The following story is entirely fictional.
The long summer holiday is drifting very slowly by, but for an eleven year old each day of freedom from school is the start of a brand new adventure. When you're young the summers seem much hotter, the days always much longer.
And so it happens, that as the heat of the midday sun drains every ounce of energy from their bodies, three boys retreat to the relative cool of a secluded wood. Having long ago discarded their t-shirts each boy is clad only in thin shorts and sandals. Their bodies, well tanned by the August sunshine glisten as shafts of light flicker through the trees above. As they walk side by side Michael is eagerly discussing the rules of a new game he wants them to play. The game is based on the age old "pursuit" where one boy is given a head start and the others have to find and capture him. It is the same game that has been played countless times before by these same boys in this very same woodland, but this time there is a novel and exciting twist. If captured the new rules will allow for the "spy" to be tied up and "tortured" by being spanked on his bare bottom. The number of spanks received will be determined by the length of time the "spy" is able to avoid capture. The other two are very exited by the thought of this new game. The thought of seeing their closest friends naked and spanked far outweighs the fear of being spanked themselves. They half walk, half run eager to embark on this brand new adventure.
They soon arrive at a large holly bush, deep within the copse, where carefully concealed beneath the overgrown and seemingly impenetrable foliage, lies the makeshift shelter that is these youngsters secret hideout. Michael magically disappears from view, only to return seconds later with the two items needed for the game, a pair of toy aluminium handcuffs and a red ping-pong paddle. James, the smallest boy, shivers noticeably as he imagines the impact of this formidable instrument upon his small and tender young behind. Harry, the biggest of the three and just at the onset of puberty fights to conceal a sudden inexplicable tightness in the front of his shorts as he imagines wielding the paddle, and pictures the site of his friend's bare and glowing bottoms before him.
After a brief moment of indecision, the flip of a coin decides that James is to go first. The watch is set and the countdown begins. Anxious to escape his impending beating he heads due west as fast as he can, crashing loudly through the undergrowth. Once sure that he is out of sight he plays his trump card and suddenly doubles back, creeping furtively towards the thickest undergrowth, just yards from where his two friends patiently wait. He prays that his well chosen hiding place will save him from a thrashing. The youngster holds his breath and listens, as the other two boys set off in pursuit, in the wrong direction.
After what seems like an age, the deception is finally realised, excitable voices approach getting louder and louder. James is holding his breath crouched low in the undergrowth, not daring to move a muscle. A sandaled foot descends inches from him. James crouches lower, but it is too late. A shout goes up as his hiding place is discovered. Leaping to his feet, James sets off in a final desperate sprint to put off the moment of capture, but catching his foot in a tree root he crashes painfully to the ground just a few feet from his hiding place and right at the feet of Michael.
Led out to a clearing, the unfortunate boy is quickly handcuffed and pushed to the ground while the extent of his "torture" is calculated. For managing to stay un-captured for a commendable fourteen of the allotted twenty minutes James will receive just six spanks. The handcuffs are removed just long enough for his arms to be positioned around an overhanging branch then refastened. Harry steps forward, and crouching down keenly unfastens the drawstring of James' white cotton shorts. Slowly and deliberately he slides them gently down to the floor. Harry lingers for sometime, gazing intently at the small-undeveloped genitals of his friend. He is so close that James can feel Harry's breath on his nakedness.
"Here Mike, come and look at this!"
James squirms with embarrassment as Michael joins his friend and they carefully study his little two-inch penis and tight pink hairless balls.
"You aint half got a small pecker Jamie" laughs Michael giving it a couple of playful flicks with his finger.
James squirms again making futile efforts to hide his rapidly stiffening penis.
"yeah..... It's tiny!" adds Harry pushing the object of amusement down and watching it spring back up.
The boys laugh at their friends discomfort.
"Just get on with it!" whimpers the naked boy desperate to escape this unexpected humiliation.
Eventually the two captors tire of their amusement and start to move around to James' rear. In striking contrast to his heavily tanned back and legs, his small tight buttocks are pale white and completely unblemished. Harry is now making no attempt to hide the obvious tent in his shorts as one hand is inside his waistband openly massaging the large bulge that has formed. He takes the paddle from Michael and begins to circle his prisoner, taking time to study the target. Then suddenly, without warning.........
THWACK!................ ..............................Yeowwwwww!
The paddle crashes forcefully into James' left buttock. With a piercing scream the wounded boy leaps high into the air in both pain and surprise. A huge pink circle appears instantly on the boys behind, then turns quickly to red.
THWACK!................ Yeowwwwww!
James emits another shriek as his right buttock is quickly lit up in similar fashion. He spins on his feet, desperate to shield his behind, begging for mercy and forgetting all about trying to hide his genitals Strong hands reach out to hold him in place as Harry lets go another stinger.
THWACK!................ Yeooooowwwwwwwww!
"My go!" shouts Michael excitedly snatching the paddle "Make sure you hold him good and still"
Their unfortunate prisoner is openly crying and begging for mercy, but the two captors crazed by the excitement of the act are of course, totally oblivious.
THWACK!................ Aaaaaarghhhh!
Another stinging blow lands. The boy's buttocks are now turning a deep fiery shade of red. Harry drops to his knees an wraps his arms around james' legs in an attempt to keep the target still.
THWACK!................ Yeoooooowwwwww!
Harry watches fascinated as James' genitalia, just inches from his face, bounce wildly at the impact on his rear and notes with surprise that the youngster's penis is still semi-hard despite the beating.
THWACK!................ Yeoooooooooowwwwww!
The final blow lands with a loud crack and, like the ones before, is accompanied by a gasp and a loud shriek of pain. Michael and Harry spend some time studying their handiwork, amazed at the heat being emitted from the young boys very red rear. Finally as James' loud sobs diminish to an occasional snivel, he is released from the cuffs. Falling to his knees he spends some time trying to rub the stinging pain from his crimson behind. Then, shakily retrieving his shorts, he wipes away the remaining tears and with just the slightest hint of a grin turns to ask.....
"Who's going next then?"
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