It all started with spanking.

I was never spanked as a child, and so I never even knew what it was until I was just a little bit older. I don’t remember where I came across it for the first time, but I do remember that it was one of the very first things I enjoyed seeing. I knew that it turned me on before I even knew what it meant to be “turned on”

I did the typical “spanko” things: I looked the word up in the dictionary, I watched for it in cartoons and movies, I occasionally smacked myself to see what it felt like. 

When I figured out how to masturbate, spanking was all I had to think about to get me going. It really was the very first sign of my inner kinkiness. Is that how it starts for most?

And it wasn’t just spanking. It was anything that had to do with punishment, corporal punishment to be exact. Something that hurts, something that makes you cry. The very idea of that was/is enough to make me squirm.

I still don’t understand why, but I think it’s just been wired in me since birth. That’s my theory, anyway. 

So, yes. It all started with spanking.

And I really like that picture.

Oh, and for the record, I’ve still never been spanked. I’ll be honest, I can’t wait for the day!

(Source: autumnw0lf)