I went to a high school that allowed spanking, but never earned one there. My homeroom teacher in my senior year was twenty-six when I was eighteen. The next year when I went to a university in my state, she transferred to teach there. One day, I saw her in the library and confided to her that I felt lost and bewildered at the University. She offered to take me under her wing with one condition, that I take a spanking from her whenever she felt I needed it. Over the four years I was there, she spanked me about seventy-five times. But the last time I was involved with spanking and her was the day before graduation, when she let me spank her. She got married to an Air Force ROTC instructor and left a month later.

— Dennis, 55