He just had to stand there

 Trembling, bare, while Uncle Rick—angry from the bourbon—raised his voice. 

Fair faced Alex got a very specific type of discipline.

“Get over that workbench.”

SLAP went the belt, as he unfurled it from his waist…

Crying won’t help

Uncle had been going at Bradley’s cheeks for quite some time with the belt. The slaps finally stopped, but in hardly a minute, out came Aunt Gladys with her paddle. 

“Bruce, he is not done yet,” she said icily, handing it over to the gruff man.

“I’d like to see a darker shade.”

A heavenly redneck summer for the girls, and a rather tough one for 19 year old Sampson.
 

All throughout the house

His stepmother called it “the bare chair”…

Or “corner time”.

It seemed to happen when the house was quite full…