I think my interest started sometime after my own spankings stopped – I was 12 the last time I was spanked at home. But although I remember a sort of vague fluttery feeling in my stomach when I heard my aunt talking to my mother about having given her daughter, one of my cousins a spanking (this would be when I was about 15 or so), I wasn’t really aware of my interest until my first serious boyfriend (we were both at college) asked if he could give me a ‘pretend’ spanking once. Because I trusted him (he was a lovely guy) I let him and to my surprise, I enjoyed it as much as he did. It’s never been anything other than pretend/play, I’m not good with pain and certainly hated every single spanking I got when I was little.

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