Bare Bottom Switching
Years ago I spent a week on my Aunt and Uncle's farm. My cousin and I decided to try smoking, so we stole cigs from my Aunt's purse. We went behind a big pile of hay bales, which was a good place to hide, except for the fire. We tried to lie our way out of it but to no avail. We had several offences: stealing, lying, smoking, starting a fire. My Aunt marched us out behind the barn. I waited with her while my cousin went to find a appropriate switch. He knew better than to bring back one that wouldn't work. When he got back, she ordered us to drop our pants, underwear and all. I stood there with my pants around my ankles while he got the whooping of his life. Next it was my turn. She held my left wrist and whacked my behind with the switch. Every time it made me jump, but I was hobbled by the pants around my ankles. Later his sister teased us that she was going to call that the "Woodshed Dance". I know my cousin hated it, but afterward I must admit I kind of liked it.
Did you get a hard on