Author's Note: while most of my stories are true, this one is based on fiction and or fantasy. it could happen, but it didn't to me.
It was the summer of my l5th year. Dad and Mom both thought it would be a good idea if I spent a summer working on my aunt and uncile's farm. I didnt' want to, but I didn't have any choice. It was settled. As soon as school was out, I would be "farmed out" to their place in the country, where I would learn a liittle reponsibility doing the chores, etc. And so...off I went.
The farm was a pretty nice place and I thought I would enjoy taking it easy for the summer. But that wasn't what my uncle and aunt had in store for me. I was going to do what they wanted me to. After Mom and Dad left, they sat me down and told me what was expected of me, and what would happen if I didn't do as I was told. Uncle Don was not someone you wanted to mess with. He had been a farmer for 20+ years, and his hands were rought and worrn from all the farming he had done. It was made clear to me that if I failed to do the chores as I was told, I would be punished.
Big deal, I thought to myself. What would they do? I was fifteen. They would just ground me and keep me dowon on the farm or something like that. I didn't really know what was in store for me. But I sure enough would find out.
The first morning I came down to the breakfast table dressed in khakis thinking I would get a few days to acclimate myself to farm life, nether was that to be. In place of my plate that morning, Aunt Maggie had set out a brand new pair of low-back bib overalls, the kind that have the suspenders buttoned around the badk waistline.
I looked at them and said "You gotta be kidding. I'm not gonna wear those things. They're stupid. Noboby wears bib overalls anymore." But then I looked across the table and Uncle Don was dressed in an old pair just like them. That was my first mistake!
"Young man, you WILL wear them, and you will get upstairs righ now and change into them. We have work to do around here. No loafing for you! Now get upstairs before I take a switch to your butt! Get! NOW!" I could tell by the tone of Uncle Don's voice that he meant business. I hadn't been spanked for years now, and I wasn't going to if I could avoid it. that's for sure.
After feeling like a hayseed for a few days dressed up in those dumb overalls, I began to lke working side by side Uncle Don. The work wasn't really all that hard., and it was out in the sun all day. Except that some days I really would rather have gone fishing or swimming for the day.
One day I decided to do just that... go fishing. I got up early in the morning and put those overalls on and took off before Uncle Don could corner me and put me to work. I thought to myself everyone deserves a day off, so I made it my day off. By noon I was getting hungry, so I headed back to the farm for lunch. When I got back to the house, Uncle Don was standing in the doorway. " I got something for you out in the barn, Mike. Come on out there wiith me." I thought maybe he had decided to reward me for my hard work. But that sure wasn't the case.
When we go inside the barn, Uncle Don closed the doors behind us. I looked around and didn't see anything but the usual couple of bales of hay sitting in the corner. Uncle Don looked at me and walked over and sat down on the bales. Then he called me over to him. In a very calm tone of voice, he explained how disappointed he was that I had taken off without telling him, and how it would have been nice if I had asked for trhe day off. Then came the words I still recall: "....but since you can't seem to be honest with your aunt and me, I think it'ts time you learned a lesson. "
The next thing I knew, he had me by the arm and he pulled me over to him and bent me over his knees. I couldn't believe it. I was 15 years old and he was going to spank me. But that wasn't all. "Young man, you deserve just what you are going to get, and before I am through, you won't be sittiing down for a week. Then it happened....I discovered why I was given a pair of low-back bib overalls. While he held my arms with one hand, he unbuttoned the back and sides of my overalls with the other, and exposed by brief-clad butt to the air. Whack! Whack! Whack! I felt the back of that big broad hand of his coming down on my butt for what seemed like eternity. OW! Man did it jhurt. My but was on fire after just a few whacks. And this went on for a good ten minutes or more. I was sure it would never end. And I was bawling like a baby, begging for him to let me go, but he kept it up. I had never gotten a spanking like that.
Then he let me up, and scoled me some more for not being honest with him. I was glad it was over. But Uncle Don WASN'T through with me yet. I scrambled to hook up my overalls again, and was ready to leave and go to my room, when he said "I ain't finished with you yet, boy!" That was when he walked over to the barn wall and came back with this big round wooden paddle. " I used this on my kids grownig up, and now I am gonna use it on you! Stand still!
Then he began swatting my already sore butt. It hurt like hell. Each whack landed harder and harder, as he held me by the shoulders and kept swatting me with that paddle across the seat of my overallls. Man, was I burning up. I think he gave me at least 40-50 whacks before he quit. I was in utter agony.
"Now get your butt in there to the house!" he ordered. Needless to say I complied.
Aunt Maggie was standing over rhe stove with a plate for me to eat my lunch, but somehow I just wasnt' hungry any more. But Uncle Don said, " Now don't get Aunt Maggie upset with you, too!" Just as I was about to sit down, Aunt Maggie pulled a pillow out of the cabinet beneat the sink. She knew I had gotten it. "You might want to use this for a couple of days. I'm sure you are gonna need it." I didn't disagree.
When I was alllowed to leave the table, I went straight to my room rubbing my butt all the way. I could still feel the heat coming clear through the seat of my overalls. I peeled them down in front of the dresser mirror and loioked at the damage. My butt was red hot all over. Not a space was left unmarked.
Needless to say, the rest of the summer I spent working, and never took a day off unless Uncle Don said I could. The memory of that "something" in the barn is still with me. And now I know why they make bib overalls with a low-back....so they can be peeled off in a quick second. That paddle is still hanging on the barn wall. And maybe some day I will have to take it down to use on one of my kds when we go for a visit to the farm.