A Trip to Woodshed

"Autsch! That stings really bad..." Belinda whimpered, carefully looking behind her back. She heard, how the farmer left the woodshed about fifteen minutes ago, but still was too scared not just to leave the corner he put her into, but also to rub her burning bottom. Of course, it was her fault, she got punished. She really shouldn't scare geese by riding right into their flock on her motorcycle, but she still was sure, that the farmer was too cruel with her.

Belinda really hated being spanked. And that was exactly what the farmer did to her. He made her stop, pull up her skirt and pull down her panties and bend over her own motorcycle! And then he took off his leather belt and... Well, that surely weren't a minutes of her life, she would like to recall any time. Just like all the minutes she ever received a spanking before and will receive in future. And the belt was one of her most hated implements. Why? If only because it is a thing, which is somehow almost always around when it comes to corporal punishments. And it stings naughty butts pretty terrible! The thing Belinda learned many years ago and regularly received reminders. Much more regularly than she liked!

The German girl finally pluck up enough courage to give her terrible sore bottom few gentle rubs. She was even a bit grateful to the farmer for putting her in the corner. At least, she got some time to get her poor bottom to cool off, but even the thoughts that she'll need to continue her trip through American countryside on her bike, which she was so happy about just about a hour ago, were now terrifying her.

"Autsch!!! Mein arme Popo..."