So it’s my turn. I am suddenly aware of my own submissiveness. I don’t resist or protest. I don’t say a word.

I am brought out into a large dirt area. There in the middle are the stocks. The woman with the paddle turns to me. She has long blond hair. She is average height for a female but she is very muscular. She looks like she works out. She is tan skinned, just standing there looking at me holding the paddle up still.

Thoughts in my head fight each other. I want the whipping to make me cry. Will I be able to ask her if I will cry. Seems so weird to be turned on by this. Do people do infractions just to face this. I want to face this.

I can’t help but feel myself hard. The one disadvantage of being male. I would die if it showed. I will not be telling anyone about this part of my experience. I might say I had to go to court and spend a night in jail, but this paddling part I will definitely leave out. I think I will leave it out. What a weird experience.

The cop’s mater-of-fectly lock my neck and wrists in the stocks. I can’t help but think about how happy I am. I feel pleasant and I am hard. Reminds me of the feeling I get in an exam room. I get hard and happy even though I know I shouldn’t. Even though I know I’m not supposed to.

Her sweet gentle voice says, “OK count out load after each stroke.”

I am enchanted. My head is like in a cloud.

She then tells me, “I am going to just pull your pants down OK”

I feel like I’m under a wonderful spell. I am so happy.

“OK” I say.

This is like the best experience of my life.

She pulls them down to my ankles.

The first stroke shocks me. It is so hard, she wacked me full force and I let out a load “Uh!!!”

“Count!” she sternly commands

“One” I say almost automatically.

“I have got to come back here again I think.”

Then another thought counters that, “This is so weird.” Not just the experience, but how I want this. I am way to embarrassed to let most people know about my kink.

“Whack!!”

“Ahhh!!” I yell in shock as my thoughts are interupted.

About 15 to 20 strokes I cum. It just pores out of me and I don’t even care. I’m in like a daze.

After 30 it hurts so bad. It hurts it’s hard to take. But I want it. I want to get all the way through my punishment. Wonderful that my punishment was 50 strokes, because it took all the way to the 45th wack for me to start to cry. I wanted so bad for her to make me cry.

I felt so happy when it was over.

I might have shown her a smile.

She looked down at my boxer shorts. “Oh, looks like you made a little bit of a mess.”

I was still in a trance so the embarrassment didn’t hit me hard.

One of the cops came over and unlocked the stocks.

She said, “OK you can put your pants back on.”

I put them on and buckled them as my face was wet from many flowing tears.

There was one thing I could not leave without doing. I had to do it. No one told me to but I had to.

“Can I give you a hug.” Right after saying that my eyes filled up with tears again.

“Yea OK” she said.

I hugged her and cried.

“You be good now OK” she said as we stopped hugging and I left.

The officers then said, “Let’s get you back to your car.”

I was feeling so pleasant from how sore my ass was. “I am so happy.” I thought. But I didn’t dare want to show it.

Drove back to the courthouse where my car was parked. I got out and said “bye, thank you.” to the officer.

Went back home. Made sure not to go a tad over the speed limit the whole way. And obey all traffic laws.

After a while of driving in silence very cautiously with no music on, I finally made it home. Finally. Got right to my bed. It was almost the middle of the day. Laid on the bed and just thought about that experience. Just let it swim in my head. I finally got a severe punishment whipping as an adult. They actually did that.

The end.