When I was a teenager and dealing with untreated depression, whenever I was on vacation with my family I would leave the room in the evenings and walk around the hotel. I’d stroll around every floor, just thinking about whatever crossed my mind. I guess it was like meditation, in a way.

However, after having gone to multiple spanking parties, I wonder what would have gone through my mind if I’d come across one while doing my hotel perambulations, all those years ago.

My mind probably would have been completely blown, to be honest.

Of course, I wouldn’t have been able to see anything or participate in anything — spanking parties are very good about badge checking and ID checking — but I certainly would have wanted to participate. I mean, I’ve been interested in spanking for as long as I can remember. I’m sure, while walking around the hotel back in those days, I was hoping to meet someone, hoping to talk to someone, hoping for some sort of connection to be made. At the time I likely wasn’t actively thinking about it being a spanking connection, but I suppose it could have been, if I’d been lucky.

These days I don’t walk around hotels anymore. These days my depression is treated. I still deal with it, but it’s not so bad thanks to medication.

And when I’m at hotels, I don’t seem to notice random teenagers just walking around, trapped in their own heads. Maybe it was just me who did that. I don’t know.