One Day in the Woods

One Day in the Woods
by H.P. Porncraft

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Her own simple curiosity at the sounds of raised voices drifting out of the woods would have drawn her anyway, but as she began to make out individual sounds, one was an obviously angry female adult and the other an unhappy boyish one, she was drawn like a magnet further from the creek she had been skirting towards the edge of the forest. Her excitement increased geometrically as she began to actually make out what the voices were saying and now she was hurrying as she followed their irresistible pull.

"No Auntie! NO! Take me into the house. Please. Someone is going to SEE Me! Someone is going to SEE!" went a very shrill and anxious voice obviously belonging to a very unhappy little boy, followed by a sharp crack and an also equally obviously furious adult's loud and angry response.

"I WARNED you, OVER AND OVER AGAIN and OVER AND OVER AGAIN, what was going to happen to you if I caught you playing in that creek just ONE more time. Well Now, here we are, and here I am having to drag you out of that smelly, snake infested creek AGAIN.

"NO! AUNTIE PLEASE! I promise I'll never go near it again.."

" I TOLD you, if this ever happened again exactly what would happen, damnit.

Your mother may have allowed this sort of behavior, but you're with ME now. And I WARNED you, that without fail, if I caught you again, then the NEXT time your clothes were going to be coming off, and you would be going over my lap for a LOONG HARD Spanking on your little shiny pink bottom. Well Mister, by the time I'm finally through with THIS little bare behind, instead of a redfaced little boy wiggling in his birthday suit over my lap, there's going to be one VERY unhappy naked baby bawling his eyes out over one VERY warm little red bottom."

That confirmed it. By now, the little girl with the blond pig tails didn't just suspect, she KNEW what was going on, and what she would be missing if she didn't get over there in a hurry.

Although she knew she mustn't on any account let them see her spying, she was by now almost frantic with her childish excitement; almost skipping in her haste not to miss the show as she suddenly and unexpectedly burst into the clearing, in her urgency almost stumbling right onto the back porch itself, settled against a house previously concealed by trees and settled right on the very edge of the forest line.

For a long moment She simply stared, wide eyed with amazement, almost not believing what she was actually seeing with her own eyes.

Right there in front of her there was seated a tight lipped seated woman already firmly grasping a very red faced little boy, a very NAKED little boy, one without a stitch of his clothes on, still struggling nakedly but helplessly to escape as he wiggled and squirmed, held face down over her lap.

She held him tucked close to her and already had one bare arm pinned behind his back, she was obviously already holding him snuggly in place. It was also obvious that during their wrestling match that her long dress had ridden high from his energetic but futile struggles. So high that he now rubbed firmly but uselessly against her also bare legs.

But No. He wasn't quite naked as a jaybird, at least not yet. She noticed with involuntary amusement that the little boy was still wearing both shoes and socks, if nothing else.

To the little girl's delight, and Humorously enough, this Somehow actually made him seem to appear even more naked than he already was. Delighted, she saw one very bare pink bottom still busily struggling, bottom cheeks rudely parted, even as the trapped and bared little heiny was being firmly held hiked up over the woman's raised knee so that it seemed to be truly begging for a good spanking, it seemed to be shaping up to be what the little girl thought was going to be a truly awesome spanking, and one that was very imminent indeed.

Snapping to the sudden realization that she was less than 15 feet away, indeed was even still on the porch, with a small gasp she tensed for a sudden dash to escape back into the forest, but just then the woman looked up, and noticing that she had suddenly gained a new rapt and wide eyed observer, she thought quickly, before just as quickly speaking to someone(she hoped) who would shortly become a new found friend. She really DID need to give the little boy the very most intense and embarrassing spanking she possibly could, now, one he wouldn't forget for a long time, and she quickly decided she really would rather have a cheerful young coconspirator than be having it spread all over the neighborhood to the other parents. So she planned her almost overly friendly and deliberately, even ridiculously cheerful words very carefully, along with a friendly but still somehow devilish grin that stopped the little girl long enough to pause her right in her tracks.

"Oh hello there little girl, I didn't see you. -Now wait, Please don't run away. I'm sorry you're having to see this, but this is one very stubborn little naked boy. Believe me I really have already tried everything else. But he is just SO stubborn that I'm afraid the only way to train him to mind is by giving his little bare bottom a very long and hard spanking and it just can't wait any longer, not even not even to take him in the house.

The anxious girl still wanted to flee but the friendly if rapid fire spiel had paused her, enough so that by now she wasn't really thinking and the questions now just seemed to pop out.

"Does he really have to have be spanked?" "I'm afraid having a red bottom's just the only way that will work, and if he keeps on eventually he's going to get snake bitten you know." "but why is he naked?"

"Oh It helps him to remember longer if he knows his clothes are coming off and he knows he's going to be showing off a red bottom for the rest of the day."

(This almost earned a giggle, and did get a small grin)

"You may not want to have to stay and see this, that's perfectly ok, but of course you really and truly are more than welcome to stay and watch him get his spanking if you want to, in fact, you'll actually even be doing him a favor, it will help him to remember his spanking a lot longer."

But even with this friendly disclaimer, still she could sense the little girl gearing up to run, so coyly she then added, noting the increasing interest..

"In fact I bet you've never seen any body else have to have THEIR rear spanked, have you?"(the slightest of reluctant headshakes)

Her big smile now grew even warmer and more friendly, despite the initial misgivings, the woman could sense that the little girl was responding. Chuckling silently, she thought to herself, So young, but I'm just sure she's a spanko too, even though she's too young even to realize it yet.

"And in fact I'll even bet that you surely haven't seen a little boy who had to have his clothes come off so he could have his bottom paddled."

The quiet but attentive girl was now returning a small but definite conspiratorial grin; in fact, unlikely as she knew it was, she had once in fact actually tried to imagine being trapped in just such an awful,embarrassing situation herself, spending hours shivering with the pretend embarrassment, her fantasy a humiliation so total it was unbearable, yet nevertheless thrilling at the very thought of being forced to endure her terrible ignominy anyway.

But The little boy with the bright red face was also angrily watching this bit of interplay he found so uncomfortably embarrassing, almost in a state of shock. He was usually a very modest little boy, but to his horror and chagrin his angry Aunt with her awful and unsuspected talent had already skillfully gotten virtually every stitch of his clothing off him so quickly that before he had even quite realized what was happening she had already reduced him almost to his birthday suit.

He was in fact stunned at how suddenly he had found himself trapped in one of the most awful childhood predicaments imaginable; initially he had been not only tongue tied with utter embarrassment, but speechless as well from the sheer outrage of the awful situation he found himself trapped in. It was the little girl's big grin that had suddenly allowed him to find his voice, now transferring his furious efforts from his aunt to the smiling little girl, who with his grimly smiling aunt's complete approval, was now, despite all of his fury, totally ignoring him as he angrily screamed and yelled at the top of his lungs..

"you GO HOME! YOU GO HOME RIGHT NOW! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!"

But even this last ditch frantic outburst was suddenly cut off by a familiar loud sharp SWAT! followed by the inevitable pause, as she let the heat that was beginning to build on her nephew's bared backside continue to increase a bit before another pause then ...SWAT! ...SWAT!

"you've already earned yourself a long, hard spanking for your bare bottom (SWAT!...SWAT!) for playing in the creek,...SWAT! but I guess afterwards...SWAT! I'm Going to have to...SWAT! give your bottom another good spanking after that for your rudeness to our guest too." SWAT! ...SWAT!...SWAT!

"No! No! PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME ANYMORE! I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry!"

This change of tone, in the very truest sense, came straight from the heart of his bottom, for the mortified little boy was gaining a desperate kind of sincerity as the warm, horrid throbbing of his poor bared bottom was now really starting to become uncomfortable, with an awful stinging just kept getting worse and worse from the unhurried but measured swats that were relentlessly causing his poor bared bottom to burn hotter and hotter even as his relentless aunt's hand went back forth, back and forth, tirelessly going from left bottom cheek to right bottom cheek, over and over again, the sharp crisp smacks continuing to resound off his now seriously stinging bottom, and which his very determined aunt, (despite all of his increasingly frantic pleadings that he couldn't stand it anymore), still woefully showed absolutely no signs of stopping.

Already defeated, even if still defiant, the little boy had quit struggling and now simply lay still in his seat of shame, silently accepting each sharp crack of an open palm as it went slapping first against one stinging butt cheek then the other, again and again, but even so, he was still pouting sullenly and glaring murderously all the while at the little girl who was now almost openly grinning at his obviously increasing bare bottomed distress.

Now feeling in complete control of the situation, the woman continued with" So now that we're friends, why don't you tell me your name, I can't just go around calling you "little girl", now can I?" The child's prompt response to this was more encouraging yet, though still
monosyllabic.(Annie)

"how old are you, Annie?" (7)

"well then Annie, this very stubborn and very naked little boy whose bottom I'm going to be wearing out in a minute is Bobbie, and he's in the 4th grade, which is really much too old to still having to be spanking him like a naughty two year old, but that simply seems to be the only way to train him(and if he doesn't straighten up its going to be for a long time too, she added silently).

To her nephew's great relief She had stopped the harsh rhythmic slapping of his poor bottom(which was now really beginning to sting badly) for the moment, but she was now, even more embarrassingly, instead absently rubbing and slowly kneading the little boys rear in what he found to be the most casually rude and embarrassing fashion possible. The boy's face and ears were now already beginning to burn even more warmly from his increasing embarrassment, something that he had already imagined simply COULDN'T have gotten any worse.

-Yet his insensitive aunt's warm slippery hand, casually massaging his bottom in her usual uncaring fashion was indeed rudely managing to do it.

In fact, the sheer uncaring rudeness of her warmly rubbing hand was rapidly causing him an even more intense embarrassment, which was causing the one thing he dreaded "showing off" most of all. This was because, every since he could remember, Despite all efforts to prevent it, any embarrassment inevitably would cause an erection so intense it was almost painful. And the greater the embarrassment the more intense the erection.

In fact it was just this that had caused the slightly uncomfortable and unwanted stiffness he had already noticed from his swelling penis to swiftly develop into an almost achingly stiff erection, one that was even now rubbing maddeningly against his Aunt's bare legs and at times, even more shockingly and rudely, his throbbing erection was being gripped between her muscular thighs, even as they continued firmly rubbing against his almost painful stiffness.

Although still hidden from the little girl's eager view by his helpless and oh so humiliating bottoms-up position, his poor trapped penis was still almost painfully stiff and continued its unwilling stimulation against her bare legs, even as she deigned to ignore the throbbing hardon obviously rubbing firmly against her, and, seemingly still oblivious, she continued slowly rubbing hand lotion into the little bared butt she held still trapped over her lap. In fact she was now even subjecting him to the supreme indignity of casually parting his tightly clenched bottom cheeks as she began slowly and casually working a well lubricated and long knobby finger up his futilely clenching backside. Deep. Slowly working her well lubricated finger deeper and deeper up the little boy's tug tugging bottom hole, slowly but inexorably until, To his total humiliation, she eventually managed to finally work her digging finger all the way up his tiny and tightly resisting bottom hole, until he was uncontrollably grinning and groaning with unwanted but unavoidable helpless delight.

As much as he dreaded being stood up in front of the little girl and having to show off a dick so throbbingly hard it was actually rubbing against his belly, he was yet even more humiliated by the very thought of being methodically spanked and spanked over his merciless Aunt's lap as he cried and pleaded and bawled like a baby, while swat after stinging swat continued slapping his backside and his poor bottom kept getting redder and redder. "Please don't spank me here, please take me in the house. Then you can spank me all you want, you can even spank me with the paddle"

But even with this there was a resigned hint of crying hopelessness as he realized that he was indeed going to have his poor bottom worn out right there over his aunts lap, right there on the porch, and the smugly grinning little girl was going to get to watch the whole awful thing, from start to finish.

"Maybe now you're finally going to learn. Maybe being naked as a jaybird while this little girl gets to watch you getting a long hard spanking over my knee is what its going to take."Auntie.."..SWAT!"I know I'm going to have a sore hand, but mister, This time I'm NOT stopping until there's a bawling baby wiggling on my lap, Now I think its time to finish your spanking."

The little boy's rear was already stinging so badly that he was practically howling at the very thought of her open hand again resuming its tireless slapping of his already outrageously smarting bottom.

"No! you cant spank me! you just can't. I'm too old for you to spank like this! Not here. Not in front of HER!" But The forlorn and outraged appeals suddenly broke off with a now expected SWAT!.. "SWAT!...NOOO! NOOO! SWAT!... SWAT! ...you CANT! YOU CANT! ...SWAT! ...SWAT! ...SWAT! That gradually trailed off into a loud continuous bawling of WAAH! ...WAAH... WAAAH...

-That is until finally even This hopeless bawling gradually changed to an even louder and more desperate wail as his persistent aunts open palm continued slapping over and over again against his poor unbearably overheating bare bottom, which was now really stinging insistently, more than he could stand, but was still continuing to sting even yet worse with every methodical slap, as an angry adult's open swatted over and over again against his poor, now distinctly red little bottom. At first rather fearful, the little girl was now quite enjoying herself and the entire situation, albeit in a somewhat odd fashion.

The woman still continued to occasionally look up to smile encouragement at the little girl as she continued to attend to the serious business of wearing the little boy's bottom out, but the child was by now quite oblivious to her, wrapped up in her own concentration with what she privately thought of as "getting to watch a Deluxe Bare-Bottom Spanking."

Although she again deigned not to see it, the woman's own smile became distinctly wider as she saw that the little girl's hands had worked their way up past the vee of her panties, and yes, that she had even worked her fingers under the band of her panties and was even now dreamily and unselfconsciously actually masturbating herself.(Yes indeed, the woman thought to herself. Natural born spanko. Wonder if she's a top or a bottom. Well, I guess she'll have plenty of time to find out.)

Much, much later, In spite of her daze, the little girl realized that poor bobbie had finally been taken, thanks to an angry and persistent adult's open bottom warming hand (kicking and screaming all the way) past some turning point. With undeniable, although admittedly bizarre talent His skillful Aunt had managed to reduce his entire universe down to just two things, his outrageously stinging bottom, and the open hand that was even now still punishing his poor bottom. In fact He no longer even seemed to be concerned that anyone was watching, or even worse, was richly enjoying his awful childish predicament. His only concern now seemed to be directed entirely to all the unwanted attention his suffering bottom had received, and indeed was even now continuing to receive with skillful and unceasing rhythmic accuracy. But the little girl's enjoyment of the adult's open hand methodically popping over and again a frantically dancing little bare bottom, a bottom that was now getting very red indeed, had long ago ceased, so long ago it was only her pity now going out, even though the same adult hand seemed determined to go on, alternating between slapping left and right bottom cheek forever.

"OH PLEASE! PLEASE!...SWAT! I'm SORRY,...SWAT!...SWAT! I'm SORRY!...SWAT! I WON'T EVER EVER do it again...SWAT! I PROMISE!...SWAT!JUST STOP! ...SWAT!...SWAT! STOP!PLEASE DONT SPANK ME ANYMORE! ILL NEVER ...SWAT! EVER DO IT AGAIN! JUST STOP!...SWAT!...SWAT!...SWAT!..WAAAH...SWAT!WAAAH...SWAT!... WAAAH...SWAT!

The little girl was about to put her hands over her ears and didn't think it was EVER going to stop when the little boy's Aunt finally took pity. This was indeed a deluxe bare bottom spanking, and one that almost blew the little girls mind and was a thousand times more than she had ever imagined. Or even COULD have imagined. Not only had the frightfully talented aunt not only expertly spanked away every last trace of defiance and childish pride, she had also indeed skillfully reduced the woebegone little boy back to a shamelessly bawling baby, crying his eyes out about the persistent unbearable stinging of his bright red bare bottom, just as promised, and that even now was still so effectively occupying every last bit of his attention, she had indeed given such an intensely thorough bottom warming, one that wouldn't be forgotten for a long, long time, even though thanks to the skill with which the bottom warming was given it probably wouldn't even be leaving the damage of a bruise tomorrow.

But even then it still wasn't quite over. The thoroughness of the little boys spanking had aroused the little girl's pity, but the very sight of the rectal thermometer and the subsequent temperature taking that followed proved to be simply too much, as step by step, the thermometer was first produced, then vaselined, then carefully inserted almost all the way up an unhappy but uncomplaining bottom, and was now being held firmly in place, deep between a pair of stinging, very red bottom cheeks of the shamelessly bawling but unprotesting baby, now being held across the woman's lap for ten whole minutes. This was more than she could stand, and the little girl simply couldn't hold in the helpless giggles.

Even though this was without doubt the most unbearably extreme embarrassment of all, for the little naked boy, who was now bawling quietly but hopelessly at the unfairness of this treatment, with the offending thermometer tug tugging away as it was held firmly in place by his Aunt's open spread hand, as if she were holding a cigarette almost all the way up his poor throbbing little bottom. Totally defeated he lay quietly, enduring what was surely the longest 10 minutes of his life as the thermometer continued to throb warmly, silent and frantically fearing to make the slightest hint of any complaint that might result in another resumption of the crisp measured swats on his still frantically stinging heiny.

The little girl's giggles at the final indignity of his temperature taking was simply too much to stand though, and he buried his face as the only away to escape the childish mirth that was almost as painful as the spanking itself.

Looking up from the careful attention she had been giving to her nephew's bright red bottom, she casually addressed the tired but apparently happy little girl yet one more time.

"I'm sorry you had to see that but he needed it, and from now on whenever you happen to be around and Bobbie's pulled another of his shenanigans..". She now broke off and simply gave the little girl a grin that was radiantly returned.

"Well, looks like poor bobbie's going to be having a very sore red bottom for the rest of the day, and he's certainly not going to be needing his clothes either, and his bottom may be too sore to be much fun this way, but how would you like a little naked playmate with a very red bottom for the rest of the day? If he won't mind you and do exactly what you tell him to, just come tell me and THIS time I'll spank his bottom twice as long and twice as hard and I'll use my paddle instead of my hand.

Still not quite believing her good fortune, the little girl nodded a silent but emphatic "YES!" "Well great, I'm glad that's been settled." She then gave the little boy's stinging bottom one last slap across both flaming bottom cheeks, the hardest swat against his bottom yet, as she started folding away the discarded clothes scattered about.

"Ok mister, Now UP and MARCH, looks like Annie's going to have a little naked boy with a very red bottom as her playmate for the rest of the day"

Bobbie jerked up very straight and obviously wanted to start crying again from the last slap that was so hard it actually seemed to raise up his bottom up, yet he was still so intimidated that he uttered not a word as he quickly stood up, knowing how he was showing himself off. Even though the mortified little naked boy hated doing it, he also knew his Aunt really meant it. Of course, his earlier problem had once again reasserted itself, so that when he had to stand up, it was so hard it wasn't even pointing the way for him. It was now so hard it was actually bobbing and rubbing against his belly. It remained that way too for all the rest of the way of his long walk over to the little girl. Her eyes had gotten even wider when she noticed his condition but even then she hadn't said anything, but had simply taken the little naked boys hand as she walked her new playmate into the woods. As she glanced over at him She also noticed that it was true, you could indeed tell when a little boy had just had his temperature taken in his bottom, and he did have a funny walk. But that shouldn't have come as any surprise, as a poor humbled bobbie DID still feel like there was a thermometer still throbbing in his poor rear, the same rectal thermometer that had been carefully slipped all the way up his well greased and still outrageously stinging little bright red bottom.