Of course, when you a child you don't understand why things are nice. At the basic level, I liked being humiliated and punished when I was a child, but of course you don't know it consciously. I just knew I found certain things pleasurable, such as being spanked. Other things were nice, and again it boiled down to humiliation.

As long as I can remember I was made to wear white rubber pants (this being just after World War two), because I wet the bed and wet my pants. I liked the nice warm glow in my pants when i wet them, but I didn't know why i liked it, it was just nice and warm and yummy. In retrospect, you can see that I liked the humiliation afterwards of having to tell my mum I'd wet the bed or my pants, and the humiliation and pain of being spanked in front of my sisters, and sometimes her friends.

I was lucky in that spankings were an accepted way of punishing children, usually the first and only punishment. People spanked children, and no-one thought twice about it. I was spanked mainly by my mother, but I also was spanked by my mothers friends, my aunts, and teachers - in fact having my pants taken down and spanked in front of my class mates was doubly deliciously humiliating, not only for the spanking, but for the fact everyone got to see I was wearing white rubber pants and therefore I wet my pants.

In the 50's and 60's, Woolworths Stores sold plastic raincoats, and I was always fascinated by them, and was very pleased to have to wear my black plastic mac, belted and buttoned up, and walking along hand in hand. Only poor people had to wear plastic macs, and I liked it because girls giggled at me and laughed. I was attracted to girls who wore plastic macs, and the thrill of touching a girls leg through the blue plastic was very memorable. In the60's, raincoats evolved into marvelously sexy PVC macs.

I also liked sucking a dummy when i was a child, and had one in bed till i was about 12 and all the time during the day till I was about 7, and even then I sucked my thumb most of the time afterwards.

I also liked crying, I still cant explain why to this day. I would cry at the slightest, and especially when being spanked, if my dummy was taken away (even when I was seven), and I liked girls - I liked being with girls and playing with girls things, like dollies and prams, and would frequently play with two little girls about 3 years younger than me.