A Memory Man Production
Your widowed father is in poor health and is in need of care. Your home is not big enough to accommodate him and you make the big decision to sell up and return with your spouse and 13yo son Trevor to the much larger childhood home you expect to inherit and which fortunately is within commuting distance of your work.
The change has the most effect on Trevor because it meant him changing schools and making new friends but he doesn't really mind because he dotes on his grandpa. Trevor is generally well behaved and although you have a good relationship with him he is independently minded and from time to time shows a rebellious streak which earns him a spanking. Once he became a teen, and a somewhat mouthy one at that, his spankings have been augmented by applications of your belt. Since you moved over a month ago Trevor has settled, mucked in and been very helpful, also his presence seems to have reinvigorated your dad.
Winter is approaching and although the house is centrally heated it has a featured stone fireplace that gives out a cheerful friendly warmth whenever you choose to light it in the coldest months. You have ordered in a load of logs and Trevor is helping you to split them and stack them in the woodshed when he notices a cobweb encrusted strap hanging on the wall.
"What's this for?" He asks lifting it down.
"That WAS for my butt when your grandpa brought me out here for a hiding"
"Wow! Did you really get taken out to the woodshed for an old fashioned strapping from this, I bet that REALLY hurt" he exclaimed slashing the strap down across the saw horse.
"It sure did, and that's where I got it, bending across that." You smiled. "You can drop your pants and try it if you like"
"Thanks Dad, but I think I'll pass."
Trevor though gave you quite a funny look when you mused "You are getting a bit old to be dropping your pants in front of your mother, perhaps I should start bringing you out here for your hidings.
Trevor had started flouting his general curfew, not by much, but since he is still making new friends you have given him some leeway although you did warn him, only part seriously, each time he came in late that he could be heading for the woodshed if he didn't start to follow the rules.
When he slipped back to stretch your indulgence further you decided enough was enough and one night took him seriously to task about it and put him on a last warning. The dressing down you gave him didn't sit well with him and he started running his mouth. An angry exchange was developing when he suddenly broke it off and started to walk away.
You called "Where do you think you are going?"
"To the bloody woodshed; where do you think?" He calls back over his shoulder.
Do you follow him? ..........and will that old strap perhaps be shedding its remaining cobwebs?