GETTING SPANKED!
I was what people commonly call "a late developer", a simple phrase, but an immense complication to a fourteen and a half-year-old boy. All my friends of course were in the latter stages of puberty, most had girlfriends and many already boasted of their _s_e_x_ual experiences. In light of my "little" problem, school showers were always an ordeal for me. Even if nothing was said, I knew deep inside that they were all looking at me, laughing secretly at my obvious physical inadequacy. The strange thing was, that I never really made any attempt to hide myself. In some bizarre and inexplicable way, I think I actually enjoyed the humiliation of letting them stare and snigger at my childish body. The most frustrating thing was that I was not particularly small for my age and my voice had broken some months earlier. I had all the urges that a boy of my age should have (in fact my right arm was working overtime to satisfy them!), but my body still stubbornly and steadfastly refused to change. I studied the area around my genitals daily in the hope of finding just one or two small tell tale hairs, but however much I willed the changes to take place, my privates stayed frustratingly bald, my balls small, pink and tight, and my penis laughably small. Standing before the mirror in my bedroom, I would slowly slide my underwear down until my tiny hairless willy popped out over the waistband, defiantly pointing outwards at it's own reflection in the mirror. It was not horizontal through _s_e_x_ual excitement, but simply because it was physically too small to point downwards. Day after day, week after week, month after month my pubic area remained as babyish as the day I was born.
Quite recently I had succumbed to bizarre urges to physically punish myself for my lack of manliness, perhaps in the hope that this might shock my body into entering puberty! The trouble was that spanking myself just seemed to make me incredibly horny, so of course, I did it even more! I quickly found that a long handled wooden clothes brush was ideally suited to the task. Always following a similar routine, I would strip off in front of the mirror until completely naked, after some verbal humiliation and a few sharp slaps at my pathetic hairless willy, I would place the brush beside me on the bed, and kneel down on all fours. Having blindfolded myself with my scout scarf I could then imagine all my friends looking on in amusement as I proceeded to beat my buttocks as hard as I could. I would swipe each buttock alternately until both were cherry red. When I could finally take no more I would roll over and jerking frantically at my "two-inch wonder" would bring myself almost instantly to an intense but disappointingly dry orgasm.
I'm still not quite sure where my desire to spank myself first originated. My parents held very strong views on the wrongs of corporal punishment so they had never once attended to my butt. Despite this disappointing lack of personal experience I had always had a real fascination for any form of physical punishment, avidly reading and re-reading any article or book passage that dealt with the subject. Although I felt the need to whack my behind on a very regular basis, I soon realised that however hard I hit myself, it would never be quite the same as receiving a proper humiliating pants-down, bare-bottomed, thrashing from someone else.
And so it was that I resolved one August afternoon that I would go out and get myself properly spanked. This was not as hard as one might imagine, for I had already formulated a very detailed and well rehearsed plan to this end several weekss earlier. Up until now I had always bottled out at the last minute, but today my butt was already tingling with anticipation at the thought of a really serious spanking. I made a firm resoloution to finally put my plan into operation. From the shed I fetched two lengths of rope, a ball of string and a roll of duct tape. From the draw in the kitchen I collected a penknife and a pair of scissors and from the desk in the living room, a marker pen and a piece of stiff card. Returning to the bedroom I sat down with the pen and card and in large clear letters wrote:
THIS BOY HAS BEEN VERY NAUGHTY! PLEASE SPANK HIM HARD!
Affixing a piece of string to the corners of the card on each side I could then place my arms through the loops and wear the sign on my back as you would wear a rucksack. Placing the sign and the other items into a bag I slipped out of the house and headed for the scout campsite just a few hundred yards down the road. I had spent many hours playing in the site, and knew it like the back of my hand. At the furthermost corner of the site was a dense overgrown wooded area. This was the area that my previous research indicated would be an ideal spot to execute my plan. There were no main footpaths, and the area was rarely used but for one exception. I knew from my weeks of reconnaissance that for about an hour every Tuesday and Thursday evening at around five o'clock the scouts staying at the site would use the area for an orienteering exercise. This exercise involved small groups of three or four scouts setting off (without their leaders) at ten-minute intervals to follow a set compass course through the woods in search of lettered markers.
At the end of an overgrown path, I arrived at a large willow tree that had, stapled to the trunk a large letter "G" (one of the orienteering marks that the scouts would have to find). I checked my watch.... 4:40 ....I still had plenty of time to set things up. Taking the two ropes from my bag I stood right beneath the large letter "G" and threw both ropes over a low hanging branch. I then roped two ends securely back to the trunk and carefully tied two slipknots in the other ends at a height that I could only just reach by standing on tip-toe. I had rehearsed this first part of the plan several times before and completed it quickly. I checked my watch again, I still had over ten minutes left to prepare myself. I stripped quickly to my white underpants, removed the penknife, tape and scarf from the bag then concealed both my clothes and the bag a few yards away under a pile of leaves. Standing beneath the two ropes in just my underwear I slipped the sign onto my back and placed two long lengths of the sticky duct tape securely over my mouth. Taking the scarf I prepared my blindfold, being sure to tie it up very tight. Then, concealing the penknife in my left hand I reached high up above me and fumbling blindly for the loops placed one hand in each. As I pulled down against the loops the knots closed firmly around my wrists. My only way of release would now be the small knife clutched tightly in my left hand. I did not intend to use this means of escape unless absolutely necessary and certainly not until I had got what I came here for! Unable to move or see anything at all, all I could do now was wait.
And so I waited....and waited....and waited.... for what seemed like hours. There I was, helplessly suspended in just my boyish underwear waiting for someone to take up the very odd invitation emblazoned in large letters across my back. Then, just as I was beginning to think all my afternoons efforts had been in vain, I heard a distant shout, followed quickly by another. The first team of scouts was quickly approaching. As the voices got nearer, I almost bottled out. Just briefly I considered cutting myself free and making a run for it, but summoning up as much composure as I could I held my nerve and awaited my fate. Seconds later the point of no return was suddenly reached.
"Quick!.....Over here.....Look what I've found" Shouted a young voice that sounded very close by.
My fate now rested entirely with a small group of boys I did not know and could not see.
"Wow!" exclaimed another young voice letting out a long low whistle of astonishment."
"Look at that!"
"There's a notice" A very high-pitched voice slowly and deliberately read the words out loud to his friends . "This boy has been very naughty please spank him hard"
"What should we do?" asked a voice
"Do what it says, of course" replied the older sounding of the two voices.
"Hey! How did you get here?" asked the high pitched voice "What did you do?"
"He can't speak you idiot! Look, someone's taped his mouth up"
"Someone sure has gone to a lot of trouble to make sure he gets spanked!"
"It would be silly not to do it then"
"Take his pants down"
I could sense my little willy stiffening at the excitement and uncertainty. I felt two hands grasp the waistband of my briefs and seconds later they were at my ankles. The mystery voices giggled at the sight of my nakedness, I could here their footsteps as they walked slowly around me taking in the sight before them, then......
SLAP! A strong hand struck my bare behind a stinging blow.
SLAP!
The hand struck again.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I moaned quietly through the tape over my mouth, and tugged at the ropes that held me
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The boys cheered and laughed as each blow landed.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The pain was becoming quite intense but I was strangely excited, it was a painful and totally humiliating experience but I was secretly and ashamedly revelling in every moment.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
For several minutes my backside was smacked over and over, each willing boy jostling to take his turn to try and extract a bigger reaction than the last. Suddenly new voices could be heard in the distance. The next team was approaching. The punishment stopped abruptly, and just for a brief moment I was left all alone again.
"What's that over there?"
"Look there's a kid with no clothes on"
"Someone's tied him up"
"What does that sign say?"
Again the sign was read out loud
"Hey look at his tiny wiener!"
The boys laughed
"Wow I've never seen one that small!"
Without warning a hand reached out from somewhere in front of me, grabbed my willy and pulled it painfully downwards. Not expecting this, I jerked frantically away, and gasped in dismay as I felt the penknife slip from my hand. I moaned loudly through my taped up mouth. The boys laughed, and the hand reached out and repeated the act several more times.
"Look at his bum. It's already bright red!"
"Let's make it even redder"
"Take off one of your sandals Jimmy"
Jimmy must have done as ordered, for seconds later.....
THWACK!!!!!
An intense stinging pain travelled from my rear right through my body as the shoe met its target.
THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!!
I bucked, twisted and danced as I tried in vain to escape the stinging onslaught.
THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!!
My loud cries were completely stifled by the sticky tape over my mouth, but tears now ran quite freely down my cheeks.
THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!!
The woods echoed to the sound of my punishment, and the excited cries of my unknown tormentors. At last I was really getting the spanking I had wanted and probably deserved for so long. I was in both heaven and hell, at the same time!
THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!! THWACK!!!!!
THWACK!!!!!..............
The beating stopped abruptly when, just as before, the punishment was halted prematurely by the sound of the next team of scouts approaching. A chill breeze now blew around my shrunken privates emphasising my helplessness. The ropes that held me bit painfully into my wrists. Having lost my only means of escape, I could do nothing but prepare to receive yet another painful spanking. I prayed silently that it would only be a hand spanking, for I diddn't think I could take another slippering on my battered behind. In the blackness beneath my blindfold I began to sense the gaze of approaching eyes as they looked in awe and amusement over every inch of my pathetic nakedness.
The voices began all over again. The group seemed larger than the previous two.
"What's that?"
"Quick! Over here"
"Look at this!"
"Have you ever seen anything like that before?"
"Look at his teeny little pecker!"
"Yeah! It's tiny! Even my baby brothers got a bigger one than that!"
To a chorus of giggles a finger flicked my foreskin then painfully prodded at my tight pink ball sac.
"Look at his red arse!"
"Yeah! I bet that hurts"
"Just feel how hot it is"
Someone pinched my already painful behind very hard. There was a chorus of laughter as I jumped high in the air.
"What shall we do with him?"
"Can we spank him?"
There was a long silence, until the commanding quiet voice of a previously unheard but obviously older boy could be heard.
"Come over here Jones and pass me your belt....that's right.... Now take my penknife and go and cut me a good strong switch. The rest of the patrol, line up behind me."
There was a flurry of excited activity.
"OK boys! The sign says this boy needs a spanking, so we've got to make sure that he gets one he never forgets!"
THE END!........
........or is it?
Authors note: I really struggled to write an appropriate ending to this story. How long should I stay tied naked to a tree? How much longer do I get spanked for? Who eventually lets me down, and why? What happens afterwards?
I couldn't make up my mind so in the end I left it open for you, the reader to decide..
Why not write your own ending and email it to me? I'd love to hear your thoughts and I promise to post all the best endings along with the author's name.