When my wife and I take road trips and drive along rural roads, sometimes a handsome woodshed stands sternly like a sentinel behind a family farmhouse. When we spot one, she reminds me how much she wishes we lived out in the country where there is fresh air, lots of room and one of those beauties, freshly painted a bright red. MβLady tells me how much she loves the idea of taking me to the woodshed where I would be required to take my pants down and bend over for an old-fashioned strapping on my bare bottom. Truth be told, Iβve long desired that experience myself. I know what some of you are thinking. Be careful what you ask for, right? (π΄lπ΄)π₯π