This cover of an old Janus publication represents a pivotal moment in my life. I have never actually read the book and I have no idea what is in it. But I saw it one summer at a caravan site shop when I was 16. I didn’t work up the nerve to buy it and probably wouldn’t have been sold it anyway.
However, beyond the joy or several surreptitious passes of the shelf while I looked at comics what it represented was that somewhere out there in the world someone was writing books about spanking. To those that were born in a post-Internet world it is hard to convey what that means.
