Author: Jack Crawford
Title: How It All Began
Summary: The Author recounts how he was introduced to spanking at age 14
by a neighbor lady who not only spanked, but teased him sexually.
Keywords: dom, FM, humil, fd, spank, exhib
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010

   Hormones in overdrive when I was 14 years old pushed me into the wild,
wacky, wonderful world of erotic spanking.  Notice the special designation
of "erotic" spanking.  As a child, my parents regularly punished me, my
brother, and sisters with spankings.  Mom always used her hand, but when we
were too big for her to be effective, Dad took over with his belt.  Neither
parent was ever cruel, or excessively harsh, but they got their point
across and we paid attention.

   The parental spankings were not, and are not, a source of fascination or
interest to me.  They were simply my parents' way of meting the
responsibility of raising their children to be responsible, law abiding,
adults.

   My encounter with Mrs.  Sebring was another matter entirely.  It set the
stage for my later fascination with spankings, particularly for the
spanking ritual itself.  No matter how effective the actual swats may be, a
spanking is not a good spanking to me, unless it contains all of the
ritualistic elements associated with this first erotic spanking.  Oh, it
hurt like hell and it did not lead to sex, per se, but it was wildly erotic
none the less.

   When I was 14, we lived in Arizona and the big vacation attraction was
to go to Disneyland and that is what the Sebring family had planned.  They
lived only two doors down from us, and asked me to take care of their yard
and to feed and walk their dog.  This was an easy job for a few quick
dollars and nothing could have been simpler or easier.  There were,
however, two big mistakes that happened after they left in the family car
for Disneyland.

   Mistake #1 was that the Sebrings gave me a key to their home so that I
could adequately care or their dog.  I would start the sprinkler at one end
of the yard, put the leash on the dog, take him for a walk, move the
sprinkler to another area, feed the dog and wait to move the sprinkler
again.  Waiting to move the water was boring and my youthful curiosity came
to the fore.  Having free access to the house, I began to snoop around.

   Mrs.  Sebring was a pretty attractive woman, about 33 or 34 years old,
"ancient" to a 14 year old, but having been a dancer before she got
married, she still had a dancer's body.  And, I noticed it.  Eventually,
actually pretty damn quickly, my snooping took me to the master bedroom
where I rummaged through the closet and Mrs.  Sebring's underwear drawer.
There were some pretty exciting things in that drawer that were terribly
soft and silky.  But, then I hit the jackpot.

   Deep in a bottom drawer, under a tangled mass of lingerie was a gold
cardboard box.  In it were photographs of Mrs.  Sebring in various states
of undress ...  most of which were completely and utterly naked.  What a
find!  I would feed and walk the dog three or four times a day after that
discovery, just to make a beeline for the bedroom and those pictures.  You
can imagine that it didn't take long for a 14 year old boy to have those
photos spread out all across the bed and begin playing with myself.

   But, I mentioned two mistakes.  The second one came as a result of a
Sebring family crisis.  Some Aunt in Ohio died just before the Sebrings
left for California and Mrs.  Sebring did not make the trip with the
family. She went instead to the funeral in Ohio and then returned to
Arizona.  Not having a car (it, of course, was in California) she returned
home by taxi.  Not knowing she had returned, I went through the usual
ritual of taking care of the dog and the lawn, then having fun in the
bedroom with those wonderfully naughty photos.

   Mrs.  Sebring apparently did not hear me enter the house and was in the
bathroom drying off after a shower.  I had not heard the shower running and
still did not know she was home when I snatched the gold photo box and
spread out the pictures across the bedspread.  My cutoffs and undershorts
were down around my ankles and I was furiously pumping my organ (it would
not be quite accurate to refer to it as my "manhood".) Mrs.  Sebring opened
the bathroom door and entered the bedroom stark naked.

   To this day, I am not certain who was the most startled.  Like deer
mesmerized by the headlights of an onrushing car, we both stood frozen,
staring at each other in our nakedness.  She suddenly retreated to the
bathroom to cover herself with a towel as I rushed to pull up my pants and
run.  She caught up with me as I was trying to make my escape through the
kitchen door.

   "Jackie!" she yelled, "Don't you dare leave this house!" She was
incredibly angry and the edge in her voice caused me to shiver
involuntarily.  I stopped and slowly turned, but she roughly grabbed my
upper arm and marched me back to the bedroom.  Pushing me towards the bed
she demand, "Just what in the hell is THIS!?!"

   I stuttered and stammered, unable to speak not only knowing that I was
caught red handed, but because she stood in a threatening pose, hands on
her hips, but clad only in a damp towel that she had hastily used to cover
herself.  I didn't know where to look - certainly not at the damning photos
on the bed and as much as I wanted to glimpse a peek at "the real thing"
standing so close to me, I could not muster the courage.  Sensing this, she
put her index finger under my chin and raised my head so I had to look her
in the eyes.  What I saw was steaming rage.

   "Well?" she demanded, "Can't you explain this horrid behavior?" I shook
my head very weakly as tears began to well.  I had never felt, and have
never felt to this day, as guilty as I did at that moment.  All I could do
was whisper out a choked "I'm sorry."

   "We'll see how sorry you are young man," she fumed, "after I tell your
parents about how I found you in this room!" My eyes opened wide and the
tears really started to flow.  This was too humiliating to truly
comprehend. "You pick up this room this instant, and put everything back
into its place.  I am certain you remember where you took everything from!"
She turned and began to pull clothes from the dresser drawers.  "I am going
to get dressed so we can discuss your behavior with your parents, Jackie.
This room had better be put back into order when I come back in!"

   She stormed back into the bathroom to change and I hurried to pick up
the pictures and to put them back.  Tell my parents?  They would kill me! I
started to panic all over again.  If they found out, I would be soundly
punished, but worse than that, my sister would find out and eventually know
why I was getting spanked.  Then all her friends would know, then the
entire city.  Everyone would know I was jerking off in the neighbor's house
and got spanked for it.

   Having put the room back in order, I stood outside the bathroom door,
found my voice and although it was rather weak, tried to apologize.  "Mrs.
Sebring, I really am sorry.  I just got carried away.  I know it was bad to
go snooping through your things and I am sorry." Choking back another rush
of humiliation and tears I pleaded with her, "Please, Mrs.  Sebring, please
don't tell my parents.  I'll make it up to you!  I took care of the yard
real good and your dog has been well cared for ...  you don't have to pay
me!  Please don't tell anyone."

   I was startled as the door opened and she stood glaring at me, still
highly incensed.  "Please!!" I pleaded again, "Please don't say anything!"
And the tears began to well again.

   Somewhat calm now, Mrs.  Sebring stepped back into the bedroom. 
"Jackie, you abused the responsibility I gave you, and you invaded my
privacy.  You rummaged through my drawers and lord knows what else, "I
tried to interrupt to tell her I did not go through anything else, but she
held her hand up and glared at me.  "Don't try to deny it, because I won't
believe you.  I have no reason to believe you." I simply hung my head in
shame, knowing full well I was doomed.

   "On top of all that, you treat my home like a private peep show, spying
on me," her furious glare stopped cold another attempted protest from me,
"Seeing me naked.  NAKED!  And, of course there is the matter of YOU
standing here in my bedroom, exposed and masturbating.  Playing with
yourself while looking at me naked!" The furious rage had returned.  "And
now, you want me to forget the whole thing!"

   "NO!" I protested urgently, "I told you I would make it up to you! 
Please just don't tell my parents ...  they'll kill me." Begging had never
been a strong suit for me, but I was highly motivated at that moment.  More
quietly, I pleaded again, "Please just keep this between us.  I will do
chores for you, whatever you want!  I really, REALLY, am sorry.  It'll
never happen again." I almost sank to my knees pleading with her, "Please
don't tell my parents."

   Mrs.  Sebring let me stew for a few minutes as she contemplated her
options.  Looking back on it, she must have been considering the
possibility of my telling someone else about the particular pictures I had
seen.  I fidgeted from foot to foot, hoping that she would let me go, then
knowing that she wouldn't.  Praying that she would say nothing to my
parents, then knowing certainly that she would.  My hopes and fears caused
both guilt and shame to crest higher with every recurrence of the cycle.

   She now regarded me closely, using her finger to once again raise my
face to look my in the eyes.  "Jackie, you know you have been very bad. 
Wicked, in fact, and you deserve to be punished.  You know that don't you?"

   "Yes ma'am," I answered, "But, please can't we leave my parents out of
this?" She nodded slowly.  "Perhaps," she answered pensively, "but that
depends on you.  First, I will agree to keep this between the two of us
only on your acceptance of two conditions."

   "Okay!" I readily agreed, "whatever you say." I was beginning to have
real hope, I was going to get out of this!

   "Not so fast, young man!" Her admonishment continued, "you don't know
the conditions.  First, you have to keep your mouth shut.  You tell no one
what has or will happen and I will tell no one.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, of course!  It is too embarrassing to tell anyone," I promised.

   "Very well," she agreed, "But know that if I even suspect that you are
thinking of saying a word about anything to anyone, you will be in deep,
deep trouble." I nodded my understanding as she continued.  "Then there is
the little matter of being punished."

   Alarms went off in my mind, "Punished?" I asked, "I thought you said you
wouldn't tell anyone?"

   "I did, but you yourself said you knew what you did was wrong and I know
it is a fact that your parents would tan your hide good if they found out
about your behavior." She paused letting that remark sink in.  How does she
know I get spanked by Mom and Dad, I wondered?  "You can't get off scott
free.  Your behavior warrants a sound spanking and you may choose whether
your parents take care of that need or if I do.  You may make that choice."

   A million things raced through my mind, but two dominant thoughts
surfaced.  One, my mother did not spank nearly as hard as my dad, so
therefor, Mrs.  Sebring could not spank as hard as he does.  Two, the
humiliation and embarrassment would be too much to take if they found out.
My sister would find out, then blab it all over town.  There was only one
choice and as difficult as it was to say aloud, it didn't take long to make
the decision.  "Mrs.  Sebring, please keep this between us.  I'll take my
punishment from you."

   I should have known that it would not be so easy.  She began an
interrogation, to get me to ask for my punishment.  What she forced me to
ask was mortifying in its own right.  "Jackie, how should you be punished?"

   I felt my face flush hotly as I stammered out, "That's up to you, Mrs.
Sebring." "No, it is not entirely up to me, young man." Her finger kept my
chin pointing up so that I had to look directly at her.  "You will tell me
how you deserve to be punished or I will let your parents decide."

   Stammering, I answered, "Y - Y- You should spank me, Mrs.  Sebring." She
waited patiently for me to continue.  "Uh, just like my mom would." Her
eyebrow arched inquisitively, demanding a more detailed explanation.  "Y -
You should spank me on my b-b-bare b-bottom."

   "Ask me to spank you," she demanded, "and you had better be very
specific, because I am tired of playing games with you."

   In my most humble voice I urged this woman to soundly punish me.  At
once I was relieved that my parents would not be informed, was humiliated
at having to ask for a juvenile punishment, and was also excited by the
proximity of this woman who I had seen naked in both pictures and in
person! Her long dancer's legs beckoned to me as they emerged from the
khaki short shorts that she was fond of wearing.  "Mrs.Sebring, I am very
sorry for what I did.  P-P-Please spank me on the b-bare b-b-bottom until
it is red and sore and I'll remember what I did when I sit down."
Fortunately, I could still remember the basic phrase my mother used just
prior to spanking me.  It seemed to please Mrs.  Sebring.  "Very well,
Jackie," she said as she let my chin fall to my chest.  "Understand that
you have earned a very sound spanking and that you will receive one." Yet
again, she grasped my upper arm and propelled me from the bedroom.  She
whisked me down the hall, through the family room and into the kitchen. 
There, she locked the back door and ordered me out of my cutoffs.

   "But, Mrs.  Sebring, somebody might see," I complained.  There were cafe
curtains only in the kitchen and anyone walking up to the carport could see
directly into the kitchen.

   "Then you better be quick about it before some does come up and I ask
them to help me spank you." Her firm voice indicated a strong resolve as
she stood with her arms crossed, impatiently waiting for me to comply.  The
determination in her face wilted my concerns and I removed my sandals and
dropped my cutoffs.  I was now standing before her in her kitchen in just a
Tee shirt and my undershorts.

   Pulling a chair out from the breakfast table, Mrs.  Sebring placed her
left foot on the seat of the chair and dragged me up and over her left
thigh as she announced, "Young man, it's bottoms up time!".  My toes could
barely touch the floor as I balanced precariously over her thigh and
grasped the back of the chair for stability.  I had not yet arranged a
stable position when she suddenly let loose a flurry of stinging spanks
alternately targeted at either bottom cheek.  20 or so swats quickly warmed
my upraised behind and I managed to take them with good grace.

   She paused and began the inevitable lecture.  "This spanking is for
abusing the responsibility I gave you by giving you the keys to the house.
You had absolutely no need to wander about my home!  You sorely deserve
what you are about to get, young man, and I want you to think about your
irresponsible behavior as I spank some sense into your backside!" So
saying, she seized the bottom of my shorts and yanked them up between my
ass cheeks, giving me the wedgie of all time.

   My bottom, still perilously poised atop her leg, was now effectively
bared, but with my underwear pulled snugly between my cheeks I felt,
somehow, more exposed than if my lower half was totally bared.  Mrs. 
Sebring's hand began a quick, furious pace of spanks, similar to the first
dose, but by smacking bare skin the sharpness of the spanks seemed
increased five fold.  Not only did the spanks hurt more, but they were
incredibly louder.  I wriggled as much as I could without much leverage,
but it did little to ease the sharpness of the swats and she did not seem
to notice.  Could she be looking for a reaction to her spanking?  "OW! 
OUCH!!" I cried out.  "Please stop, Mrs.  Sebring, you're really hurting
me!" "That's the point, young man," she answered with another flurry of
stinging swats.

   "Please stop!" My begging continued, "Someone could come by and see me
like this.  Please give me a break!" She didn't stop and my anxiety over
being so visible from the kitchen soared.  Suddenly she stopped, pushed me
off my roost and, I was really beginning to hate this, grasped my upper arm
and marched me into the family room ordering me to stand with my nose in
the corner.

   "Keep your hands by your side, Jackie, no rubbing!" she warned, "Or
we'll go back into the kitchen and I'll spank you until somebody does show
up to witness your spanking." I stood stock still with my nose firmly
pressed into the corner.  I could feel the cool breeze of the air
conditioner against my recently inflamed bottom skin.  "You know what that
spanking was for," she reminded me.  "Your next spanking ..." Next
spanking? "...  will be for your wicked behavior in my bedroom.  Honestly!
How can a boy just start snooping around a neighbors most private room,
through her drawers and THEN have the gall to stand at my bedside and
MASTURBATE!"

   That terribly guilty feeling rose once again and I began to feel as if I
truly deserved the spanking I had just received.  I felt awful.  She added,
"I am going to check the condition of my bedspread.  You had better hope
you cleaned up your little messes.  I can only imagine how many times you
did that dirty, little act.  You better hope and pray that you were at
least neat about that mess!" One saving grace for Jack, I thought.  Every
time I had pulled out the photos and my own private part, I had the sense
to bring in a couple of paper towels to avoid soiling the bed.

   "While I am gone, you had better not move a muscle." Mrs.  Sebring
continued her lecture, the outrage in her voice cutting me to the core,
"You had better be thinking about the wicked acts that have warranted your
next spanking." She left the room and I was alone in the corner for
probably 10 or 15 minutes before she returned.

   Unfortunately, I could not keep my mind from wandering.  I thought of
the nude pictures of Mrs.  Sebring, seeing her actually and totally naked,
the proximity of her naked thigh as she spanked me, even the spanking she
gave me turned into a more sensuous stroking of my exposed bottom flesh.  I
say unfortunately, because it, quite naturally, created a certain
excitement that began to press into the corner just as my nose was.  Then,
Mrs.  Sebring broke my reverie by clenching my upper arm yet again (I was
really beginning to hate that!), yanking me from the corner and escorted me
over to the sofa.

   "Remove your shorts, Jackie," was her simple command as she sat down on
the sofa.

   Of course, in my current state of arousal, I did not want to do any such
thing, not that my arousal couldn't be noted through my shorts, but my face
colored and my hands refused to move.  As I hesitated, she crossed her arms
and gave me a withering look that convinced me to comply and stop stalling.
I turned away from her and lowered my shorts, kicking them away from my
ankles.  "Turn around, Jackie." I shuddered in shame as I slowly turned to
face her, my hands desperately trying to cover my excitement.

   "Hands to your side, Jackie," she commanded, "You saw mine, now I am
going to see yours." My face flushed even more hotly as I lowered my hands
and results of my wandering imagination sprang into full view.  I stared at
the ceiling, unable to look at her or down towards the floor where I would
see the source of my degradation.  She chuckled and added, "I guess you
were thinking about your misdeeds.  Well," she laughed again, "I guess it
is only natural that you would have that reaction, but I know just how to
take care of that!"

   Standing, she grabbed my arm and marched me into her bedroom.  "Lie down
on the bed," she ordered.  I was only too happy to comply, laying on the
bed face down hid my embarrassing condition.  She pulled out a pair of
pillows and made me place them under my hips so that my bottom was thrust
up and more accessible to the punishment she was about to inflict.  She
closed the bedroom door and that's when I noticed the leather strap that
was hanging from a hook on the back of the door.

   My eyes widened at the sight of the strap.  I had heard from her son,
Glen, about how awful that strap was when it was used on him.  Noticing my
reaction, Mrs Sebring said, "When Glen is very naughty I have to use this
strap on him in much the same manner you are going to get it.  He hates it,
but it works wonders with his attitude and I am certain it will be
effective with you, too." She laid the wide leather strap in front of my
face so that I could see it and even smell the leather.

   I heard her open a dresser drawer, then close it.  Propping myself up on
my elbows, I turned to peek at what she was doing when she placed in front
of me the gold cardboard box that contained those wonderful pictures of
her. She shook the box, teasing me with its contents, then she did the
unexpected.  She spilled the contents onto the bed in front of my face. 
The photos were scattered about in front of me, her lewdly posed images
staring back at me confirming my shame.  Involuntarily, I ground my pelvis
into the pillows.

   "Okay, Jackie, I want to be certain you understand why you are being
spanked, so this is what we are going to do." Her voice, in fact her whole
temperament, had slightly changed from one of severe indignation to slight
amusement.  "I want you to neatly stack those photos and look at the top
picture.  Then, I am going to give you one stroke with this strap and you
may put just the top picture into the box.  We will repeat the process
until all the pictures are put back.  Do you understand?"

   "But there are 27 pictures here!" I protested.

   WHACK!!  I had not noticed that she had already taken the strap and she
gave me a nasty cut across both cheeks with the wide leather band.  I
jerked up involuntarily and moaned.  "Young man, you really do not want to
upset me anymore than I already am, so answer the questions and don't say
anything more that would lead me to believe you really, really studied that
box of pictures."

   "Yes, ma'am!" I answered urgently, "I understand.  God!  Than hurt!"

   "And it doesn't count, so get a good look at that photo on top, because
it is the last time you will ever see it!  And, you had better be thinking
that it is the last time you will try to pull a stunt like sneaking into
someone's private affairs ever again!" With that little bit of lecture, I
heard the rushing of air just before that nasty strap bit angrily into my
already sore backside.  WHACK!!

   My sole focus was to comply with her instructions and make the ordeal as
easy as possible.  I had already earned one extra stroke and I did not want
any more than I absolutely had to take, so I quickly tossed the top photo
back into the box and prepared to take the next stroke.

   "Open your eyes, Jackie," she insisted.  "I want you to see what is
getting you into all this trouble." I obeyed and hungrily eyed the
alluringly posed nude body of my tormentor.  WHACK!!  Another harsh stroke
caused me to writhe over the pillows and I struggled to place the photo
into box.

   The next photo was one of my favorites, it really didn't show much, but
the look on Mrs.  Sebring's face in this particular picture was especially
inviting and the body positioning was full of untold promises.  SNAP!!

   The leather strap curled around my hip and bit into a side of my bottom
that had been untouched as yet.  "OOHH!!" I moaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Please take it easy!" She said nothing and waited for me to put that photo
into the box.

   WHACK!!  Another angry welt began to grow across my backside as the
process was repeated.  And repeated, and repeated.  We slowly worked
through the pile of photographs.  My behind was blazing and my eyes began
to fill with tears.  I remember blubbering and begging her to go easy on
me, but she simply reminded me of our agreement.  I could stop now and she
would simply inform my parents.  "How many more strokes?" I would think as
I looked at the dwindling pile of pictures in my hand, each time believing
I could hold on till the end, yet questioning my resolve when the next
angry snap of the leather perforated my desire to keep this whole thing
quiet.

   What finally made me stick it out through the whole strapping was the
realization that, not only would my behavior be discovered and I would be
punished by my parents, but that my sister would find out and everyone
would know not only about my snooping and my parents' eventually spanking
me, but that Mrs.  Sebring had also spanked me!  That was too much and I
held out to the end.

   And, in the end the photos themselves helped me maintain position by
keeping me in a constant state of excitement.  No, nothing happened during
the strapping, but later when I got home and rubbed hand lotion into my
flaming cheeks the sexual tension roared for attention.  I relieved that
tension on my own and many times later when the memory of the experience
emerged.

   Nothing was ever said about what happened, No one found out, Mrs. 
Sebring never brought up the subject and I never told anyone that knew both
of us.  In fact, I have told very few people about what happened.  The pain
was memorable, but the intensity of it diminished over time.  The sexual
awakening was just the beginning and to this day, I still associate sexual
feelings with the threat of a good, hard spanking.  And, those feelings are
even more intense when a spanking is actually given.  
