When I was a boy, my family had a large “out-building” about 30 yards behind the main house (I grew up on a small working ranch).
This multi-purpose out-building was larger than the house. Part of the building was a barn. Part was a woodshed area. Part was my father's workshop area. Part was a garage area for the family automobiles. Part was a garage area for ranch vehicles. Part was general storage for ranch equipment.
The workshop and the woodshed areas were right next to each other (like dining rooms are always next to kitchens). This was because we sometimes did the final cutting and splitting of firewood in the workshop area, and the firewood was then easily stacked into the adjacent woodshed area. Also, we stored other categories of wood/lumber in the woodshed (not just firewood), including plywood and 2x4 studs, etc.
Corporal punishment from Mom usually meant going over her lap for a bare bottom paddling with her hairbrush. If Mom's discipline did not produce a repentant attitude and improved behavior, she would ask Dad to deal with us (me and my sisters). Usually, this meant calling him at work to let him know that one (or more) of his children required his attention. After speaking with Dad, Mom would usually inform the naughty child/children that, “You will have an appointment with your Father in his workshop after dinner this evening.” Dad had a carpenter's ruler and a razor strop hanging on the wall in his workshop…
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A tanning from Dad usually required that I would undress and drape my naked body over one of Dad's sawhorses. But, there were occasions when the sawhorses were somewhere else (at a job site, in the back of a ranch pick-up truck, etc). When this happened, I was almost always told to bend myself over a cord of firewood in the woodshed area.