Spanked In The Barn

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I grew up on a farm in Saugus, Mississippi.  We were the only black family in the neighborhood and often found ourselves getting into fights with the other kids on the street. None of them ever came out and said they hated blacks, but they would provoke us to get into serious trouble.  When I was ten years old, I got the only bare bottom spanking of my life.  I had been told to stay away from the Sharper family children because they were up to no good, according to my parents.  When I arrived home from school one day, I noticed Maxwell, the youngest kid in the family, smoking a cigarette in his front yard.  No one was home and he asked me if I wanted to take a puff because it was fun.  Forgetting what my father had told me I said sure.   Just as I was inhaling, I saw our car come around the corner and I saw my dad staring at me over the wheel.  He drove into the driveway and called me over.  He then told me to go to the barn and wait for him.  A few minutes later he arrived, carrying a big razor strap.  Very calmly he told me to pull down my pants and underpants and bend over a pile of hay.  This was all a new experience to me.  I did as I was told and a second later my father began to strap my bare bottom.  The pain was unbearable and I could hardly take in a breath before he struck again.  My mother came out and watched as her little boy received the longest, hardest spanking of his life.  I never disobeyed them again.