Not really having a place of our own to hang out, a group of us guys decided to build a fort in the woods. The woods were about a ten-minute walk from our neighborhood. For a group of 12 and 13 years olds, having a secluded place seemed like a great idea. After a lot of hard work, our little forte if you could call it that was built. It resembled more of a basic shelter thing you would see in the scouts than anything else. But we were pleased.
I got along well with most of the guys. There were six in are little group. We were typical kids. Always talking tough, never showing fear. To admit to a weakness was the kiss of death. The razzing a guy would take for any perceived violation of the macho code was extreme.
The one person in our group I didn't seem to get along with, was Scott. He was my age, 13. Physically Scott and I were fairly matched. Although our personalities and approach to life were totally different from each other. In Scott's mind I had life easy. He resented that my family was financially better off than his. We were comfortable, but far from rich. That didn't stop Scott. He enjoyed taunting me with the name rich boy. Our fathers worked at the same factory. My father was in upper management, his father worked on the assembly line. I did well in school, while Scott struggled. His dislike of me was intense.
We were all standing around our forte. Me, Scott the usual four others, plus Scott little brother Paul. Paul was ten years old and idolized his older brother. Naturally he disliked me. Scott had been razzing me a for most of the day. The other guys couldn't understand why I wasn't standing up for myself. In our little group, all challenges had to be met our you would lose face. I could feel the pressure to respond and decided that if Scott kept it up I would have no choice. I would have to confront him. It would turn out to be a bad move. Scott had wanted to fight me for some time. He dreamed of how he would provoke me into fighting. How he would get me down, and how he would humiliate me beyond belief in front of the guys and his kid brother. Paul seemed to know that his brother was up to something. He delighted in all of the razzing that was going on.
Scott knew he was close to achieving his goal of making me fight. Rather than let up on the razzing, he increased it. "Hey Rich Boy, aren't you a little over dressed for the woods?" " Look at those designer jeans and expensive T shirt." Did your butler pick them out? Rich boy doesn't get his clothes from the Kmart like the rest of us. Rich boy gets his clothes at that fancy store downtown."
"What's your problem", I asked.
"You are Rich Boy"
"Too bad" I responded.
"Too bad for you Rich Boy. Today's the day, you get put in your place."
With that Scott grabbed me. The guys started cheering. They always enjoyed a fight. I didn't panic. I thought I could hold me own. We struggled for a few moments. Scott got me in a headlock. My face was going red. I struggled to try to free myself. The guys were really enjoying the show. Especially Paul. As I struggled, my T-shirt rose up my back. This seemed to inspire Scott. He sneered you are going down. He increased the pressure of the headlock he had on me and with his free hand pulled my t shirt up over my head. I couldn't see anything. I heard the crowd laughing. Scott pushed me to the ground. And pinned me there with his knees on my chest. Scott then hauled my T-shirt off the rest of the way.
"Hey guys, look at rich boy lying here with no shirt on"
"Let me up" I demanded.
Oh, Rich boy want up guys.
The guys laughed at my whining.
"I'm not through with you yet Rich Boy. Seeing that you are already half naked, maybe the rest of your clothes should come off."
I started to panic and tried to get up. It was no use, Scott had me where he wanted me, and wasn't going to let me up. Scott had waited a long time for this moment. Clearly he intended to enjoy it. The guys were enjoying the prospect of me being stripped and encouraged Scott to show me no mercy.
Scott called for his little brother to take my shoes and socks off. Paul untied my sneakers and took them off. Then he carefully removed my socks. Paul was really enjoying this.
Scott was quite the showman. "Well guys, I guess that leaves his pants. Any guesses as to what color underwear Rich Boy is wearing?"
Paul anxiously volunteered an answer. "I bet they are blue". From the smile on his face, I knew Paul couldn't wait to see me in my underwear.
One of the guys guessed white. Scott dismissed it. "Nah white underwear is for men. Rich boy is a pussy. Bet he is wearing yellow ones". He reached for the snap on my jeans. All eyes were fixated on me.
The moment of truth had come. I struggled hopeless but it was no use. I was desperate to keep the guys from seeing my underwear. My mom bought all my clothes including my underwear. When it came to underwear, she was into cute.
With a smile on his face, Scott unbuckled my Jeans, and slowly started to unzip them. Paul's face lit up. Scott started laughing. Scott started to pull my pants down. The guys were watching intently. As they got their first glimpse of my underwear, they started buzzing.. Slowly but surely, Scott revealed my childish briefs to everyone. Scott worked my pants down and off and threw them in the air. I couldn't believe I was lying on the ground wearing nothing but my Bart Simpson briefs. The guys thought it was hysterical and started humming the Simpsons Theme songI. I closed my eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare I would wake up from.
It only got worst. Paul stared at my briefs than wanted to know why I didn't have a very big bulge.
" I guess he must have a real small one huh?
Everyone cracked up.
Scott sneered, "Probably". With that he pushed my knees against my head so my brief covered bottom was sticking in the air. I was totally helpless. I think Rich boy needs a spanking. I could just beat him up, but he is obviously a baby, and deserves a baby punishment." I can't hold him in place and spank him too. I need a volunteer.
Paul anxiously volunteered. The guys all laughed and said they just had to see a 13-year-old get a spanking by a 10-year-old. Scott really liked the idea. Obviously, I didn't.
Paul asked how he should spank me. Scott replied anyway you like.
Paul stood next to me looking at his target. Then without warning he slapped me hard across my underwear.
I didn't blink. Paul seemed Disappointed. He decided to change tactic and spanked me right at the leg opening where there was exposed skin. For a 10-year-old he could hit hard. I flinched. Paul enjoyed the fact that I flinched.
"Hurt did it"?, he taunted. He spanked me in the same spot in rapid succession. Whack, Whack Whack, Whack whack whack
I had never been spanked before, and this was really starting to hurt. Scott could see how red my face was getting and exclaimed. "Oh my god guys, I think he is going to cry." The guys laughed and encouraged Paul to continue spanking me.
Paul was truly inspired. Then he asked his brother a question. "Scott, you said I could spank him anyway I want right"?
Scott Nodded.
"Good I wanna take his underwear off". I pleaded with Paul, but to no avail. Then I looked at Scott. "Please you can't let him do this". Scott just smiled. Paul hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs. He slowly pulled down past me knees and then off.
It was so humiliating. My rather small penis was revealed to everyone. I attempted to somehow cover my not quite 2 inches. To make matters worst, I had no pubic hair. Paul was beside himself. Scott was elated as well. His plan to humiliate me was working well.
"Hey guys, Rich Boy has a baby dick.
The guys started chanting Baby Dick. And encourage Paul to resume the spanking.
Paul resumed the spanking with full force. He gave me 20 hard hits on my bare bottom. I moved from side to side, trying to escape. My face was full of pain. I started to plead with Paul to stop. I begged Scott to let me up.
No way Scott snapped. Your not getting up till your humiliation is complete. With that, he started to chant, make him cry make him cry.
The rest of the guys joined in. All with smiles on their faces. All enjoying the show
Whack, Whack, Whack. Paul wasn't going to disappoint the guys. He sensed I was getting ready to cry and step up his efforts. Then finally I broke. I was crying softly. Desperately trying to hold it together. Both Scott and Paul had big smiles on their faces.
Paul walked away and I thought it was over. I went to get up, but still Scott held me down. But you won I said. It's over.
No it's not Scott said. With that Paul returned with a tree branch. I pleaded again. But to no avail. Paul resumed the spanking. The birch branch from the tree really hurt. I screamed out in pain. Soon I was crying loudly. My crying was met with laughter. After another 10 hits, it was all over. I lied on the ground, naked and bawling.
Scott had his victory. Soon all the guys at school learned a 10 year old had spanked me to tears. The fact that his brother held me down didn't seem to matter. I was routinely wedgied as stories of my cartoon underwear made the rounds. And my new nickname was be baby dick.
Let me know what you think.
Not really having a place of our own to hang out, a group of us guys decided to build a fort in the woods. The woods were about a ten-minute walk from our neighborhood. For a group of 12 and 13 years olds, having a secluded place seemed like a great idea. After a lot of hard work, our little forte if you could call it that was built. It resembled more of a basic shelter thing you would see in the scouts than anything else. But we were pleased. I got along well with most of the guys. There were six in are little group. We were typical kids. Always talking tough, never showing fear. To admit to a weakness was the kiss of death. The razzing a guy would take for any perceived violation of the macho code was extreme. The one person in our group I didn't seem to get along with, was Scott. He was my age, 13. Physically Scott and I were fairly matched. Although our personalities and approach to life were totally different from each other. In Scott's mind I had life easy. He resented that my family was financially better off than his. We were comfortable, but far from rich. That didn't stop Scott. He enjoyed taunting me with the name rich boy. Our fathers worked at the same factory. My father was in upper management, his father worked on the assembly line. I did well in school, while Scott struggled. His dislike of me was intense.
We were all standing around our forte. Me, Scott the usual four others, plus Scott little brother Paul. Paul was ten years old and idolized his older brother. Naturally he disliked me. Scott had been razzing me a for most of the day. The other guys couldn't understand why I wasn't standing up for myself. In our little group, all challenges had to be met our you would lose face. I could feel the pressure to respond and decided that if Scott kept it up I would have no choice. I would have to confront him. It would turn out to be a bad move. Scott had wanted to fight me for some time. He dreamed of how he would provoke me into fighting. How he would get me down, and how he would humiliate me beyond belief in front of the guys and his kid brother. Paul seemed to know that his brother was up to something. He delighted in all of the razzing that was going on. Scott knew he was close to achieving his goal of making me fight. Rather than let up on the razzing, he increased it. "Hey Rich Boy, aren't you a little over dressed for the woods?" " Look at those designer jeans and expensive T shirt." Did your butler pick them out? Rich boy doesn't get his clothes from the Kmart like the rest of us. Rich boy gets his clothes at that fancy store downtown."
"What's your problem", I asked.
"You are Rich Boy"
"Too bad" I responded.
"Too bad for you Rich Boy. Today's the day, you get put in your place." With that Scott grabbed me. The guys started cheering. They always enjoyed a fight. I didn't panic. I thought I could hold me own. We struggled for a few moments. Scott got me in a headlock. My face was going red. I struggled to try to free myself. The guys were really enjoying the show. Especially Paul. As I struggled, my T-shirt rose up my back. This seemed to inspire Scott. He sneered you are going down. He increased the pressure of the headlock he had on me and with his free hand pulled my t shirt up over my head. I couldn't see anything. I heard the crowd laughing. Scott pushed me to the ground. And pinned me there with his knees on my chest. Scott then hauled my T-shirt off the rest of the way. "Hey guys, look at rich boy lying here with no shirt on"
"Let me up" I demanded.
Oh, Rich boy want up guys.
The guys laughed at my whining.
"I'm not through with you yet Rich Boy. Seeing that you are already half naked, maybe the rest of your clothes should come off." I started to panic and tried to get up. It was no use, Scott had me where he wanted me, and wasn't going to let me up. Scott had waited a long time for this moment. Clearly he intended to enjoy it. The guys were enjoying the prospect of me being stripped and encouraged Scott to show me no mercy. Scott called for his little brother to take my shoes and socks off. Paul untied my sneakers and took them off. Then he carefully removed my socks. Paul was really enjoying this. Scott was quite the showman. "Well guys, I guess that leaves his pants. Any guesses as to what color underwear Rich Boy is wearing?"
Paul anxiously volunteered an answer. "I bet they are blue". From the smile on his face, I knew Paul couldn't wait to see me in my underwear.
One of the guys guessed white. Scott dismissed it. "Nah white underwear is for men. Rich boy is a pussy. Bet he is wearing yellow ones". He reached for the snap on my jeans. All eyes were fixated on me. The moment of truth had come. I struggled hopeless but it was no use. I was desperate to keep the guys from seeing my underwear. My mom bought all my clothes including my underwear. When it came to underwear, she was into cute. With a smile on his face, Scott unbuckled my Jeans, and slowly started to unzip them. Paul's face lit up. Scott started laughing. Scott started to pull my pants down. The guys were watching intently. As they got their first glimpse of my underwear, they started buzzing.. Slowly but surely, Scott revealed my childish briefs to everyone. Scott worked my pants down and off and threw them in the air. I couldn't believe I was lying on the ground wearing nothing but my Bart Simpson briefs. The guys thought it was hysterical and started humming the Simpsons Theme songI. I closed my eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare I would wake up from. It only got worst. Paul stared at my briefs than wanted to know why I didn't have a very big bulge.
" I guess he must have a real small one huh?
Everyone cracked up.
Scott sneered, "Probably". With that he pushed my knees against my head so my brief covered bottom was sticking in the air. I was totally helpless. I think Rich boy needs a spanking. I could just beat him up, but he is obviously a baby, and deserves a baby punishment." I can't hold him in place and spank him too. I need a volunteer. Paul anxiously volunteered. The guys all laughed and said they just had to see a 13-year-old get a spanking by a 10-year-old. Scott really liked the idea. Obviously, I didn't. Paul asked how he should spank me. Scott replied anyway you like.
Paul stood next to me looking at his target. Then without warning he slapped me hard across my underwear. I didn't blink. Paul seemed Disappointed. He decided to change tactic and spanked me right at the leg opening where there was exposed skin. For a 10-year-old he could hit hard. I flinched. Paul enjoyed the fact that I flinched.
"Hurt did it"?, he taunted. He spanked me in the same spot in rapid succession. Whack, Whack Whack, Whack whack whack I had never been spanked before, and this was really starting to hurt. Scott could see how red my face was getting and exclaimed. "Oh my god guys, I think he is going to cry." The guys laughed and encouraged Paul to continue spanking me. Paul was truly inspired. Then he asked his brother a question. "Scott, you said I could spank him anyway I want right"?
Scott Nodded.
"Good I wanna take his underwear off". I pleaded with Paul, but to no avail. Then I looked at Scott. "Please you can't let him do this". Scott just smiled. Paul hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs. He slowly pulled down past me knees and then off. It was so humiliating. My rather small penis was revealed to everyone. I attempted to somehow cover my not quite 2 inches. To make matters worst, I had no pubic hair. Paul was beside himself. Scott was elated as well. His plan to humiliate me was working well.
"Hey guys, Rich Boy has a baby dick".
The guys started chanting Baby Dick. And encourage Paul to resume the spanking.
Paul resumed the spanking with full force. He gave me 20 hard hits on my bare bottom. I moved from side to side, trying to escape. My face was full of pain. I started to plead with Paul to stop. I begged Scott to let me up. No way Scott snapped. Your not getting up till your humiliation is complete. With that, he started to chant, make him cry make him cry. The rest of the guys joined in. All with smiles on their faces. All enjoying the show Whack, Whack, Whack. Paul wasn't going to disappoint the guys. He sensed I was getting ready to cry and step up his efforts. Then finally I broke. I was crying softly. Desperately trying to hold it together. Both Scott and Paul had big smiles on their faces. Paul walked away and I thought it was over. I went to get up, but still Scott held me down. But you won I said. It's over.
No it's not Scott said. With that Paul returned with a tree branch. I pleaded again. But to no avail. Paul resumed the spanking. The birch branch from the tree really hurt. I screamed out in pain. Soon I was crying loudly. My crying was met with laughter. After another 10 hits, it was all over. I lied on the ground, naked and bawling. Scott had his victory. Soon all the guys at school learned a 10 year old had spanked me to tears. The fact that his brother held me down didn't seem to matter. I was routinely wedgied as stories of my cartoon underwear made the rounds. And my new nickname was be baby dick.
Let me know what you think.