Firstly, I have to admit that I’ve been fascinated by spanking from an early age. I wasn’t an especially naughty girl, so only had a handful of spankings from my mum and dad (at least that I can remember) but while they were never exactly a pleasant experience when I was receiving them, I did like the tingling sensation in my knickers after the punishment was over.
By the time I was 13, it had been a long time since I had been across the parental knee but my interest in corporal punishment had only increased (along with the inevitable surge in hormones, I suppose). I looked up ‘spanking’ in dictionaries and other books, and gave my dolls regular smacked bottoms over my knee, with their clothing suitably adjusted.