An old hand

By the time I turned 16, I must have smacked more bottoms than many mothers do during a decade of parenting – and what’s more, rather shamefully, I enjoyed every minute of it.

While I couldn’t put an exact date on it, I had been fascinated with the act of spanking from an early age. This began in my own home at around three or four and continued through to about the age of 11 for myself and my younger sister.

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