks so that my puny equipment dangled for all to see. The
chill air on my most private parts accentuated my nakedness. Even with my
face pushed hard into the bed covers I could still feel and picture all
those gleeful eyes staring at my tight little hole, puny boy-sac and smooth
milky-white buttocks.

“Now to teach you a lesson you won’t forget boy! Are you ready”

“Yes” I whimpered

“Give it to him!” someone called out.

My right arm drew back as far as I could reach.

SMACK!

I brought the plimsoll down as fast and hard as I could

“OOOH!”

A jolt of searing pain ran right through my right buttock, followed by a red
hot tingling sensation that seemed to last for ages.

SMACK!
OOOOOOH!

The second one on my left buttock was even harder. By twisting my torso
ever so slightly, I Had been able to produce a really forceful stinger .

SMACK! SMACK!

I was warming up now and so was my bottom. I could actually
feel my cheeks turning bright red.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I was really getting into it now. I didn’t even need to look to know that
my dick was rock hard again. I could feel it twitching and bouncing wildly
in full view of the imagined group with every strike of the gym shoe. This
really was the ultimate degradation.

“Hey look, he’s got a stiffie! I think he’s enjoying it” a voice called.
“Hit him harder, make him cry” another voice shouted.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The ferocity of the blows noticeably increased “Oooowww!” I groaned to
myself as by bottom paid a high price for my overactive imagination.

“Don’t hit me again!” I pleaded to someone who wasn’t really there.

“Shut up! Boy!” A voice in my head shouted back, as the slipper went on
swinging.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“No! Please!” I begged and sobbed. My behind really burned now and I knew I
wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows came faster and harder. They no longer had the precision
they once had. Instead I swung rapidly and wildly in the general direction
of my poor, blistered behind.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

In my crouched spread position I yelped and cried continuously as I
frantically jerked my bottom up and down and side to side in a futile
attempt to avoid the approaching slipper.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ouch!” I yelped loudly as I struck a particularly sensitive spot at the top
of my thighs. I did it again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Arghhhh! No!” groaned a sob in my voice as my eyes started to leak down my
sweaty face. It was no good. I had to finish. And I had to finish now.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The pain had shrivelled my dick to nothing again. My left slipped down to
work on the
limpness between my legs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My right hand went into overdrive as the plimsoll rained blow after blow on
my defenceless rear.

“Oh my god!” moaned the voice that had once been mine. Fingers yanked
roughly
without pity at my limp dick as I yelped and screamed uncontrollably.

“Shut up!” yelled the voice, striking with the slipper harder and harder
with devastating effect.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I can’t!” I sobbed out loud.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You will.” The voice answered, giving me little choice in the matter.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“It’s too late.” I screamed.

“No it isn’t.” the voice replied. But it was.

As my approaching climax reached the point of no return, the slipper flew
faster and faster, fired by a hand that had lost all control.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oooooohh! Aaaaaargh! Yeeessss!!”

My dick finally exploded in the longest dry boy-orgasm I had ever
experienced.

” Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggh!” I gasped as I collapsed exhausted at the
foot of the bed in a quivering heap. For over an hour I lay naked, unable to
move, savouring the painfully intense but wonderful burning sensation in
my crimson behind.

 

 


I did a quick search on Self Spanking blogs and there are not too many.

 

Here is one of them:

selfspankingblog.wordpress.com

 

… apparently it’s run by an English disciplinarian I contacted her. Maybe she has more insights!

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