Well, It all started back when I was four years old. I was a very curious and small child and I had a knack for getting into trouble. It’s all rather fuzzy and I can’t remember what I did, but I know that was the first time I ever received a fully fledged spanking. It hurt like crazy. After one blow had been delivered, I began crying hoping to receive immediate sympathetic comfort, but my water show only earned another spanking. Finally, I decided that the best way to get through a punishment is to endure it. Endure it to the very end!
Oh, and I also remember the first time I ever ate macaroni and cheese!