bent4licks: I met a guy who lived in the Rockies while I was out there. He owned a big property in t
bent4licks: I met a guy who lived in the Rockies while I was out there. He owned a big property in the mountains that had a woodshed fully equipped with paddles and straps. I went over to his house one day for a paddling. He marched me out there slowly. He ordered me to drop my pants and underwear and assume the position. While I was complying to his wishes, he picked out a paddle with holes that was frat length. I was grabbing my ankles for the paddle, waiting in anticipation. He positioned himself behind me and started to admonish me about my bad behavior. “This is the third time that we had to come out here because of your behavior. I will make sure that my message gets through to you this time. I am going to paddle you bare assed until your ass is extremely red. Give me a count, boy!” CRAAACK!!! I have been looking forward to a woodshed paddling all week. I was ready for a severe paddling! CRAAACK!!! The holes in the paddle were sizable, so it didn’t pinch my flesh. CRAAACK!!! The echo was intense! CRAAACK!!! Didn’t miss the count either. CRAAACK!!! CRAAACK!!! CRAAACK!!! CRAAACK!!! I was yelping by the 8th lick. CRAAACK!!! My eyes were watering now and I was fighting not to cry. CRAAACK!!! By the 14th lick, I was shouting at each lick. CRAAACK!!! Full blown crying by the 20th lick. CRAAACK!!! He finally stopped paddling me after 24 licks. He hung up the paddle and walked out of the woodshed. I waited about 10 minutes before pulling up my pants. I was enjoying the feeling of the cool air on my ass. I walked over to the house and he gave me some coffee and we talked for quite some time (me standing of course). It was late October, so I got to make 3 more trips to the woodshed. 2 paddlings and a big dose of the razor strop. -- source link