From: riharpist@aol.com (RIharpist)
Subject: New story by Gigi: Elija 1813
Date: 18 Mar 1997 23:34:07 GMT

        As with the others, this is an ancestral account that is purely
fictional, centered around a person who is in my family.  Elija was six at
the time of this story.  If you are offended by stories involving the
spanking of young children, please do not read.  As you know, this was
common practice at that time.  Please do not copy or use this story
without my permission.  Thanks.

                              Elija 1813
                               by Gigi

        Elija lived in Connecticut, his father being a a carpenter by
trade. He loved his father -- adored him, and imitated everything that he
did, especially loving to be with him while he worked in his shop.  His
father always gave him some soft wood, a small hammer, and some large
roofing nails (big heads) for practice, and Elija worked right along side
of him.  Father and son loved each other's company.  Elija was never
permitted to be in the shop without his father, however.

        One day, while his father was out on a job, Elija went into the
shop "just to look at things".  He had no intention of touching anything
-- it just felt good to be there.  His mother saw him, called him out, and
scolded him.  He was warned not to return, or there would be trouble. 
Reluctantly, Elija obeyed.

        After lunch, Elija was playing near the workshop and peeked in the
windows.  Then, he looked in the doorway, and the next thing he knew, he
was inside.  He went to the wall where the tools were hanging and lovingly
touched each one that he could reach.  Soon, a small saw was in his hands.
 He had never held one before, although he had watched his father using
one often.  He leaned it on the work bench and moved it ever so slightly. 
It made a small groove.  Elija took the saw out, looked at the groove, and
then placed the saw back in, fascinated.  He sawed back and forth, just a
bit, and then a bit more.  Now the groove was getting deeper.  

        Just as he was becoming truly involved, he felt a strong hand
remove the saw from him and watched his father return the saw to the wall.
 With a deep scowl on his face, Elija's father ran his fingers through the
groove in the work bench and then turned to his shaken young son.

        "There is no need for an explanation, my lad.  I know what you've
been up to.  It will be a warming of your bottom for this one". he said. 
He lifted Elija up and carried him to his bedroom, where he undid Elija's
britches, pulled them down, and left him standing there in tears.

        Returning to the room, he held a large, hand made paddle, kept on
the hallway wall for just this type of occasion.  He reached down and
lifted Elija up and under his arm, facing backwards in a "football carry"
position.  With one knee on a chair, and Elija's bottom high in the air,
his father began to paddle that naughty, bare behind very hard.  The grip
around Elija's waist was tight, so no matter how he squirmed and kicked,
he could not get free.  The paddle spanked those naked buttocks again and
again, and Elija was howling.  When he was set down, he dropped to the
floor sobbing and hanging on to his naked behind.  His father pulled him
to his feet and dressed him once more.  He was marched to the kitchen, and
he faced corner time until supper.