This is the beginning of a long story. A story of how I have come to be totally addicted to both being whipped and whipping other naked bottoms. It all started when I was ten years old and sent to a small boarding school in the south of England. My parents were only doing their best for me, they thought that a 'private' education was bound to be the best thing for me in the end. Little did they know that the greatest effect this private education was to have on me was to make me a life-long addict of the cane and the birch.
It all started during my first week when Matron caught me out of the dormitory after lights out.
"What do you thing you are doing?", she snapped.
"I was going to the lavatory, Matron", I replied, thinking that would be end of the matter.
"And do you have the permission of the head of your dormitory?"
"No, Matron, he was asleep and I didn't want to wake him."
"That is no excuse. Go to my room, stand in the middle with your hands on your head and wait for me. I shall punish you severely when I return."
I went along to her room, entered and stood in the middle with my hands on my head wondering what on earth was going to happen to me.
After a few minutes, she came in and sat down on an upright chair. She signalled me to come over to her and put her arms round my waist and drew me close. She started to explain that I had to be punished and she was going to spank my bottom. While she was saying this her hands moved down and were feeling my bottom. She then untied the cord of my pyjamas and pulled them down to my ankles.
I had never been spanked before so I felt very apprehensive about what was about to happen. I also felt a feeling of excitement at the thought of my bare bottom being spanked and I could feel my penis becoming stiff. I thought, "What if she notices?"
She looked down briefly and I though I saw a faint smile on her lips. She pulled me over her knees and stretched my pyjama top right up to my shoulders. With my pyjama trousers round my ankles I was practically naked.
She put her hand on my bare bottom and caressed it gently moving down to my thighs. All the while she described how she was going to spank my bare bottom and how it would sting and I would feel the stinging for hours.
Then she started to spank me. The first stroke landed on the right side of my bottom and caught me somewhat by surprise. The surprise was that it was not as hard as I thought it would be. It certainly hurt, my bottom was tingling like mad, but it wasn't unbearable. Later, of course, I realised that she was spanking me fairly softly so that I would come to love and would return for more!!!
Eleven more strokes followed, half on one side of my bottom and half on the other. By the time she has finished, I was torn between two feelings. On the one hand, it had been punishment, my bottom was very sore. On the other, I had felt an excitement that I had never felt before and my penis had grown stiffer as the spanking had gone on.
This worried me because my erection was pushing in between her thighs - she must have felt it.
After the twelth stroke, she pulled me upright, glanced down at my now fully erect penis, smiled, then pulled me towards her, slid her hands over my spanked bottom, massaging it gently and saying how this was the punishment I was to expect if I disobeyed the rules.
I was then sent back to my dormitory where I lay in bed, pushed my pyjama trousers down and felt my warm, tingling, spanked bare bottom and vowed that I would be spanked again as soon as possible.