"You are a very naughty little girl," Makayla scolded quietly as her hand repeatedly came down hard on the cloth bottom of her Cabbage Patch doll.

At eight-years-old, Makayla was fascinated by spankings.  She didn't know why and she didn't understand  the meaning of the delicious feelings the thought of spanking caused in her.  She had never been spanked herself, but she knew she wanted to be.

While smacking the little soft bottom on her lap, Makayla longed to be the doll.  She got an excited, quivery feeling in her stomach.  A little like butterflies, but mixed with an inexplicable feeling of eager anticipation and fear.

Hearing her mother's footsteps approaching, Makayla quickly pulled down the doll's dress and sat it up in front of her.

"Just playing dolls, mama," was her answer when asked what she was up to. She wasn't sure why, but Makayla guessed that her mother wouldn't like to find her little girl spanking a doll.

***

Makayla stood enraptured by the scene before her.  Peeking quietly around a corner at her friend's house, the child watched as her friend's little sister got paddled by  their mother.  Makayla felt the familiar quivery feeling of excitement in her stomach as she watched the paddle fall again and again.  She didn't hear the child's crying, all she noticed was the crash of that paddle and the delicious sound of each smack.  She imagined how it would feel to have that heavy wood slap down on her own bottom.  The child wondered what it'd be like to have one firm adult hand holding her in place while the other roughly brought the back of that paddle down with a great crack against her little stinging behind.  One hand would be punishing her, and not caring that the hard wood was burning her soft skin.  She wondered How it would feel to know that she was being spanked very hard but could do nothing to escape each whack as they kept landing.

"Makayla?" her friend's mother said, noticing the child spying on her daughter's spanking.  "Did you need something?"

"No Ma'am, I was just… uh… looking for the bathroom," Makayla lied.

Embarrassed, the child dashed down the hall and flung herself into the bathroom.  She leaned against the closed door and squeezed her eyes shut. Makayla tried to get the spanking out of her head, but she kept envisioning that paddle.  So great was her eagerness to feel its slap that Makayla worried she might burst if she couldn't experience that pain at least once.

She thought that her feelings must be wrong somehow.  She wasn't sure why spankings gave her such an excited feeling.  The child was convinced that she was a very bad little girl.  There had to be something wrong with her… there just had to!

On that day, the eight-year-old made a vow.  No one would ever know her secret… no one would ever find out about how much Makayla wanted to be spanked.