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“You ever tried it?” I asked Julie. It was early in the afternoon. We sipped Chardonnay and picked at a cheese and fruit platter. “What? No, never.” She hesitated. “Have you?” “No, but I’d like to.” “You’re kidding,” she said. “Why?” “I don’t know. I suppose it’s because it goes against everything we’ve ever been taught. You know, don’t smack the children. Be kind and people will be kind back.” “Yeah, but this is s*x with power.” “Not necessarily,” I said. “What else could it be?” “Enjoyment.” “How could someone enjoy another person beating on them?” “It’s not beating, it’s spanking, and it arouses them sexually.” “And you’d know because?” “Because I’ve witnessed it.” “You haven’t,” she said, shocked. “Have you? Who? Who did you see?” “I’m not going to tell you who, just tha