I got spanked by my mom all through my teen years, and still do to this day. But today it's not for the same reason(s). In the years since I turned 18, it's been just for fun.
It was about a month or so after my 18th birthday when the unthinkable happened. Unthinkable at the time, but the results are amazing. I started to get a hardon when my mom was spanking me. I was mortified! What must she think? What is she going to do now?
Mom didn't even seem to be phased by my hardon. She said, "Michael, that is just nasty! You are a dirty boy!" She said this as she continued spanking me just as hard in the same slow, deliberate rhythm. You might say she didn't miss a beat. She didn't pause until she had delivered what I had expected to be the last whack, the end of my punishment. she paused long enough to say, "and since you're such a dirty boy . . . " then proceeded to count out 18 more whacks. I loved every second of it! It was such a turn on!
The spankings took on a new pattern. Mom sits in a straight back chair in my bedroom, where the paddle hangs on the wall. Thick, holey, just the right length for an over the knee paddling. I take it down from the wall and hand it to her. Mom sits legs crossed, holding the paddle and lectures me about why I'm about to be spanked. She always puts her left knee on top, and when I bend over I'm on top of her left knee, causing my backside to be more elevated and pulled tight. But first I hava to take off all my clothes. Mom spanks me as hard as she could, in a slow, steady rhythm, making every whack count. At least double my age.