The Woodshed

This is a story about my first spanked to tears experience. Enjoy.

The Woodshed

I sit inside waiting

As the sounds of nature chirp outside the cold wooden door

Nervously biting my bottom lip

Hands slightly trembling on my lap

My stomach is in knots

Knowing what is to come

Passing minutes seem like hours

Finally she enters

My eyes strive to meet her gaze

“You know why we’re here,” she says

“Yes, ma’am,” I manage to utter

The words struggling to escape my throat

I’m bent over a saddle

Jeans pulled down to my knees

A flush comes to my face

As my thong clad backside is exposed

I brace myself as the spanking starts

Her hand delivering hard smacks to my bottom

She switches to the strap

Scolding me between swats

My feet are kicking

My bottom quickly reddening and stinging

And then it happens

I begin to sob

I’m surprised by the tears

And the feeling of relief that they bring

The strap continues to bite into my flesh

But I hardly notice the pain

I feel my tension and stress float away

With each rhythmic thud

The spanking concludes

And I stand on unsteady legs

Pulling myself back together

Catching my breath as the sobs decrease

She embraces me

And helps me dry my tears