Wood Shed and low crime rates?

Did you ever wonder? AS wood sheds disappeared, snotty kids, smart ass remarks, truancy, and grade school averages fell.

I'm guessing, you being the astute woman you are, are getting the message. Being lackuster, being an underachiever, having a slovenly attitude just doesn't cut it.

Well, "Enter The Aunt"!! That's right, you heard me just fine young man. It's time Aunty introduced you to her woodshed, and all its accouterments.

You know how 'first impressions" play a major role in the establishment of who is in charge, and who is about to get a world class ass whipping.

Over there young man, Strip, hang your cloths where you'll be able to find them with tears in your eyes. I promise you a "Life Lesson" you will never forget!

My knees started wobbling, my stomach turning, slowly I followed as instructed. "Dawdling will cause you an extra dozen, move it before I add more.

Standing there with my wee wee (it shrunk so small I thought it disappeared) exposed, my eyes watering already and staring at a wood working horse standing in the middle of the room with ample swing room, and the strap which was conspicuously hanging on its side. The bench (horse) was like a "kneeler" with a padded top and rather ominous looking leather attachment points for wrists and back of knees.

It only took a few moments to be bent over its padded top, my behind conspicuously presented and my wrists firmly secured. The final attachment was a strap of leather about two inches wide draped across the back of my bent knees to complete my introduction to the "Wood Shed" "Cure".

Did I mention my aunt was a world class spanker, my mom assured us as kids they never wanted to be on the receiving side of one of her spankings, and now here I was!

My aunt just walked over took a stance along side, leaned over and gently touch my behind. I felt like I was being measured for an ass replacement.

Whoosh, smack, yelp, terrifying pain shot up and across my entire backside, down my legs and back up again, Any vow previously made us instantly amended.

Whoosh, smack, yell, whoosh smack, yell. I don't know if you have ever experience a good old fashion spanking butt I can tell you it is life changing. Imagine Two dozen for not doing my job right, two dozen for cursing, one dozen to help me remember the reason for the first four dozen and then One Extra Dozen for "Dawdling". Five dozen, sixty stripe with the leather belt, approximately five seconds apart = five minutes + 2 minutes between each set of a dozen is another 8 minutes. That means that in the matter of approximately less than 15 minutes I received the most painful, spanking you could ever want to imagine. It took another good five minutes still tied down to recover before I was released and ten more dancing around, crying my eyes out, begging forgiveness, pledging a life of contrition and dedication to the welfare of chickens, total about 1/2 hour.

Am I getting my message across. If you want to see me cry just mention a trip to the woodshed.

Naughty Little Boy