Those games sound rather fun.
I never got to play anything quite as daring as that.
However, I do have one fond recollection from my childhood about smacking games.
In the late 1970s, I was just starting primary school, and when I was six, there was a pretty blonde five-year-old girl called Amanda in my class who was my first crush.
(I once told my mother I wanted to marry Amanda when I grew up, but then her parents split up, she went back to the UK with her mother and that was the last I ever saw of her, although we did exchange a couple of letters.
So much for that plan.
Anyway, Amanda and I liked to play a game that we called “Mothers and Fathers”.
It was, by and large, a very innocent sort of game.
We would play it during morning or afternoon breaks. I would be the “father” and Amanda would be the “mother” and some of our classmates would be our “kids” who would crawl around and act a bit like bratty babies.
I don’t think we were ever the “kids” in this game; we were always the “mum” and “dad”.
The “kids” needed “discipline”, and Amanda would smack them on their bottoms now and then.
That was quite a core component of the game.
Actually, looking back, it was probably a variation on “tag”, except that anyone who got smacked still had to be “kids”; they didn’t get to take a turn as “parents”.

I don’t recall smacking the “kids” myself in these games. I mean, I might have done, but I have no memory of it.
If I did do it, it did nothing for me.
What I do quite vividly remember though is the little thrill I got every time Amanda smacked them.
Even at the tender age of six, the seeds of my adult spanking fetish were beginning to germinate.
I think I was quite happy to let her be the “disciplinarian”, because in my home, my mother gave 99% of all my smackings, so I just saw it as being mainly the mother’s role.
Perhaps it was that way in her home too. But like I say, there was also that thrill factor.

My first ever teacher was fond of dishing out the occasional smack on the back of the hand.
That neither upset nor excited me. But I recall on one occasion, she threatened to put me over her knee.
Despite my very young age , I actually did become rather aroused at that thought.
It’s one of the earliest memories I have of being properly turned on by spanking (or at least, the thought of it).
She never did give me such a spanking, which was probably for the best, but part of me wishes she had carried out her threat.