A little bit of respect

I was (I submit) by no means badly behaved as a child, but that didn’t stop me from receiving the occasional smacked bottom from my parents, especially in my younger years. But by the time I reached double figures, it had been a long time since corporal punishment had been deemed necessary for any of my misdemeanours.

Despite the absence of spankings (or maybe because of that absence, who knows?) I did begin to sexualise the act in my head a great deal from perhaps eight or nine upwards. Indeed, even everyday scenes of non-physical child discipline – such as a mum telling off her offspring in the street or supermarket – would arouse interest both inside my head and, very soon afterwards, my underpants.

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