Being a Spanko

We all have heard the expression being said “that person is a spanko”. That immediately tells you that they like spankings and they like giving or receiving them a lot, but a lot of people don't understand what it is like to be a spanko.

What is it like being a spanko? I am not any different than anyone you might see walking down the street. I dress like you, talk like you, I have the same concerns as how to raise a family, paying bills just like you in fact I could even be your next door neighbor.

The similarities end there because in my mind and behind closed doors I am very different from the non-spanko because there are times when it seems like all I think about is spanking a female’s backside day and night. We could be at a party, a store or just sitting down outside on the front porch and if a female walks by the first thing I focus on is her gludious Maximus and then start thinking about what it would be like spanking it. In other words, I think of spanking day and night.

I can't remember a time in my life that I didn't like spanking a female bottom. When I was a little tike I remember playing spanking games with the neighborhood girls. I was either their dad or their husband and somehow I always found out that they did something wrong. Whatever it was unimportant but the end game was that I got to spank them.

I realized that I was different from my friends when I became a teenager. None of my friends had the desire to swat a butt as she walked by them like I did. I suppressed my feelings for most of high school until the twelfth grade when I went on a date with Molly. After dinner and a movie while we were having coffee talking about our dreams when we got out of school, when unexpectedly I blurted out that I wanted to spank her. She just looked at me with a cocked head and then asked why.

I stuttered my answer telling her that I would enjoy spanking her butt and that it would be fun for the both of us it. I can now see that this spanking line was not the best ever said but it worked (lol). We went to a secluded place. She crawled over my lap and sighed with trembling hands I lifted her skirt and slowly pulled the hem up to her waist. Sucking in my breath loudly as I stared at what was before me. With shaking hands I reverently pulled her panties down to her knees. I patted it and kept my hand on her butt then I slowly started to spank her with great fascination as I spanked her. I saw her butt go from a light shade of pink to a healthy shade of a medium red. Time stood still, there was nothing else in the universe everything I had was focused on what lie over my lap at that moment, then I heard a noise.

Molly gave a little whimper, saying, “I’ll be a good girl”

That broke the spell of me spanking her. I helped her up and noticed a tear rolling down her cheek I asked her if she was ok and when she said “yes” I then asked her “why did you say that” she couldn’t explain it. She then proceeded to hit me in the arm telling me that if she has any bruises on her butt she was going to be mad at me because she had a doctor appointment tomorrow. Laughing and rubbing my arm, I said, “Why didn’t you tell me to stop then?”

“I didn’t stop you because you were enjoying yourself” We never saw each other after that. 

When the 90’s came while a lot of my friends were collecting sport cards going to shows getting cards signed by the players I was scouring the bookstores for spanking books and pictures. My friends had their most prized possession on display; I had mine hidden in between the mattress. The electronic age exploded on the scene and a whole new avenue opened up to us spankos. We now had access to movies, better stories, an unbelievable amount of pictures some good and a lot was junk.

This is what a spanko does, well at least this spanko does. I spend a huge amount of time thinking, looking, reading, and just spanking Bobbie whenever the chance presents itself.

When Bobbie sees that faraway look in my eyes she will ask me what I am either looking at or thinking about and I look at her with a smiling face saying “spanking you and then going into detail on how I was going to do it. She looks at me laughing calling me a goof and takes my hand as she leads me into the bedroom I am looking at the swaying backside in front of me thinking about…


Bob