I had tried to wank a few times since being 12 and having erections regularly. The only problem was that every time I tried I would get a strange feeling in my back which felt all crunched up and like everything was locked in. So I would stop and wait. I already knew I could cum because I'd had a few wet dreams, but somehow I couldn't get over this barrier. Also I couldn't ask anyone, so I just kept hoping that one day things would work as waiting for the next wet dreams was terrible as I gradually got more horny and frustrated by all the sexy things around me.
All that changed in a strange way. One evening I was lying on my bed. My dad had just been in and given me a good spanking for being a brat to my brother so I was feeling sore and angry.
I was also feeling pretty randy too, all the heat and sexual tension as well as wriggling as I got spanked had started me wanting to wank and I was well overdue a wet dream.
So feeling randy, with a hot bum and pretty sorry for myself,lying on my back with my knees up to take the pressure off my sore backside, I started to rub my willy through my pants which of course made it hard very quickly. I was mad enough at what had happened to just want to keep going, so I decided I would try harder not to give up.
Pulling my underwear up my thighs, I put my fist round my now stiff willy and started wanking it, up and down getting faster as the nice feelings built up. I even used some spit because I heard my school mates in the changing room talking about masturbating and they said doing that would make it feel better. They were right. With my other hand I rubbed my sore bum which somehow made things even hotter for me.
Slowly the usual feelings built up but this time as it built up to the usual crunchy muscle feeling, I kept going, forcing myself on, despite the tension until it felt like a gate opened and I shot my spunk up my stomach for the first time. I knew then what people talked about when they said it felt like they'd broken something, but at the same time it was fantastic. I was exhausted but oh man, was I relieved of every bit of tension.
I know I was panicked about the mess and I can remember pulling my underpants up to mop up the cum and falling asleep soon after. I worked out I could always pretend it was another wet dream and no one ever asked any embarrassing questions in our house about sex.
It was nearly the last time I got spanked, but I certainly can say it wasn't the last time I ever wanked! Somehow, having done it that once, meant the next time (the next morning if I remember) was just easier, until it became painless.
In hindsight, I was glad I'd been spanked though, it certainly helped loosen me up even if it didn't straighten me up.