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Jim Copen / DST

Jimmy in the Woodshed

As Nancy was taking care of my mother at the house, Les lead me down a long path to the woodshed. He opened the door and turned on the light as it was starting to get dark looking out at the path we just walked through the open window. Once my eyes adjusted to the light I looked around the room. On the walls hanging on nails were all kinds of different size straps and belts. Some wide, some with holes and some without, some long and some short and two well used Barber Strops which used to be used for sharpening straight razors. There was one wooden chair and a padded wooden horse in the middle of the room. Two mirrors were positioned on the left and right sides of the padded horse so you could see what was happening.

Les sat down on the chair and called me over and I sat on his lap. He hugged me and then said..." Our sessions here will be the toughest part of your visit here this weekend. Your mom brought you here because your attitude has been stinky to say the least and it needs to be adjusted. I have over the years done the same thing to your older brothers so she knows what I do will work for you. Not everyone is the same so sometimes it takes more than one weekend to get the results she wants to see in you. So the first two applications will be tonight and tomorrow night. Other light hand spankings or the hairbrush or wooden spoon will also happen throughout the rest of the weekend. So I am asking you now, do you understand what is about to take place?" With tears building up in my eyes I look up at Uncle Les and say "Yes Sir." Knowing that was the answer he was looking for. He kissed me on the forehead and said I want you to get totally undressed while I go and select the straps I will use for this session. You may fold and put your clothes on the table against the wall. I got up from his lap and went to get undressed and fold my clothes putting them neatly on the table while he went to the wall and got down one wide belt with holes spaced a few inches apart, another wide belt with no holes and one of the razor strops. He put them on a table by the padded horse.

Once undressed I went over to the horse and Uncle Les positioned me over it and secured my legs and then my arms so I couldn't kick or reach back to protect my very bare bottom. Uncle stood behind me on my right side and started spanking my tush with his hand, right cheek then left then in the middle. [ Spank, Spank, Spank. Spank Spank]. I could feel the warmth building in my bottom. He stopped and picked up the wide belt with the holes. He moved to my left side, bringing the belt back he flicked his wrist and the belt landed in the middle of my bubble butt. At that point the pain was getting to me and I yelled " Ow, Ow!" Again and again he brought the belt back and then forward going up and down my now very red and stripped hiney. "OUCH, OUCH" I screamed, " Please Uncle Les, I cried, I'll be a good boy. Please No more." After ten more licks he stopped and gently rubbed my very red bottom. I calmed down a little bit, he picked up the strap without the holes, moved to my right side and started again saying...I hope you will remember this so you will be a good boy for your mom . { Swack, Swack, Swack Swack Swack} the strap went across both of my very res ass cheeks. The sound reverberating around the woodshed like a loud cap gun in rapid fire. I kept screaming " OW Ow No more Please" but to no avail the belt continued for another ten swats. Uncle stopped and then gently rubbed my dark red bottom round and round until I started to calm down. He stopped and picked up the Barber Strop. I saw it through my tears which were streaming down my face. I yelled .. ..."NO NO PLEASE UNCLE I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE." He stood on my left side, brought the strop back and then brought it forward going across my dark red hiney right in the middle. I let out a blood curdling scream, again and again as he finished the Straping with Six Hard Smacks of the Strop.

By the time he dropped the Strop, my eyes were dripping tears onto the floor in front of the horse. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Uncle Les went to the table and got some cold cream and started applying it to my swollen red behind. It didn't take long to feel its cooling effect and I started to calm down. Fifteen minutes later, Uncle Les took of the restraints from my legs and wrists and helped me up from the padded horse. He took me in his arms and said...I know by the time the weekend is over you will be a well attitude adjusted young man." I just cried into his shoulder and hick uped " Yes I will sir." He hung up the belts and strops, picked up my clothes, opened the door to the shed and turned out the light and walked me back to the house and upstairs to my room. I went to bed on my tummy with just the sheet over me. I was totally exhausted and slept till morning.

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