I thought you might like to hear about the origins of my own particular spanking interest which has been fuelled by experiences on all sides of the equation.
It began, I suppose as it did with so many children, at home. Growing up, when I was naughty I would be spanked with Father’s slipper.
I seemed to be always in trouble as a boy, and when I got in hot water Father would take me to his office (where the slipper was kept). Then he would put me over his knee and give me a really sore Bottom.
My two sisters also received corporal punishment, but in their case, Mother was their spanker. She used a wooden spoon on the girls’ bottoms – at least, she did until one day it broke across the maturing and sturdier bottom of my older sister Betty. That didn’t mean the end of spankings for my sisters, however – Mother switched to using her hairbrush on them.
Back then, CP was still a common experience in school as well. My favorite teacher, Mrs Sams, used a ruler across the back of our thighs (the boys wore shorts and the girls skirts, of course). I was very interested in this process, especially when a girl was the recipient.
My interest in corporal punishment only grew as I reached puberty. My first girlfriend, who I started going out with when I was 14, had very strict parents who sent her to an all-girls school across town. That school had the cane, and it was used on both the girls’ thighs as well as the more usual hand beatings.
