When I am on the receiving end of a bare bottom spanking, the first part of it is all pain and no pleasure. The pleasure is gradual with the rubs to my ass as it heats up. By the end it is all a twisted version of pleasure. It reminds me of swim lessons as a kid. Jumping into a cold pool is the furthest sensation from pleasant. After a few jumping jacks and my body temperature adjusting, it was invigorating. Maybe all good things come with a little bit of dread.