The Best and the Worst Place for Spanking?
Daddy Ron from Chicago is particularly into taking his two boys from the Northside to the Woodshed. Turns out, he’s not the only one. Online the other day, and I saw a post from Alan Schmidt about his favorite place as well.
“Hands Down, That’s Easy!”
a blogpost by Alan Schmidt
The worst for me is, hands down, a hotel. Oh my! Everything is wrong about a hotel—from having to pay for a room that I am going to punished in (that for the record I refuse to do, I am leaving with a fire on my bottom, for goodness sakes!). But then the noise factor: turning a T.V. up loud or being told not to yell out when it hurts. BLAH! I hate hotels for my Spankings!
The best place for a Spanking is, hands down: the woodshed!
I have been “Lucky” (Ha!) enough to be in a few over my adult years, and no trip to the shed has disappointing. Two of them were not only exactly sheds, but the Men had built very nice storage sheds (of course, they also knew they were going to take a naughty boy in their for discipline), but regardless of the space, the shed is very special destination for adult boy correction.
First of all the location. All were a good distance from the main house and required a hike to get there. On my very first trip, I was told I would take the walk to the Woodshed in just my underpants and socks. And I have to admit, I freaked out a bit (Me outside in my just my briefs!), but it was in a very private area and no one passing by would ever have been able to see.
Still, walking outside in just my white pants didn’t thrill me, but that walk to the shed gives you plenty of time to reflect on what is going to happen when your inside the shed. For most of us, this anticipation is a mix of the best and worst feelings possible. With each step you get closer to the shed, and you know soon a razor strop will be waiting to teach and punish you.
One of the Men always made sure the shed was a mess when we got there, so I would have to help get it in order. Helping to clear the stage for your forthcoming strapping is not a good feeling either! But you know you had better help, because you are in trouble already. I also like to hear that the shed door is being locked behind me. Now I am not foolish enough to even think about running out of the shed, but hearing the shed door lock is a sound I can recall even now.
So there you are in the shed, just your underpants to your name and with a man who has a job to correct you for behavior, out in the back of nowhere. I can scream, howl, and sob as needed. No one will be bothered.
Now that the space is ready, the saw horse must be put in place, and often I am the one that has to place it. The only thing left is to take my position over it and have my underpants lowered. I like to hear some kind of formal question like, "Mr. Schmidt are you ready for your underpants to be lowered?“
Like what can I say ? No??! I have to muster a ”Yes, Sir!“
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