I can trace my interest in spanking back to an encounter in the changing room at my school’s swimming baths back in the late 1970s. Before that, I had no interest in corporal punishment beyond avoiding it myself – there was no CP at school and although I had been given the odd smack as a very young child, it wasn’t really a sanction my parents used to discipline me once I got older.
I was 11 years old and we were getting changed into our costumes ready for a swimming lesson as part of our everyday classes. I attended a private girls’ school which had its own pool.