The Shed

Dad didn't mess around when it came to giving out butt whuppins....he would take us out back to the old shed and make us strip down and call us in one by one to receive our lickins! It didn't matter to my dad who was around either....friends, family or neighbors....if they were there they were gonna get a show!

He had a bench that was waist high that we would have to bend over and present our butts for the strap! Sometimes if he had something he was working on that was cluttering up the bench he would just make us stand there with our hands behind our heads and strap our butts like that....trust me, it's much easier to take a whuppin with something to hold on to!

He had an old thick piece of leather that he attached a handle that would leave us crying and begging within seconds! You would think that he would be tired by the time he got to the last of us but it seemed like the whuppins were more intense.....maybe it was because of the anticipation of what was coming or hearing our brothers screaming and crying while he was getting his butt blistered and us knowing that we would be getting the same in a few minutes. After he roasted our behinds real good he would have us get dressed and sent us to the house but if any one of us put up to much of a fight during our whuppin he would give us another round with the strap and believe me....a second whuppin from my dad is something you didn't want!