I’ll be absolutely up front – I’ve been a ‘spanko’ since I was a teenager. Quite why, I’m not really sure, as my parents very rarely smacked me and I was a relatively well- behaved young girl. I think perhaps it was the idea of submission and lack of control which turned me on first, and later thinking very much about the ritual attached to the act of spanking.
Anyway, this story goes back to the 1990s, and my first trip to America – perhaps inevitably, two weeks in Florida doing the usual touristy things. I went there with a close girl pal, Emily, and we were both in our early 20s. We weren’t exactly flush, so the hotel we chose in Kissimmee was cheap and a bit run-down and mostly full of thrifty travellers like ourselves.