Once upon a time there was a handsome and strapping young man named Pinocchio. Yes, that same Pinocchio who had once been a little wooden puppet. But Pinocchio had earned real boyhood by learning to be obedient, honest, hard-working and polite instead of a naughty, lying, lazy, rude little woodenhead. He learned these lessons the hard way, having horrible punishments visited on his person for his every transgression. The one punishment he had never received was a spanking. After all, it does no good to spank buttocks made of hard wood. And so, it was not until Pinocchio was quite a grown-up boy that he got his first ass-whipping. This is what happened.
It was a very hot day, and after lunch, which explains why Pinocchio was sprawled in a chair in Gepetto's workshop, feeling very hot and sleepy, keeping half an eye on the shop counter in case of a customer. But he wasn't thinking of customers, which is how he got in trouble.
Gepetto didn't much feel like working either, so he paused and looked over at his son. And then he looked again. Gepetto was an old man, but his eyes were as good as ever. But it had been a long time since he'd really looked at his dear little boy. Although what Gepetto saw was dressed like a little boy, with his kneepants and floppy bow-tie, Pinocchio was no longer a little boy but a young man, tall and muscular and handsome to the point of being beautiful.
Not that Pinocchio himself thought he was handsome. Not with that olive skin, the large, man-sized features that looked as if his poppa had chiseled them onto his face (jaw, nose and cheekbones were all clear and finely cut), and then there was his hair. It was all black, it was all very silky, but there was such a lot of it. Even his brows and lashes were too thick. Pinocchio had never seen a grown man without any clothes on, only hairless little boys, so his furry chest, arms and legs painfully reminded him the time he was a donkey. And donkeys weren't handsome.
So Gepetto peered at the six-foot stranger whose muscles were bursting out of Pinocchio's clothes and felt that mix of pride and anger that all fathers feel when their sons grow up. It was then that Gepetto's eyes fell on the place where Pinocchio's legs came together.
The bulge in Pinocchio's worn corduroy kneepants was huge, and it was getting larger before Gepetto's eyes. A sigh escaped Pinocchio's lips, so deep and reedy that it sent shivers down Gepetto's back. Now he began to get angry and called out his son's name sharply.
Pinocchio's eyes flew open and he leapt to his feet quickly, but he was brought up sharply by a pain in his crotch. His movements had made his imprisoned penis point straight out, straining his trousers to the limit. To his great embarrassment, one of his fly-buttons popped off and flew across the room to hit Gepetto in the chest. Pinocchio's face pinkened and he gave his poppa a weak grin.
"Well, my son, it looks as though you are growing too big for your breeches." Pinocchio squirmed and put his big hands over his crotch. "Just look at the tent it makes of your pants," Gepetto went on. "It must be as big as a donkey's." Pinocchio's face flushed. It was clear he thought so too. "You must have been playing with it a lot," Gepetto accused.
"No, Father! Never!", protested the youth. Poor Pinocchio. No untruth had passed his lips since he became a boy. So imagine his surprise when his handsome, real-boy nose gave a painful stretch and grew several inches longer. His jaw dropped in amazement.
"Oh really?", said Gepetto, folding his arms and staring mockingly at his son's nose. "Never?"
Pinocchio's deep voice began to rise higher. "Well, I guess I've done it once....or twice....I mean.....hardly ever....I mean....just when I really, really need to....I mean...." He trailed off. Every word out of his mouth had made his nose grow another inch until it was almost a foot long. Worse, his nose now had a distinct upward curve that made it a twin to the protuberance between his legs.
"Are you remembering the lesson your growing nose is supposed to teach?"
Pinocchio hung his head. "Every lie I tell just gets me into more trouble," he chanted. "I'm sorry I lied, Father. I....I do play with myself. I....I do it all the time." Pinocchio hoped his confession would end his troubles, but he was in for another surprise.
"How could you behave so badly," Gepetto began, "not only lying to me but...." and he went on for some time about the wickedness of boys who abuse themselves. During all this Pinocchio shifted his feet uncomfortably and found he could not meet his father's eyes. Whilst pointing his nose to the floor, he saw, to his partial relief, that his trousers were no longer tented out. It was then that what his father was saying penetrated his concentration. "I am afraid you are going to have to have a spanking, my boy."
Pinocchio's head flew up. "But you can't....," he spluttered. Gepetto glared at him. "I said I was sorry...." Was that a whine that had entered Pinocchio's voice? Gepetto roughly informed him that it was a father's duty to make sure his boy had learned his lessons. "But I've been punished," he insisted, pointing to his nose.
"That was for your lies, not for your shameful vice."
Pinocchio summoned all of his rapidly diminishing dignity, drew himself up to his full height, swelled his broad chest and said, "Father, I am too big to be spanked like a little boy." No sooner had he spoken than Pinocchio felt a hard throb on the end of his nose, which then proceeded to grow another foot! Pinocchio stood there holding his big nose with both hands and feeling very ridiculous.
"So," began Gepetto, smiling grimly, "a boy so naughty he plays with himself and tells lies to his daddy is too big to be spanked, eh?" Pinocchio did not reply. "Would you like to tell me that again?"
"No!", blurted Pinocchio, clutching at his nose. "I....I guess I do deserve a spanking," he admitted, blushing furiously. "Will you give me my spanking, poppa? Please?"
Naturally, Gepetto agreed. He sat down on the tall stool and motioned for the youth to come to him. Pinocchio obeyed, somewhat uncertainly as he had never been spanked before and didn't know what to do. Gepetto put one leg up on a high rung. Pinocchio eased himself between his father's legs, being careful not to poke Gepetto with his ridiculous nose. Tentatively, he bent over and placed his chest on the top of Gepetto's leg. Suddenly, he felt his father grab him by the seat of his pants and hoist him up so that his legs were dangling in space and his bottom was pointing up in the air in a most embarrassing position. Worse, his nose was so long that it struck the floor in front of him, and he had to bend his neck back to keep it from happening again.
Not wanting to really hurt his son, but merely to teach him a good lesson, Gepetto decided to use his hand. This was not as harmless as it sounds. Gepetto may have been old and may have looked frail, but he had been hauling wood for years. Gepetto's arms were wiry and extremely strong. Further, years of working with his hands had left them hard and callused.
So it was that Pinocchio was totally unprepared for how much the first swat on his trouser seat stung him. He actually yelped in surprise, even though he had planned on remaining stoically silent through his punishment. When he tried looking over his shoulder to meet his father's eyes, his nose struck Gepetto's shoulder, reminding him of why he was in the predicament he was in. He gave up, grasped his nose firmly and held on as the blows came down on his upturned rear, one after the other.
As each swat landed, Gepetto keeping mainly to the tops of the buttocks, it stung for a moment then faded, but not completely. A little of each sting remained, tingling slightly, to be joined by the following one. This isn't so bad, thought Pinocchio. But just as he though this, to his surprise Gepetto stopped. He ran his fingers over the length of Pinocchio's nose, which was still two feet long, and announced, "This isn't going to do. You are going to have to take your breeches down, my boy."
Pinocchio started to protest, but caught sight of his nose and realized the sense in what his father was saying. Reluctantly he slid off his father's lap and stood, fumbling with his trouser buttons. Looking anywhere but at Gepetto, he noticed that the shop door and windows were wide open. He hoped no one came in, but felt relatively safe, as it was siesta time. Everyone was digesting their lunch, after all. Taking a breath he unfastened his kneepants and slid them down over his thighs until they bunched around his ankles. But when he made to get back over Gepetto's knee, the old man stopped him. "Underpants too, young man." Again Pinocchio started to whine, but thought better of it. Taking another breath, he popped the waistband of his undershorts and reached back to, oh so carefully, slide the shorts down in the rear until his plump buttocks popped out. Gingerly holding his shorts up in front as far as they would go, he climbed back over Gepetto's knee. "Now we'll get somewhere," said Gepetto, hiking Pinocchio's shirttail out of the way. With that he began to energetically resume spanking Pinocchio's exposed cheeks in the same manner as before.
At first, the stinging and tingling didn't feel much different to Pinocchio than it had when he had had his pants on, but now the tingles didn't fade as they had before. Now, instead of fading, they slowly began to feel warm, so that Pinocchio began to squirm in discomfort. In addition, each swat that stung found a answering throb and tingle on the end of his nose. Pinocchio squinted through suddenly misty eyes and tried to see if his nose was shrinking. It was, but very, very slowly.
By the time Pinocchio's long nose had shrunk by half, the boy was gasping at each swat and his eyes were blurry with unshed tears. When he began to wriggle more forcefully, Gepetto gave him an extra hard swat and warned him to keep still. Pinocchio tried to obey, but by now his behind was stinging so that he thought it would catch on fire. Against all his resolutions he began to cry out with each blow. To his further shame, his tears escaped from his eyes and ran down his cheeks in a river and, worse, trickled down his long, long nose.
Through the confusion of his yelling and weeping, Pinocchio began to hear voices. To his horror, he realized that his loud "ouches" had attracted some villagers to Gepetto's shop. And he with his pants down and his nose long! Oh no!
To be continued....
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