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I was a sweet child

I was a sweet child, sometimes shy but ever so introverted by starmene alone in a corner for hours. I made friends, yes, and often cheerful, joking and I enjoyed a bit 'like everyone else. Not hardly ever went out of the house, maybe I did not need to have fun, so I spent my afternoons in school books, toys and cartoons.

I remember those long afternoons when I was a child, the smell that filled the rooms of my house, the eerie silence in the long corridors in darkness. I remember the sad echo of laughter, and my dreams get washed every day, every day more confused, as I became bigger and bigger.

remember the embarrassment, my embarrassment when a cartoon in a child was spanked by his mother, or when I read a similar scene on a comic or a book. I was shaking, my cheeks turn red and I just could not understand what was happening to me, I looked around the corner of my eye and I hoped that no one would notice me, no one saw me at that very moment.

loved curl up in bed at night and, after the goodnight kiss given to me by mom and dad, imagine trapped by algae in the sea, or lying on a car lost, getting lost with my ass in the air. Relived scenes of cartoon characters, so that I it were the protagonist. I loved the thrill of the constriction, apnea and pain of loneliness was my little, innocent ecstasy.

I opened the dictionary and search for spanking, and its synonymous. Then they closed again and I was afraid that those who had open after I have discovered my secret all too easily. A secret, so was my shameful secret. I did not understand and that's it, I was too young to understand what it meant everything. A few years later also tried the English and the word spanking new worlds opened to me when I had the courage at last to search for images and web sites dedicated to the subject.

When including sexual nature of my strange interest in all of my suspicions proved to me, like shadows around the bed of a child at night when every object transforms his features into those of a monster: my fears took shape, and I understood that I would not never had a life like any other, simply because I was certainly into something different.