It started when I was young, maybe 6 or 7. When I was young and it was all considered quite innocent. No one would have questioned the practice at the time, indeed many people would ultimately know about it and no one ever did.

The subject is spankings, more specifically, an aspect to my spankings that started when I was just a girl.

I'd been naughty I suppose. I often was when I was growing up. Spanking me had not started out as my parent's primary means of punishment. But, by the age of 4 or 5, they had discovered that a short-sharp series of spanks on my little girl bottom would cause me to instantly pause whatever behaviour I was in the middle of. Something that no number of "time-outs", "talking-to's" or "go-to-your-room's" would accomplish.

So, by the time I got to 6 or 7, I was used to having my panties yanked down and my Mom or Dad's hand turning my bum on fire. It would only take a few sharp smacks and I'd burst into tears before I'd be led to the nearest convenient corner.

Corner time had started even before spankings and over the years I got quite used to it and once spankings were introduced I'd have to stand in the corner for several minutes with my panties still stuck around my ankles. If I was wearing a skirt it would be tucked up into the waistband and if I had pants or shorts they'd already be with my panties tangled around my ankles. Sometimes, if I'd been in the bath or in the long t-shirt I wore to bed, I might find myself completely naked as it'd often just be yanked off before my spanking.

Of course at the age of 6 or 7, no one thought anything of a naked girl standing with a red bottom, sniffling in the corner and after awhile it didn't even embarrass me that much.

Oh, there were exceptions of course. On a number of occasions I'd be spanked when an uncle or aunt or neighbour was in the house and no one likes being brought to tears while someone else watches. Worse still when they get to see you naked in the corner - even when you're young.

When I was 6 or 7 though, my Mom started a practice that would have an impact on my life that was profound. Like I said, I'm sure I'd been naughty and I'd just been spanked. It was evening I know because I'd been wrapped in a towel and just out of the bath when I acted up. Before I knew it, Mom had me by the arm, the towel was pulled off and I was over the maternal knee to get my naked bottom blistered. Still completely nude, I was in the corner a few minutes later with a fire-engine red bottom and tears streaming down my face. Corner time didn't have a set length. My folks would leave me there to calm down and think about what had just happened. It might have lasted 5 or 10 minutes at that age. As I got older it would last longer.

This time I was about half-way through my corner time when it happened.

A bright flash behind me had me spin in surprise.

My Mom was holding the family's digital camera and clearly had just taken a picture of a very naked me!

"Mom!" I cried.

Mom didn't look impressed. "You turn right around Deanna and face that corner. You know you've been naughty. If I've decided to take a couple of pictures so you father can see how you were dealt with, that's none of your concern!"

Sobbing anew, I turned to face the corner again. The flash lit up my corner several more times as Mom got the shots she wanted.

"Turn around young lady," she said.

Sobbing, I turned, embarrassed at my nakedness really for the first time in my life.

Mom was still holding the camera.

My hands naturally crept forward to cover myself but Mom was having none of that. She instructed me to put my hands on my head and carefully set up to take two pictures. The first, a close-up of my tear-streaked face, the second, much more embarrassing, from further back to catch my body from head to toe.

I was turned back to the corner and finished my corner time without further incident but the damage was done.

Later that evening, Mom had printed the pictures out and ad put the results into a brand new photo album which had the title of Deanna's Spankings.

If I could have burned the book, I'd have done so gladly.

Dad liked the results so much that my folks decided that they'd record every punishment and in the months and then years to come, the album gradually filled out. In the end there were several albums and the most humiliating thing was that the became a sort of chronicle of my growing up.

Aside from my bottom which was, of course, always red in the picture, you could see me get taller, change my hair, get the first bumps that would become "B"-cup breasts and even see when my braces went on and then came off.

Each series of pictures had a place for a caption where the date, the offense and comments on my spanking would be recorded. As innocent as it was when I was 6, the idea of a large series of naked pictures of me became a key motivator for good behaviour as I got older. I lived with the fear that the albums would fall into the wrong hands and begged my parents to destroy them.

I can remember as though it is yesterday the intense humiliation of seeing one of my uncles being handed a recent album and watching him as he looked at it, then at me, then back at it.

I think I blushed for a week!

Spankings became much less common as I got older but until I moved out of my house, they were still a threat than hung over my head. I married at the age of 24 but even that year, there was a spanking that made it into the album. As a grown woman I had become accustomed to obeying my parents especially during spankings and never thought to demand they stop.

When I got engaged though, I figured that chapter of my life had come to an end. It was absolutely shocking to me when they had a private dinner with Kevin and I (Kevin was my fiancé) and during dinner presented him with a large gift.

He was very appreciative but when he saw that the box contained my entire collection of albums - 4 in all his eyes widened.

As he flipped through the albums, Mom and Dad described how they had kept me in line and recommended that he keep the regime going.

He has of course.

There are 6 albums now and we've been married almost 10 years. There's also a private album that isn't so much about my spankings as what happens afterwards.

Oh yes, Kevin still spanks me. It's become part of a lifestyle they call BDSM. It stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism. (We're very much into the "D" part). Kevin has two kinds of spankings for me. The first kind is more like the ones I got from my parents. They're to correct my behaviour. The second kind is more fun. After one of those kinds of spankings from Kevin, I end up usually very hot and horny and he's got lots and lots of pictures from that too. We don't keep those pictures in the same albums. We enjoy looking at them - the pictures of me blindfolded, tied, teased with toys (both front and back!) and pictures of us teasing each other in a million different ways. Of course, a lot of them show my still red bottom but I don't mind because those pictures are really for us.

Close friends and, of course, my parents continue to be able to see my spankings - even as a woman in her mid-thirties, it is alternately horrifying and exciting to have someone be able to see my pictures like that.

And now, the plan comes full circle. We have two kids: both wonderful but both rambunctious. Little Karen is 7 now and we've finally decided that her spankings should follow mine. I picked up an album this morning and she's going to get her first pictures in it later today after her spanking.