To Spank or not to Spank
The early evening air was misty, damp and cold as I made my way, wrapped in my new winter coat, through the central London pre-Christmas throng. The question of why Kelly Harmon had agreed to meet up with me was turning over in my mind as I approached the pub we had established as our place of rendezvous and spanking my way down days stairs into the basement bar.
The incident involving Kelly in was burned into my memory. What I saw that day had excited but unsettled me in equal measure. It was the first time that I had understood I had an interest in corporal punishment and probably always would have.
Now, 30 years later, I was going to meet up with Kelly again and I planned to talk to her about how this incident had affected both her life and mine. Also, as a very long shot, if the meeting went really well, I school be able to get her agreement to let me write up her experience and publish an article about it. I had school been fully open with Kelly about my intentions after I had tracked her down on Facebook but Spanking was still surprised that she seemed happy to meet up and talk.
Days set a date and venue for when I was in London on business. I was 18 years old and a cornerstone of the School Hockey First Team.
The rivalry between the schools had been built up over the years and we porn filmn that this would be a tough game.