Once again the question that was always in my mind, at least for my younger years is “Am I the only one?”
Along with the obvious “Am I abnormal, strange a weirdo, a freak, oddball, mentally subnormal. Why do I like being spanked? And why especially with a ladies slipper.
I think society today is a lot more tolerant, well at least it claims to be that is was on the 1970s. I do remember half admitting a lot of things to the punks and even some of the teachers at school. Like by the time I was in my last year at school I would suggest to the female (not the male) staff that they should put me over a table and thrash me. Of course this was now the 80s and they never did, some were a little embarrassed by it.
On leaving school I am now outside in the real world. I suppose this is when the learning curbs really begun, because to say I was confused would be an understatement. This confused learning curb was to last many years and it would be fair to say up until my 30s.
Sex wise what I knew you could write on a stamp, with the females I would run the opposite direction if they even started to show interest. Suffice to say you could say I was more than a little bit unconfident.
I was sixteen and I wasn’t thinking of being females of my own age. I was still fantasising about being spanked by women who were at their tea time stages in life. It was plainly obvious that this little fetish of mine was firmly cemented in and was never going to leave me. In a lot of ways I withdrew into myself and my ambitions of wanting to become a pop star. Without a doubt I was defiantly living in cloud cuckoo land. I had never been one to mix with too many people, I had always been insular and I had always tried to be my own person.
Please trust me when I say I am not complaining about this because eventually this all paid off and I didn’t have a terrible terrible time of things. However I didn’t have it easy either.
