The Woodshed Part 3

As he enters the Woodshed she can hear the wood floor creak with every step he takes toward her exposed bottom.  In her position of punishment she's unaware Mrs. Taylor has been invited to witness her bottom turn from a soft white to a rosy red blush.

It takes no time at all for his palm to begin its dance on her two firm orbs.

First, one side and then the other as she lets out a whimper with each smack.  From her experience she can tell this spanking is going to take some time.

Unaware of Mrs. Taylor's presence she begins her pleas for the spanking to end soon after it's just begun.

So soon into the spanking this causes each landing of the palm to sting just a bit more than the last.

Mrs. Taylor moves to the side window of the Woodshed for a closer look but the old windowpane obstructs the spanking more than it reveals.

Back at the front door she can clearly see the young girls bottom is beginning to turn the same shade as her shirt.

A lawn chair was provided so Mrs. Taylor sits down to get a more comfortable view of this Woodshed lesson.

With her bottom beginning to sting she makes the mistake of reaching back with the hope her spanking will stop.  How soon they forget that by doing that it only causes the spanking to continue longer and most times with more severity.

The Woodshed Part 2

All along she begins to think maybe she'll slip out of the shed and backyard unnoticed.  But that thought soon goes away when she remembers what happened the first and last time she did that.

With the light smell of gasoline and grass trimmings lingering in the air she begins to unsnap the button to her shorts as she recalls the last time she was in the shed.

In fact it was just a few days earlier when she went in, closed the door and removed all of her cloths.  She wasn't there to be punished but instead she was there to remember the last spanking in that shed.  She left the door open just a crack as she assumed the position and then fingered herself to climax as she recalled each swat to her naughty bottom.

She was hoping then, ever so slightly, that she'd be caught and punished right then and there.  Now here she was back again but this time for real.

With the door open for everyone at the house to see she turns to find out if anyone is watching.

She becomes more and more nervous as the minutes tick by knowing that if she's not ready by the time he gets back it will be worse for her.

Well, down and off with the panties to assume the position she knows she's to be in upon his return.

As she gazes out the side window of the shed she looks to see if Mrs. Taylor is out on her porch having tea.  The last thing she needs to hear again from widow Taylor is how she was taken to the woodshed as a girl and later by her husband, and that she's glad to see the custom hasn't been lost for naughty girls today.

Oh my,..she can hear the gate open to the backyard!  It's about to begin any moment now.