The barn was a big part in my childhood. Its where I played with my friends, learned to smoke wit my brothers, experimented with my cousins and got my arse spanked by my father. With lived in half a farm house. The other half was my Uncle's whose farm it was. My dad drove a truck.
Being the youngest by five years I got off lightly on the spanking front. My three brothers disappeared to the barn with great regularity. When I was little it was a great mystery. My dad would just say "the barn" and they go changed into their pyjamas, whatever the time of day, pull on their gum boots and head off looking glum. My dad would follow a while later, but he would be the first to return. My brothers would not return for some time. When they did they'd kick off their boots without bending down and head straight for their bedroom, which they hared. They other two would find an excuse to follow.
The mystery was solved for me when I was ten. When I left my junior school, one of the many changes that set in was that my mum stopped spanking me and handed me other to my dad. I think it was only the second week at my new school when I was home late because I got held back. With one loo at the slip from school, my dad said "barn". My mum looked nervous. My dad nodded to second youngest of my brothers and said something to my mum that seemed to calm her. My brother whispered to me to go get into my pyjamas. I slopped upstairs confused but scared When I came back down my brother was waiting by the door. He had his wellies on and was holding mine. He had to guide my legs into the boots, as my legs were by now weak. He lead me out to the barn.
By the time my dad came out I knew what to do and had calmed down a little. My brother had told me that dad had said I was too young for anything other than a spanking. I'd had plenty of those from my mum. She was an expert on impromptu spankings. I'd had my arse spanked pretty much everywhere. In the street, outside the school gates, in friends houses, in the shops. There weren't many people who had not seen my bare backside in our town.
My dad pulled a chair to the middle of the room. I stepped towards him. He grabbed me by my arm with one arm and pulled my pyjamas don with the other. My pants came down with them. I blushed. He ignored my embarrassment and pulled me across his lap. All the spankings my mum had given me was not preparation for what followed. His big hand slapped down hard on my butt. I wriggled and squirmed but the hand kept spanking at my behind. Each stroke alternated between each butt. My head bobbed up and down with each stroke.
After about a dozen swipes he stood me up. I thought it was all over. "I'm sorry dad" I whimpered. "Good." He said "Now you are sorry I we can set about punishing you can't we?" I nodded uncertainly.
"Have you been a bad boy ?"
"Yes daddy"
"What do bad boys deserve?"
" A spanking"
"A spanking, daddy" he barked
" A spanking daddy" I repeated.
"Good boy. So is there anything you want to ask me ?"
I hesitated, confused, but it sank in eventually. He'd spanked any rebellion out of me , now I had to ask to be punished.
"Will you spank me daddy, please?"
"Why?"
"Because I've been a bad boy."
"And ?"
"And bad boys get spanked."
"That's a good boy. Now over my lap."
I bent over his lap. This time he pushed me further over. I grabbed his welly boot fro support. I felt his hand rub my behind.
"Now you tell me when you've be spanked enough."
Whap. The hand came down. Again and again. I rammed my face into his boot to stop myself from crying out.
He puled my up. " Have you been spanked enough do you reckon?" He shook his head slowly to give me a clue. "No daddy".
"Good. I thought not." He slapped me hard on the back of my legs. "Bu that will have to do for now. Any more nonsense from you and I will not be so generous. Stand up straight. Hands on your head. Now you can stand there for an hour and think about what you owe us and why your behaviour is so selfish. When you've finished go straight up to bed."
Well that was my first experience of the barn. I got many more and it wasn't only spankings I got there. To find out about how I grew up and graduated up from being spanked, read part2 which is coming soon.