Rewind a couple of years to when I was still only secretly naughty. I didn’t get the internet at home until I was 18 or 19, in my last year of school. This was a few years after most of my friends but I like to think I made a better use of it once it arrived!
The shared family computer sat in the corner of our front room, a busy place with people coming in and out of the house with the screen directly facing the door to the next room. Not an ideal location for a young kinkster to have the world at her fingertips. Combine this with a not-yet-very-computer-literate Dad paranoid about viruses and continually shuffling around unknown parts of the computer, I tried to be particularly careful about my internet use (something I wish my little brother was after I walked in on him looking at a naughty website in his dirty teen years)
Anyway, although I was very tentative when exploring online what had been in my head for so long, I was unable to resist the temptation so in safe moments I’d risk a look. I seem to remember I started off by translating the word ’spanking’ into French on Babelfish. I’d type it into Google Images and glimpse into this new world. Clichéd I know, but it was like seeing things in colour for the first time.
There were photos, old seaside postcards, illustrations, comics, paintings, Victorian pornography all for me to perv at. I could click on an image and have a look without any dodgy sites coming up on the internet history.
The word ‘fessée’ became my exciting little secret.
below the belt 