Yes, ma'am

The following is an excerpt from part 1 of a four part F/m spanking story. If people here like it, I'll share more.

"Yes, ma'am " pt. 1 (excerpt)

She motioned "after you" with the spoon and I obeyed, head down. She closed the door behind us and locked it. The room consisted of a single toilet with a handicap rail, a sink, and a changing table.
"Set everything there, " she ordered, gesturing at the table. She removed her purse and set it there as well.
"Honey, " I tried again, "I really am very sorry...."
"I know, " she answered. "Now pull down your pants and grab the rail over there "
I hesitated for a moment, but something in her eyes told me that any resistance would not make this situation better for me.
I turned toward the wall, undid my belt and my fly and let my pants fall around my ankles.
"Those, too. " I knew what she was talking about without seeing where she was pointing. I pulled my boxer briefs down to my knees and placed my hands on the rail. She inspected me in silence for a moment before pushing my shirt up to the middle of my back.
"Take two steps back, don't let go of the rail. " her voice was quiet, but stern.
I stepped backward until my back was horizontal enough for my shirt to stay in place on its own.
"Spread your feet out. "
I spread them out as far as my pants would allow. My dick swung feebly in the cool air. I knew my balls were visible from behind.
She touched the cold wood if the spoon gently against each bare cheek giving both a quick pat. She then ran the side of the spoon up my butt crack, spreading the cheeks a little, rubbing my anus for a second before bringing the back of the spoon down hard on my left cheek. She delivered another blow to the right cheek.
She spanked me about a dozen more times, the steady smacks reverberating off the tile walls.