The following story was sent to me some years ago by a man called Doug. It happened in the 1930's.
When I was a boy my parents had a house for holidays and weekends. It was in a pretty spot near A*****n, Scotland. When we were at the house I always wore a kilt. There was nothing strange in it. It was thought healthy and practical for a young lad.
One Autumn day when I was about 13 years of age, I was out exploring when I came to an area which was new to me. After walking for about 20 minutes I became conscious of 5 or 6 men watching me in some woodland a distance to the right. I was frightened and started to make back to the crest of the hill but they called me over and I went down to the verge of a woodland by a gate.
One of the men asked me what I was doing. Did I not realise this was private land? They asked me my name and where I came from and they seemed familiar with our house. I had an idea they were game keepers however I do not remember guns. The youngest was say 15 or 16 but the rest were in their 40's or 50's. It is difficult to tell when you are young.
There was some general talk of a need to teach me a lesson. I apologised for trespassing but they did not seem satisfied for two of them took hold of me and I was up-ended face down, my feet hooked over a bar of the gate. I was told to put my arms straight down to support myself so I was in the position for a wheelbarrow race! One of the men then pulled my feet some distance apart and held them against the bar. My hands were in some unpleasant mud and of course my kilt was hanging away from my body exposing my genitals to the men. One of the men came over and pulled the kilt away from my backside. The Autumn chill made me aware of my nakedness and I was conscious that they were laughing at my embarrassment. He knelt beside me and rubbed his hand over my buttocks and did the same action to my front. To some laughter and comment he placed his hand directly on my penis, pushing it upwards and against my body, his fingers resting around my testicles. At first I began to question the nature of the punishment but I soon realised this was to support me as he bought the other hand down with a crack on my bare backside. His hands seemed very rough to me and the power of his spanking was like nothing I had ever felt.
As he continued the strength in my arms began to go and gradually my face descended into the mud. My right cheek and my hair resting in the filthy stuff. This amused the men who were gathered around me. I had never had my genitals touched before and I was aware of a _s_e_x_ual stirring as the mans hand moved against my penis with the rhythm of his smacks . I do not recall how many he gave me but the discomfort lasted for several weeks.
When he had finished he unhooked my feet from the gate and lowered my legs. He then bent over and pulled me upwards towards him. In doing so he gathered the kilt around my chest, keeping it in this position as he held me facing outwards against his body. He was much taller than me and my feet were suspended some distance from the ground. I was told to apologise for my trespassing as I was carried and held in front each man in turn. The punishment had made me slightly erect but I could not cover myself. They made me only too aware of my condition. Their laughter and crude comments making my cheeks red.
The youngest man leant over during my apology and slowly rubbed my hardening penis several times. He was laughing and looking with excitement at his fellow workers and then directly into my eyes revelling in my shame. It was a simple action but it showed their power over me. The mud on my face and hands, the pain in my backside which seemed to flow up through my whole body and the pressure of being held tightly heightened my humiliation. I began to cry.
The older man then stood me in front of him and pulled the kilt down to cover me . He asked me if I had a handkerchief. One of the men dipped this in a nearby stream and the man who had spanked me wiped the worst of the mud from my face and hands. After his earlier violence this was the action of a caring father. As he wiped my sobbing face his other hand searched under my kilt and found me now fully erect. He held my erection, very gently masturbating me as he competed cleaning my face. He made some comments to the other men who began to laugh again. Finally he led me the short way to a track and, with a few warning but caring words, pointed the way home. I ran away as fast as I could.
It took me some time to reach the house by the lanes and I told my mother when I finally arrived that I had fallen in the woods. This helped to explain my mud stained clothes, flushed cheeks and tear stained face.