had no
experience."

Another lady states that when a little girl of 4 or 5 the
servants used to smack her nates with a soft brush to amuse
themselves (undoubtedly, as she now believes, this gave them a
kind of sexual pleasure); it did not hurt her, but she disliked
it. Her father used to whip her severely on the nates at this age
and onward to the age of 13, but this never gave her any
pleasure. When, however, she was about 9 she began in waking
dreams to imagine that she was whipping somebody, and would
finish by imagining that she was herself being whipped. She would
make up stories of which the climax was a whipping, and felt at
the same time a pleasurable burning sensation in her sexual
parts; she used to prolong the preliminaries of the story to
heighten the climax; she felt more pleasure in the idea of being
whipped than of whipping, although she never experienced any
pleasure from an actual whipping. These day-dreams were most
vivid when she was at school, between the ages of 11 and 14. They
began to fade with the growth of affection for real persons. But
in dreams, even in adult life, she occasionally experienced
sexual excitement accompanied by images of smacking.

Another correspondent, this time a man, writes: "I experienced
the connection between sexual excitement and whipping long before
I knew what sexuality meant or had any notion regarding the
functions of the sexual organs. What I now know to be distinct
sexual feeling used to occur whenever the idea of whipping arose
or the mention of whipping was made in a way to arrest my
attention. I well remember the strange, mysterious fascination it
had, even apart from any actual physical excitement. I have been
told by many men and a few women that it was the same with them.
Even now the feeling exists sometimes, especially when reading
about whipping."

The following confession, which I find recorded by a German
manufacturer's wife, corresponds with those I have obtained in
England: "When about 5 years old I was playing with a little girl
friend in the park. Our governesses sat on a bench talking. For
some reason--perhaps because we had wandered away too far and
failed to hear a call to return--my friend aroused the anger of
the governess in charge of her. That young lady, therefore, took
her aside, r