What makes a kink?

In an old house in Paris
That was covered in vines
Lived twelve little girls
In two straight lines
The smallest one, was Madeline

Madeline, by Ludwig Bemelmans

I mentioned in my previous two posts that spanking thoughts and fantasies started around the age of 4-5 for me. The reality is, that’s as far back as I can remember, but it’s possible they were there earlier. I was not spanked (as such) nor do I have memories of seeing other kids spanked, so I don’t know what the catalyst for realization was – there was something, but I can’t identify it. Maybe it was a TV show or a book? Tom spanking Jerry? The playful birthday spankings common in the early 90s that I was subject to every year? Whether innate or forming at some early key point of development, I am unsure. I think, pretty firmly, that this is just how I was made – but at what point was that path set? I don’t know. I feel comfortable saying it’s “lifelong” though. 

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