I’ve been fascinated by spanking for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is naptime at preschool, when I must’ve been about three or four. In the afternoon, the teacher would tell us to put our blankets down on the floor and take a nap. I could never fall asleep, so instead I’d close my eyes and tell myself what I called “spanky stories.” They were rather elaborate fantasies. Sometimes, I’d imagine myself as a character from a TV show or a book. Other times, I was me, except with magical powers or living in a different place, like an orphanage in NYC. But, the scenario was always the same: I’d get in trouble for something and get spanked at the end.

My other earliest memories are about doing art. Looking back at snapshots my dad took of me as a child, it’s rare to find one of me without a crayon, colored pencil or marker in my hand. I still have my Dr. Seuss “My Book About Me” from when I was in Kindergarten. On the page where it asks what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wrote “ARTIST,” in big, shaky, block letters (complete with backwards “R”). I did plenty of typical drawings, of things like princesses and horses. But, I also did many, many spanky illustrations, which I’d hide under my mattress.

Well now I’m all grown up…sort of