This is a fascinating thread, if only to confirm that most of us have shared similar experiences throughout life. I was fascinated by the subject from an early age, and read and re-read the poem "Little Polly Flinders" (mentioned earlier) thousands of times. Equally, looking up the "S" word in every dictionary I could find and, of course, The Dandy and Beano were almost the equivalent of the internet in those days! I also played occasional spanking games with a younger female cousin - occasional 'cos we simply didn't see each other very often! I was seldom smacked (spanking just wasn't a word in everyday usage in Northern Scotland!), though my Mum certainly made a good job of it on the odd occasion! Pleasure didn't come into it! I also remember, on quite a few occasions seeing my next-door neighbour on the receiving end and being, frankly, petrified that I might be next! When I became engaged, I agonised how to tell my fiance - convinced she would end it all immediately, when she knew how depraved I was - not to mention call the cops! However, when I finally plucked up the courage, she breathed a sigh of relief, said, "Thank goodness, I thought it ws something really bad!" and flopped over my knee! We had fun for a couple of years but when the kids came along, she changed completely and the subject became taboo. Now (30 years of otherwise happy marriage later!) she is 100% vanilla and, although aware that I retain my interest, the subject is simply never mentioned, except in jest. Sorry, I digress! Strange though, that many of us have shared the same background, especially that "world explosion" thanks to Google! I am sure that it is something inherant and I'm stuck with it! Am I complaining? No way! I am however, rabbiting on - but it is my first post on here! I've always been too busy reading the excellent stories to look at what else was going on! Many thanks to all the authors who've kept me entertained! Ruari |