Poor Pinocchio. His pants were around his ankles, his undershorts bunched around his thighs, and he was over his father's knee. Now it seemed there were witnesses to his humiliation. His back(side) to the door, Pinocchio craned his neck back to look and saw, to his horror, the door to the shop and all the wide windows filled with the faces of shopkeepers, housewives and all manner of other villagers. And the crowd was rapidly growing, with latecomers piling up behind those who already had a good view.
They weren't quiet either. The news that the normally meek and well-behaved Pinocchio was being punished by his kindly father was of great interest to everyone. And Pinocchio had not considered that turning to look at the fuss would put his embarrassing long nose on display. A chorus of jeers and catcalls greeted the sight of Pinocchio's foot-long nose. 'What a schnozzolla!' 'Someone told a lie!' 'Spank him harder, Gepetto!', were only some of the humiliating things Pinocchio heard.
His face flushing, Pinocchio began to squirm and try to wriggle off Gepetto's lap. He half succeeded and reached a long arm around to pull up his undershorts and cover up his bare bottom. Alas for him, the villagers would have none of this. A dozen of them poured into the shop and some held the struggling boy while others removed his shirt and tie and replaced him over Gepetto's knee. Now he was facing the other way, toward the assembled villagers, and had to look them in the eye in his embarrassing position.
"Please poppa, not like this," he protested. "I've been punished enough," he shouted, but to his further humiliation, his nose grew half again as long. A stout woman who sold fish squatted down in front of him and pinched the tip of his nose hard and said "Now, now Pinocchio, stop telling fibs or it will be the worse for you," in a voice such as one would use to talk to a very little boy.
"She's right, my son," said Gepetto, who proceeded to jerk down Pinocchio's undershorts once more. The poor young man, with his pants around his ankles and his shirt removed, was now, except for his kneesocks, virtually naked in front of the whole village. Naturally the village maidens had to be kept from the sight of Pinocchio's manly backside, but the young men of the village had no such restrictions placed on them. They were making the most noise.
One of the noisiest was a brawny lout named Bruno. As Gepetto began to lay smacks down on Pinocchio's cheeks once more, Bruno shouldered aside those in his way and stood in front of Pinocchio. "That's not hard enough. Why he's barely crying. Use a paddle!" And looking about, he saw a set of wooden spoons that Gepetto was making for a customer and swiftly distributed them to a few willing villagers. These immediately surrounded Pinocchio and began taking turns applying the hard wood to Pinocchio's exposed ass.
At this Pinocchio began to buck and struggle in earnest, but to no avail with several strong men to hold his legs, waist and arms down. Bruno himself planted himself at Pinocchio's head and took hold of his long, long nose is a painful grip and began a mock lecture about lying and misbehaving that was quite ironic coming from one of nastiest young men in the whole village.
Just then, with half a dozen people holding on to various parts of his body, Pinocchio was further horrified to feel that his _c_o_c_k_ was growing longer. When his undershorts had been pulled down, Pinocchio's thick stick had been pulled backwards and was now painfully expanding with every swat. Pinocchio hoped that no one would notice, but in this his ill luck remained consistent.
A huge dowager in rich clothes pushed her way to the front of the crowd, dragging in her wake her little eight-year-old son, Eugenio, who was dressed in a candy-ass sailor suit and had a supercilious expression to match it. "Look well, little Eugenio," commanded the dowager in a booming voice. "Look at Pinocchio's nose and see what happens to boys who tell untruths."
"I won't lie mamá," piped the boy, smugly. "I don't want to have a big, silly nose like Pinocchio's!" This brought a chorus of amused approval. Then the little brat pointed between Pinocchio's legs and said, "But what did Pinocchio do to make his thingie grow so long and fat?" The laughter this brought on crashed so loudly in Pinocchio's ears that he would have covered them if he'd been able to move his arms. He did try to force his legs together, but the men holding his feet would not permit it. Not only did they spread Pinocchio's legs wide, but they pushed Gepetto around so that Pinocchio's swollen rod and smushed ballsack were in full view of all.
Then Gepetto gestured for quiet and told Pinocchio, "I think you had better answer Eugenio's question. That's what this is all about, after all." Eugenio was pushed in front of Pinocchio and everyone closed in, eager to hear Pinocchio's secret. The embarrassed youth blushed so hard that the red crept up his long nose like a thermometer.
Pinocchio's shame was so great that he could hardly speak. Every word seemed to choke him as he looked at Eugenio and said, "You see, I was bad because....because I disobeyed my daddy, because, you see, he told me not to....to touch....I mean, to play with my....my....," Pinocchio was too embarrassed to use the usual nicknames in front of such a little boy, "well, my boy-thingie, because playing with your boy-thingie is naughty....very naughty, and....and I did...., I did it a lot, and....and I lied about it and that is why I'm in such trouble, Eugenio."
This shameful confession had the immediate effect of making Pinocchio's enormous nose shrink back to its normal size, for which he was profoundly grateful. But that was all he had to be grateful for after having admitted to whacking off in front of the whole village. Pinocchio was positive they would never let him forget it. Just now, the assumption of his nose's proper proportions seemed to disgruntle them. They had not had enough of the spectacle of Pinocchio being punished.
Gepetto, judging the mood of the crowd, stood up, keeping Pinocchio sagging against his chest and announced, "To make certain my naughty son has learned his lesson, everyone who wishes to may give him five smacks on his backside." This brought cheers and a rush to grab any wooden object at hand. This being a woodworker's shop there were plenty and there was soon a long line of villagers snaking out the shop door eager to apply these implements to the muscular young man's ass.
Pinocchio, clinging to Gepetto for dear life, cast a pleading look at his father, but found no answering kindness. Gepetto could feel his son's stiffness poking his stomach and this evaporated any lingering sympathy he might have had. He made his son climb up on the high worktable and lie down on the hard, wood surface. The only concession he made was to allow Pinocchio to scoop up his balls and erection and fold them under his body so that they were not in danger of catching a stray blow, as well as finally being hidden from view. Gepetto then grasped his son around the waist to hold him still and beckoned the first person in line to step forward.
One by one they came, middle-aged men, ancient crones, and one blushing young bride accompanied by her strapping husband. Gepetto carefully counted out the swats as Pinocchio's meaty cheeks bounced and jiggled, to the delight of all.
Fifth in line was none other than Bruno who, when it became his turn, sauntered up to Pinocchio's upturned rear armed with a thick breadboard. Announcing his intentions in a loud voice, Bruno proceeded to grab one of Pinocchio's asscheeks in an iron grip and lift the reddened surface up so that the still white underside of the buttock was exposed to view. With his other arm Bruno swiftly raised the wooden board high in the air and just as swiftly brought it cracking against its target. And then he did the same thing twice more.
Each of these blows brought a stunningly loud bellow from Pinocchio, who filled his huge lungs with air and yelled like a bull elephant. Those who were waiting their turns yelled their approval of Bruno's technique. As quickly as he had begun, Bruno deftly switched hands, using the opposite to lift Pinocchio's other cheek and deliver a matching set of three swats on that side. Gepetto chided Bruno for taking an extra spank, but Bruno only grinned evilly and said "But they must come out even, must they not?"
Bruno's performance acted as a spur to the creativity of those villagers who followed him. Poor Pinocchio. His buttocks were pulled, twisted, squeezed and in every way mauled in addition to being swatted, smacked and beaten. And so were his thighs, not only right beneath the buttocks but on the sides and, much worse, between his legs. Pinocchio's spankers had no difficulty in finding willing souls to hold his legs painfully far apart while they gleefully spanked glowing buttocks on their bottoms, sides, tops, even thoroughly reddening the firm ridge where butt met lower back.
But the worst was when some fiendish individual decided that the inside of Pinocchio's asshole was, pardon the expression, ripe for punishment. Using the thin part of a slide rule, this man, a single gentleman as it happens, applied stinging smacks right on poor Pinocchio's pucker.
It may only be imagined the effect all this punishment was having on the young man. Every inch of Pinocchio's nether regions was in terrible pain, but different areas were in different sorts of pain. Some burned, others stung, usually the freshly struck, and still others ached sharply. Of course Pinocchio had begun crying even before his neighbors had come to help beat his behind, but before even half of them had taken their turns he was yelling at the top his lungs and rivers of tears poured down his face to even wet his neck and chest.
Gepetto would have been hard put to hold on to his son, for Pinocchio longed to buck and thrash about wildly, anything to lessen his pain, but something prevented him. Pinocchio's penis, mysteriously erect since the village men had begun to manhandle him, had remained hard through all the pain. In fact, the wayward prick seemed to become harder with each swat. Now safely tucked under Pinocchio's stomach, it felt like a burning stick of wood pressed into his belly and, having been hard for what seemed like hours, was extremely sensitive to any motion of the boy's body. So Pinocchio did not dare to buck up and down for fear of coming down too hard on his hardon.
Instead he had to remain as still as he could as everyone got in their five hits. Gepetto, however, was watching carefully, both to make sure Pinocchio didn't suffer any lasting damage, and to be certain that no one was sneaking out and getting in line again for a second turn. One or two of the more adventurous youths had already tried this and been thrown out of the shop at Gepetto's direction. Oddly enough, Bruno was not one of these. After taking his turn (and his extra swat) he had stood against the wall where he had a good view of Pinocchio's ass and made sure not to miss a spank. His fists were balled in his pockets as he watched. At least, surely, it must have been his fists that were bulging out his trousers.
Finally, the line of villagers came to an end with a small figure who turned out to be none other than little Eugenio, who had stolen away from his mama in order to have a chance to spank Pinocchio's big-boy bottom. Pinocchio was in such pain, and his rear so tender, that even the tentative little smacks from the hesitant little boy made the bigger boy howl just as much as the hard beatings he had received from older men.
When Eugenio delivered his last hand-smack, Gepetto loudly announced that Pinocchio's punishment was over and thanked his neighbors for their help in disciplining his son, who, he assured them, would not be needing another such lesson. The old man gently released Pinocchio from his arm, leaving the sobbing boy to collapse on the counter and hide his face in his arms. Then Gepetto deftly swept the remaining oglers toward the door. The villagers left, taking the opportunity to deliver last-minute admonitions to Pinocchio to mind his daddy, be a good boy, cease doing naughty deeds, and, of course, never to tell a lie. Once the shop was clear, Gepetto swiftly shut the doors and windows to make sure there would be no more intruders.
Then he turned and looked once more at his boy....
To be continued....
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