Friday, May 2, 2008

The Woodshed


Recently I came across this delicious passage in a novel I was reading:
"A woodsman's house," mused the girl who was oldest, staring at me through the darkness. "A place with a house, a stable - and perhaps a woodshed. My father's house had no more than a small woodshed, yet that was where my sisters and brothers and I were taken, to be punished. The polished switch stung more greatly there than any other place, and this, I think, is true of all woodsheds."
I know a lot of you read this sort of thing regularly. Can anyone guess the author, the genre, main character, or possibly even the name of the book?

Off to the woodshed with you for six strokes of the switch, given or received according to your preference, for each correct or close-enough answer.

Or you can just tell me if you have a woodshed, or if you have any plans to visit one in the near future.

9 comments:

Greenwoman said...

Thanks for the link Hermione. That's sweet!

I was really loving this post. You have a rare wit when it comes to this topic. I really enjoy your writing.

My guy with the switch is snoring in the recliner at the moment...but I have no doubt whatsoever that at some point before the weekend is over I'll feel the sting of his hand. *smiles*

Dr. Ken said...

This is a totally wild guess, but the first name that came to my mind--perhaps because of the picture--was Laura Ingalls Wilder.

Dr. Ken

Michael said...

I'm with Dr. Ken in that I think it is a mainstream novel and not a spanko genre book. It is a wonderful passage no matter the source. Fun post, Hermione, thanks.

Michael

Anonymous said...

There are a lot of authors out there that use this type of thing in writing their books! It could be Laura Ingalls Wilder like Dr. Ken suggested but I don't think so since I have read her books! LOL! It could be but I don't think so.

Dr. Ken said...

"The Littler House By The Outhouse Behind The Little House On The Prairie"?
I'd say there's a less than 1% chance of my being right, but like I said--first name that popped into my head.
It's a nice passage, and I could see it coming from a variety of genres--anything from a fairy tale or children's offering (The Brothers Grimm, or one of the Lemony Snicket books, or even Narnia) all the way to Steven King...
I look forward to the answer.

Dr. Ken

Michelle said...

HA HA I remember reading Little House on the Prarie books for the purpose of coming across spanking passages!

I think a woodshed would be amazing, besides my boyfriend always says he wants to have fun in a semi public place-- We were thinking camping-- I say we find a woodshed!!
Holla!
Michelle

Brooke D said...

Hermione~
I have always wondered what mystique a woodshed could hold for spankos. Maybe it is my age and the fact that I have never even seen one, but I imagine it to be a dark, spider-crawling place which I would detest. I abhor small, dark locales and I would love some insight on what it is that makes a woodshed so interesting to people "like us" :) I also read your comments on Bonnie's Brunch this week and I was wondering about the canes in your entryway. Have they been used on you? I have never been caned, but would like to try it someday. I imagine it is deliciously stingy. Thanks for blogging, I really enjoy hearing more mature (I consider myself to be a newbie and relatively inexperienced in life and such) members of the spankosphere and their opinions!

River

sixofthebest said...

For me the woodshed conjures up a rural nostalgic place, where naughty ladies such as wife, daughter, maid, female cook, nanny where taken to have their bottoms warmed. Yes, they all had to bend over a gnarled old wooden table, their wrinkled dresses raised waist high, their old-fashioned knickers, taken down, and walloped good on their bare bottoms, with a birchrod, cane, or whip.

sixofthebest said...

For me the woodshed conjures up a rural nostalgic place, where naughty ladies such as wife, daughter, maid, female cook, nanny where taken to have their bottoms warmed. Yes, they all had to bend over a gnarled old wooden table, their wrinkled dresses raised waist high, their old-fashioned knickers, taken down, and walloped good on their bare bottoms, with a birchrod, cane, or whip.