As far as i can recollect it was summer and the start of a new decade, the 1970’s. I was 8 maybe 10 and playing in the garden. The kids next door where older by at least 5 years and although i had no thoughts of girls then i remember the daughter to be very slim and attractive. There was a bit of an argument going on and as i listened the girl answered back quite loud to her father. I have no memory of what the argument was about or how long it lasted but one sentence has stayed with me to this day. You’re not too old to go over my knee young lady. Even now after 40 years i can remember the words clearly and wondered if that was the catalyst for my long obsession with a certain part of the lovely female form and my own harsh hand. To an extent it was but i understand now that it did not suddenly turn me into a spanker, it has always been in me, it is part of me and over the years i have not hurt anyone ( if you understand what i mean ) and looking back i have enjoyed every last minute.