Exactly who brought it up or how we came to even talk about it, I don’t remember anymore. But at age 15, a female friend and I discovered we shared an interest in spanking. It was me who first took the initiative to spank her. I still remember how we were very quiet and flustered about the whole thing as she slowly lowered her jeans in my bedroom. Nobody else was home. She was too embarrassed to lower her panties so she went over my knee with her white cotton briefs still covering her bottom.
I also still remember how I very gently placed my hand on her bottom, the first time I had ever been so close to a girl, especially in such an intimate position. Her butt felt warm and soft and deliciously round under my hand. I smacked her gently, enjoying how her bottom wiggled in response. It barely stung. Our faces were much redder than her buttocks the whole time. Just as I was about to smack a bit harder, we heard a car pull up in the driveway and that was the end of our first careful spanking adventure. It was my mother who came home and she never learned we had been doing anything but our homework.
A few days later, we met at her home for “homework”. We flipped a coin to see who would be the one getting spanked this time and I lost the toss. She mentioned she wanted to spank me on my bare bottom but I refused because I didn’t get to spank her on the bare either, the first time. We had a bit of a discussion about it with her saying that it was different for boys and me saying it wasn’t fair. In the end, we decided to let fate decide for us again. Another coin was flipped and I lost the toss again. I insisted we try for 2 out of 3 to which she agreed but again fate decided against me. I had to be bare. Mercifully she agreed that my underpants wouldn’t come down until I was over her knee.
It was time. With slightly jittery hands I undid the belt of my jeans, the button and the zipper. I carefully lowered them to around my knees and positioned myself over her knee. She was seated on the bed so being over her lap was pretty comfortable. To my surprise, she didn’t waste any time! With a quick tug, she pulled my underpants down to below my buttocks. I was too surprised and embarrassed to say anything. I was also painfully aware of something growing in my nether regions which only added to my embarrassment at being exposed.
Those first few slaps were the first I ever received from someone else. I had done some self-spanking before but this was different and arguably much better. I felt it a little but it wasn’t painful or anything.
“You’re getting red,” she said and I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Yes, of course,” I said.
“Does it hurt when I smack you like this?”
“A little,” I replied honestly.
“Should I do it harder?”
I both wanted that and didn’t want it at the same time. The question confused me, as I remember. My brain only came up with one answer.
“If you like,” I said.
I don’t remember her reply but I do remember that she liked it. A lot. She began smacking my exposed buttocks harder and now I really did feel it sting. She mentioned her hands hurt but that didn’t seem to stop her. I felt the heat building and actual discomfort setting in. No car pulled into the driveway to save me from my spanking. At this point my brain felt it necessary to remind me that she played tennis and that she was near the top of the leader-board for her age group. I began to see why!
It didn’t take long before it really began to hurt and my hand flew back to shield my buttocks. Had she been an experienced spanker, this would definitely have caused problems for me but it stopped her. She was concerned if it had been too much or too hard. I was honest that it hurt quite a bit. She asked if it was enough and at that moment, I felt that it had been.
She let me up and I noticed that mercifully any growth in my nether regions had gone. A check in the mirror showed me that my teenage buttocks had been reddened nicely and they were also warm to the touch.
“You look very red,” she agreed and there was definitely a blush and a smile on her face when she said so. That smile was a sign foreshadowing how this relationship would develop but for now we were both inexperienced and just happy to have found someone to share our secret desire with.
There was no internet back then and until we discovered by accident and luck that we shared this kinky secret, we believed we were alone with this strange desire. We were shy about exploring it and had to do it at times when we had sufficient privacy. Her first spanking was a bit of a let-down because we’d been interrupted but my first spanking was the opening salvo of many more exciting adventures. But that’s a story for another time.