Probably my first recollection of spanking being a turn on was nearly 35 years ago. I was sent to my aunt and uncle’s home to stay for the night and following day. My parents had to go out of town and my aunt was to watch over me for a day or two.

I was around 9-10 years old at the time. My aunt and uncle lived on a rural southern Indiana farm. They had two children. Their son was around 16 years old and their daughter was about 14-15 years old. Even though they were considerably older than myself, I enjoyed having them to play with.

I was at their house to spend the night. That evening, my cousin, Barbara, and I were in the family room watching TV. I was on the sofa and she was lying on the floor in front of me. It was getting late, or at least late for a kid my age to be up. I believe it was around 9:30 pm or 10 pm. She was laying on the floor on her stomach looking at a magazine and listening to the TV. Her parents were in the kitchen. Her mom was doing dishes and my uncle was drinking coffee at the table.

From my vantage point, to my right was the kitchen. I could clearly see my aunt doing dishes. I could not see my uncle at the table but could hear their faint conversations.

My aunt hollered into the family room to my cousin: “It is time for bed!”

Barbara hollered back: “Okay, mom!”

She made no movement towards the bedroom door which was in front of me and to my left a bit. I was a little concerned that she didn’t go. In my house I listened to my parents and knew if my mom said to do something she meant it.

A few minutes later, my aunt yelled a little louder: “I said it was time for bed!!”

I don’t quite remember what Barbara replied, but it was pretty hateful. I continued to watch television. At this point I will never forget the sound of a belt being unbuckled and pulled through the loops. As I turned to my right I witnessed my uncle rounding the corner coming through the opening from the kitchen to the family room. He had his belt doubled in his hand and was coming toward Barbara.

She screamed: “I’m going, I’m going!!”

My uncle replied: “It’s too late for that. Now we are both going.”

He gave her a light swat with the belt as he was pulling her up from the floor by the arm. She had a night shirt on that came down to mid thigh. As he pulled her up, I briefly saw her panties as the night shirt was shifted up. I was simply mesmerized.

My uncle dragged her by her arm to her bedroom with his belt in his other hand. I shifted myself to the other end of the sofa to get a more direct line of sight to Barbara’s room.

He forcefully told her: “Get the back of that shirt pulled up and get your ass over the end of that bed. And do it now or, God help me, I’ll will beat your ass until you won’t sit for a week.”

I could see her in full sight. She pulled the back of her night shirt up as she laid across the foot of the bed.

He told her: “You have needed this for a few weeks now. I don’t care if I have to do this every night, your attitude is going to change.”

With that, he drew back and gave her what looked like a very hard lash with the belt over her underwear. She screamed bloody murder. He drew back and swung at her just as hard again. She again screamed at the top of her lungs.

She then screamed something at him. I could not make out exactly what. I assume more hateful remarks of some sort.

Her dad, then much to my surprise, grabbed her underwear and literally pulled her pants off of her. I was in disbelief. This was the first time in my short life I had seen a female’s bare ass. Even though she was 14-15 years old, I was dumbfounded.

With that, my uncle laid into her about 6-7 more times with his belt. I really had lost count and lost track of time. I was really in a daze.

When I assumed he was done, because he was lecturing her in between her sobs, I retreated to the other end of the sofa. I could hear him putting his belt back on. He told her to get in bed and get to sleep. He came back through the family room back to the kitchen and didn’t say a word.

A few minutes later, Barbara came walking through the family room on her way to the bathroom. She was crying uncontrollably. She was in the bathroom for quite sometime. She returned to her room after about 5-10 minutes, still sobbing.

I asked my aunt where I was to sleep for the night. She got me a blanket and I slept on the sofa.

The next morning, I was awake first. I could hardly sleep after what I witnessed the night before. Barbara’s brother, Scott, came down from his room shortly after I awoke. He asked what all the commotion was about last night.

I simply just shrugged my shoulders. He went to the kitchen and asked his mother the same question.

She replied: “Your dad dealing with your sister’s smart mouth.”

Later, Barbara came out from her room, still in her nightshirt. We all sat down for breakfast and no one mentioned the night before. After breakfast, Barbara went to take a shower and I went outside to play. Shortly she came out to keep me occupied for the day until my parents came to get me. We played in the yard together.

She asked me: “I guess you heard me getting a spanking last night?”

I just kind of nodded my head; yes. Little did she know I witnessed it. And in my opinion it was hardly a spanking at all. More like a bare ass whipping, I thought.

Barbara said her dad really spanked her but it didn’t really hurt. That was pretty much a lie. I knew better. She had screamed bloody murder.

Some 35 years later, Barbara is still a smart mouthed woman who still disrespects authority. Every time I see her, I recall that night and how it mesmerized me. I see her bad attitude and lack of respect and often think how she needs another trip or two to the bedroom to correct her, even when she is nearing 50 years old.