In my case, the fascination with CP began at the age of nine years thanks to the lady who taught Polish in our primary school. Our teacher, a tall blond lady, beat all of us with a leather belt.
One day, in seventh grade, I smoked a cigarette with a friend in the toilets and we were caught by our teacher. She brought us to an empty room at the very top of the Administration section of the school. We had to remove our pants so she could strap us across our bare bottoms.
When I tried to protect my bottom by covering it with my hand, and then ignored her instruction to remove my hand, she put me across her lap and held my hand. We each received ten strokes with the strap. I cried out loudly and ended up with bruises across my bottom.