As a young boy growing up in the south, I had plenty of opportunities to witness other children undergoing corporal punishment, or at least being threatened with such punishment later, after I was gone.
Whether at school, the neighbourhood or at home, it never failed to grab my interest and I would dwell on the visions I had seen for hours. Most have never left my memory. I was not often spanked at home and must admit I never went looking for trouble. However, for reasons I never could understand, the idea of getting spanked or watching a spanking always intrigued and aroused me.