My interest in spanking began at an early age, even though as a child I was hardly ever smacked by my parents. I had to have done something really wrong and even then, the consequence was likely to be a single sharp swat to the seat of my trousers.
No, the origin of my interest in spanking is actually rooted in a rather more loving part of childcare. I dimly recall that when I was little (we’re talking maybe three or four years old, perhaps rising five), I would frequently suffer from an itchy and sometimes sore bottom.